#digital tf

Doug, or Relek (Rel) enjoyed playing his new DnD style VR game so much. He started a real relationship with his NPC companion Alenk (Al). Everyday he would go to work, and spend the night playing the game and getting to know Al more. He was addicted. He quit his group DnD sessions IRL to spend more time with Al, and any free time was spend inside the digital world.

After a year exploring, Rel found tones of rare loot, and discovered most of the Map currently available to him. But the developers where close to adding Internet connections, that update was only a week away. But before hand they released an update to expand the Map. The original Map was mostly green landscapes, this update added a rocky mountainous area, as well as a frosty cold area. The dungeons where blocked off and inaccessible to the players, but they could adventure the new areas, and fight some new monsters that will be available in the main internet update.

In the main update they where planning to add several new things, dungeons, new items, new cursed items, new consumables, new mobs, and a whole new storyline, and much more.

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“You awake handsome?” “Rel? It’s time to wake up”

Rel was sleeping peacefully, the update had just being released and the following NPC (Al in this case) is programmed to encourage the player to explore the new areas.

“Come on Rel, you must be awake by now” “RELLLLLLLLLL!!!!!”

Rel jumped up in shock.

“There you are, look our map just updated, we’ve got some new areas to explore” Al put the map in Rel’s arms as he woke up.

The two was sleeping in a tent near the border of where the new areas would be spawned.

“There’s the rocky mountains, or the frozen lake area… and some towns changed too… There’s some new loot we can get from Quests and Bounties, and form adventuring in the new lands… Come on Rel, What do you want to do first?”

Rel turned to Al with a tired look on his face, “I’m so tired can we go back to sleep, I was enjoying being in your arms.”

“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Al smiled.

“I really took a month off work for this?” Rel said quietly.

“Work?” Al asked confused.

“Nothing” Rel never spoke about the real world to Al, “I mean, We’ve got so much to see… it will be so much… work…”

“Okay…” Al looks puzzled, “I say we start with the rocky mountains, they’re close by and apparently there is high end loot at the peak of one of the mountains.”

“Sure… let’s start there”

The two get dressed, they spend the previous night fucking like beasts, and where completely nude when they awoke in the updated world.

Once they gathered their gear, and put away their tent, they started their journey. The trek took a few hours. On the way they passed a new town, it was filled with Equine-Folk, and told Rel and Al all about the new lore about the mountains, and teased about the quests that are to come.

One of the townsfolk talked about a cursed cavern filled with cursed objects, ones that are to powerful for the average player to wield. Ones that have the power to change the player in ways unimaginable.

Rel had heard it all before and knew he would have to wait to see that anyway, so didn’t bother thinking too much into it.

They stocked up on food and new weapons, and as they approached the new mountains a pop up paused the game.

*WARNING! YOU ARE APPROACHING UNFINISHED AREAS.

PASSING THIS POINT MAY RESULT IN: PLAYER PROGRESSION ISSUES, ACCESS TO GLITCHED ITEMS, ACCESS TO UNFINISHED AREAS, ACCESS TO UNFINISHED STORY PROGRESSION.

FOR YOUR OWN SAFTY: DO NOT KEEP ITEMS LABED ‘GLITCHED’, DESPOSE OF THEM BEFORE THE UPCOMING MAJOR UPDATE. AND SAVE BEFORE THE MAJOR UPDATE OUTSIDE OF NEW AREAS (EXAMPLE: SPAWN VILLAGE).

CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. ANY PLAYER WHO ENDS THEIR ADVENTURE IN NEW AREAS AT THE TIME OF OUR NEXT UPDATE WILL HAVE THEIR ACCOUNTS RESET TO THE STATE BEFORE THE CURRENT UPDATE. RESULTING IN PROGESSION LOSS. PLEASE TAKE CARE IN THESE NEW AREAS.*

Rel ignored the pop up, not even reading it. He knew the risks, as they was posted all over the game’s pages and reddit accounts. But knew it was safe to explore. The two approached the base of the mountain, a clear path up was available, and thinking that was the best path, they followed it.

“This mountain is huge Rel! It’s gonna take a few days to climb it” Al said looking up at the tall peaks of the mountain range.

“It’s ok, we can just follow this path and see where it leads, we don’t have to reach the peak quick. It’s probably best to wait…” Rel cut himself off, “It’s not like we’re in a rush.”

“I guess not… Would be nice to see the land below from up there though.” Al put on a sad face, as if he was upset at the thought of not reaching the peak quickly.

“How long would it take to reach the top?” Rel askes.

“I’d say…” Al thinks, “3 days, and then another 3 back down. If everything goes to plan, and we’re walking constantly.”

“Ok… I guess. We can try and reach the peak, But any delays and we’ll be coming straight back down.” Rel says with a bit of worry, not wanting to get stuck at the top without a way back down before the update.

The two started their trek up, it was step and hard to traverse in areas, but most parts was a slight incline up to the peak. Occasional mobs would spawn but nothing major that halted their progression. Most new mobs was weak and easy to defeat, since they haven’t been scaled for the area yet. They dropped some new loot, but most had the ‘Glitched’ tag, so was just thrown away.

After climbing for almost the whole day, the two sat on a log on a cliff top looking over the land below. It was beautiful, “Wow! Who new Wyrm Guild looked this good” Al spoke, chewing down on a big leg of Chickinary.

“It is something…” Rel looked at Al as he ate, “But I have a better view.” Rel flirted.

“Shut up your handsome devil” Al hugged Rel, and they ate their food, getting full for the rest of the adventure.

They continued their climb until it was almost nightfall.

“I think we should set up the tent here, it’s a nice flat area.” Rel said watching at the sun was almost setting completely.

“Here is a good spot, We’ve done a good job, we’re almost half way up, but tomorrow we’ll have to climb some steep soaps, so that’s gonna be tough” Al said, looking up at the peak seeing the jagged walls up the top.

The two set up the tent. And stripped naked as usual. They shared a large sleeping bag, holding one another for warmth. Al getting hard and horny, but Rel too tired to even think about sex. Even though the walk was in the digital world, the mental drain of walking so far still affected him.

“I’ll give you a quick blow job but then I want a peaceful sleep for tomorrow.” Rel smirked, putting his hand around Al’s massive cock.

Rel unzipped the sleeping bag, and exposed Al’s hunky muscular body and his monster bear meat. Al’s cock was stiff and pointed upwards. Rel opened wide, and began sucking on Al’s monster cock, it was musky and dripping precum, from all the adventuring he hadn’t washed in weeks. And All of it could be tasted.

Al wanted to reward Rel for the blowjob, flipping Rel around, and the two sixty-nined. Rel got hard and eventually both of them was enjoying the taste of musky pre-cumming warrior bear dicks.

Rel was tired and just needed to cum and make Al cum. So he sped up the pase, holding the base of his dick and sucking faster. Al moaned and his cock pulsated prepping for orgasm, shooting a fat load of cum directly into Rel’s open maw. Rel kept sucking to clean Al off. Al kept sucking to make Rel cum. After some time, Rel got close and began to shoot a load into the mouth of Al. The orgasm was perfect and needed after a long day of climbing the mountain. Rel snuggled back into the arms of the worn-out warrior, getting comfy and began to sleep. Al was covered in sweat and smelt musky as a warrior would, but Rel didn’t care, he loved the smell of his lover.

The night passed and the men slept. The morning sun began to shine, and it was back to climbing the mountain. They climbed and climbed for hours, up steep soapes, jagged cliffs and finally onto a flat piece of land they could rest on. It was big and open, as close to the top of the mountain as you could get. There was a giant cave opening blocked by a giant bolder, clearly blocking the path to a future dungeon, but outside was a chest.

“Hey… a chest” Al ran towards it, and Rel followed, panting from the climbing. “Come on, open it!”

Rel opened the chest, and all the items had the ‘glitched’ tag, meaning non could be used or kept, “Well… that was a bust, we can’t use any of this”. Rel was tried and sick of all the rewards being unable to be kept.

“But that’s fine, We had a nice adventure up here… look at the view, we can see our village from here” Al spoke looking over the land below. You could see for miles and see the starting village the two first met. “I know it was a bust, but you can’t beat that view.”

Rel looked, but wasn’t too impressed, he was tired from the climb and just wanted some real treasure. In an act of defiance he walked over to the bolder blocking off the path to the dungeon. “There has to be a way inside… right? I don’t want to come up here with nothing to prove I came here…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, That cave is blocked off for a reason” Al was sensible, and knew it was a bad idea trying to enter a restricted area. “Maybe we should head back down… or camp here for the night.”

“Come on Al… there must be a way inside” Rel tried to push the rock aside, but it obviously didn’t budge. “Do you have any idea how to get inside?”

“Why would I know? You never know we could come back up here and that bolder could be moved and we can go inside…” Al started to get a little worried, not wanting something bad to happen by breaking the game. Al was an AI NPC after all, and knew the consequences of breaking the game.

Rel walked around the cave, to where the bolder met the rock, but there wasn’t enough room to squeeze through. It was jammed.

After some time, Rel stopped and decided to camp out for the night at the top of the mountain. They set up the tent, a fire, and put their gear to the side to dry of the sweat they built up from the climb. But Rel couldn’t forget about wanting ‘first dibs’ on what’s inside that cave.

“Hey Al… I’m just gonna have a wonder around, you stay here, I won’t go far, I’m just gonna see whats around this mountain top.” Rel made an excuse for another look at the cave and the surroundings.

“…ok… are you sure you don’t want me to come…”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, If I need you I’ll shout.”

Rel walked away, into some bushes, around the centre cave on the mountain top. Trying to make his way around, to see if there was some way of getting inside, a secret lever, or key, or something.

Rel walked around and almost made it back to Al on the other side before he found something. While touching the rocky face of the cave walls, there was a part that wasn’t solid, there was a gap, about 6 feet wide and taller than Rel, all rocky wall with no collision… “YES! I knew they would be something”.

Al heard the shout, and came to investigate, finding Rel with his hands stuck in the rocky wall, “REL? Are you ok?”

“Yes, look, this wall… We can get through!” Rel spoke with excitement.

“Are you sure you want to go in? What if something happens, it might not be safe…” Rel cut off Al.

“Quick let’s gear up and head inside, there could be anything down there.” Rel ran to get his things and Al followed.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea” Al spoke but Rel didn’t take notice, he was too busy getting geared up.

“Come on, you have to come with me”

Al reluctantly began to gear up, the two headed back to the rock face, but from the wall texture, you couldn’t see what was on the other side, It could have been anything.

Rel put his hands through to try and feel for ground of something to walk on when they go through, but there was nothing, Rel’s arms was too short to feel further than a few feet. Al tried, but couldn’t feel much either. Rel decided it was safe, and took a step through, carefully, leaning forwards looking inside. It was pitch black, apart from one candle attached to the wall still lit and a golden chest below it. He quickly came back out to Al.

“Theres a chest in there, and there’s nothing guarding it, I told you there was something!” Rel spoke with such excitement, thinking their journey wasn’t for nothing.

“Ok… let’s… get it and head back to camp… But don’t you think it’s a bit weird it’s not protected?” Before Al could answer, Rel ran through the wall, and Al had no choice but to follow.

Rel reached the chest and opened it. But it was empty. There was nothing. But before Rel could complain, the candle blew out, and the room went pitch black. And a pop up happened on screen…

*QUEST 666 – THE CURSED CRYPT *

The floor began to rumble and crumble beneath the men, a purple glow cracked through the floor, and eventually it gave way. The men plummeted thousands of feet downwards, it felt like it lasted forever. Rel and Al screamed, but before they hit the rocks at the bottom a gust of air blew them back up and helped them land safely, unharmed.

Rel looked around, it was a dark cave, the rocks where black, with purple cracks covering every surface giving the space light, it looked beautiful, if you ignored the thousands of feet they fell to enter the space.

“Rel?” Al spoke as if he was injured, “I feel funny”. Rel turned to see Al holding his head in his hands. Then Rel felt a pain in his head, it felt like a high pitched ticking, growing louder.

Then another pop up happened giving them a debuff…

*CURSE OF NOTHINGNESS

THE USER MUST DROP ALL GEAR AND ONLY USE GEAR FROM INSIDE THE CURSED CRYPT

IF ANY NON-CURSED-CRYPT GEAR IS IN INVENTORY, HEALTH WILL DROP TO ZERO RAPIDLY*

Rel saw his health rapidly going down, it started at 250 and was almost at 120, “Quick drop everything, we’re cursed! DROP EVERYTHING NOW!”

They hurried but managed to drop everything, Armor, Weapons, Food, Clothing. They were completely naked. The curse lingered, but didn’t negatively affect them unless they picked back up their gear.

Rel ended up at 30 health, Al was at 35. “Fuck! We’ve got to find something, We need to get our health up, they has to be chests or loot around here.”

“I told you this was a bad idea…” Al said matter of factly, in a kind of angry tone.

“I know…” Rel replied, “I should have listened… you can tell me off when we get out of here… they has to be a way out… right?”

Al walked away, into a tunnel and Rel followed. They walked for a few minutes before the cave opened up and a chest was in the centre.

“See a chest, There must be good loot here, we’ve skipped about 500 quests to get here, so it must be good” Rel opened it expecting the best gear ever. But all that was inside was…

*Rotten Rat Flesh (edible)

Bones

Tattered Cloth

Cursed Liquid (Crafting only)*

“What? This must be wrong… maybe there are more chests?” Rel wandered further down the tunnel, Al followed, pouting.

They travelled for miles, each chest having the same things, sometimes less. Each time Al acted more and more annoyed.

“I don’t think I can keep going, I need a rest” Al spoke, sitting down with his back against the wall.

“It’s ok, we can rest for a bit… I know it’s rotten but we have these we can eat…” Rel pulled out the Rotten Rat Flesh, Al just looked annoyed but tried to eat it, thinking it was at least going to increase his health, instead he got the lowest form of regeneration, giving him 2hp each one he consumed.

“Well… that’s not gonna get us to full HP… if we have to fight one mob, we’re basically fucked” Al’s annoyance was clear, he hated that Rel didn’t listen.

“I… am sorry, I should have listened… I really am sorry” Rel said with honesty.

“I know you’re sorry, and it’s ok. I just thought we would have a nice night on the mountain top, then you got too overexcited with the cave…” Al responded calmly, “But I know you would… maybe don’t go into places you shouldn’t next time”

“I promise…” The two hugged, “We should try to move if you can, maybe the deeper get go the better the loot, or we need to change direction”

“Well this is the Cursed Crypt and we have the Curse of Nothingness. Why don’t we try to not hold anything for a while, and see if the loot improves?” Al questions.

“That’s a good idea, let’s leave everything here and keep going”

They walk past a few more rooms through the cave, and eventually after ten or so rooms, the walls change, into more of a black brick dungeon. With purple cracks. The open a chest and get their first piece of loot.

*BAND OF REGENERATION (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

THE USER REGENERATES HEALTH AT EXTRAORDINARY SPEED

BUT,

THE USER CAN NOT LEAVE THE GAME UNTIL THEY LEAVE THE CURSED CRYPT EXIT*

“What does that mean? Like I can’t pause?” Rel questions, Al looks like Rel just asked a stupid question.

“I think it means, you can’t take it off until we leave the crypt… like you can’t put on another Cuff while we’re in here?” Al takes a guess.

“Well it’s glitched… but as long as it comes off once we leave, this will be useful for now.” Rel puts on the Band of Regeneration. A sharp shocking pain runs through his body, from his head to his toes. “FUCK!” Rel felt weird but he couldn’t pin point what was wrong, but he noticed his health instantly raise to full.

“Are you ok? Are you at full health?” Al askes worryingly.

“Yeah, I just had this jolt of pain through my body, that must be from the curse… right?”

“It must be, let’s continue and look for more, It would be helpful for us to find something to up my health”

They continue through the brick rooms, passing more chests to see if they can get more loot. Finally they stop, and open another.

*Respawn Potion – teleports the user to spawn unharmed

Rotten Rat Flesh (edible)

Bones

Black Goo*

“A respawn potion?” Al looks at the potion on the ground, “Well that gets one of us out of here”

“Well, I can’t use it. I need to leave the exit, The potion says *UNUSABLE* to me… maybe you…”

Al knew what Rel was going to say, “I’m not leaving you here, let’s keep going”

Al was adamant, and made Rel keep hold of the potion, not wanting to use it or leave Rel here alone. The travelled for more rooms stopping about 15 rooms ahead, this time the rooms walls where the same, but the floors where replaced with a white stone, contrasting against the black and purple walls.

“Let’s try this one?” Rel looked at the chest, opening it to reveal the loot.

*RING OF BLINDNESS (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’ – (Septum Ring)

THE USER IS GIFTED WITH 50+ TO EVERY STAT.

BUT,

ALL FUTURE ITEMS HAVE NO DESCRIPTION AND ALL FUTURE ITEMS MUST BE WORN.

AND,

THE USER IS CURSED WITH ‘CURSE OF BINDING’, FORCING ANY AND ALL FUTURE ITEMS TO BE WORN AS SOON AS THEY ENTER THE INVENTORY.*

“Well… that doesn’t seem like a good item… but the stats might help” Rel questions wearing it.

“Maybe keep it on you but don’t wear it yet?” Al looked worried, “It’s not worth it until we see the next item. Al feels his stomach growling wanting food, but he ate all of the rat meat they had, due to the starvation, another debuff was given to him.

*Starvation – the user looses health until fed (lowers health to 1hp at max affect)*

“I’m… fine… let’s keep going” Al convinces Rel to keep going, as his health slowly ticks down to 1HP.

They pass more chests, not wanting to open them as it would ruin their chances of getting a better item. They only went 8 rooms before they needed to stop Al was to tired to continue.

“I told you, you need to go home, I promise I’ll be fine, just please you need to eat and get rest.” Rel puts the Respawn Potion in Al’s hands.

“I… told… you… I’m not leaving” Al pants trying to catch his breath.

“You’re not leaving me, I’ll see you when I get out of here. You’re not going to make it at this rate, and the curse items we have won’t help you. You need to go… please” Rel tears up asking Al to leave, but it was the best option.

“I can’t… leave you… alone…” Al started to black out. But Rel gave him one final kiss, before putting the potion up to his lips and holding him as it took affect.

“I love you… I’ll see you soon…” With that Al *poofed* and was sent to the spawn village, where the other bears could help him. Now Rel had one mission, to find a way out.

Rel pulled out the ring he found earlier and put it on, it glowed bright purple, and bound to his flesh. It was now irremovable until he got out. He ran through the rooms fast, counting about 30 before loosing count, and finally stopping.

“This one must have something useful” But with the Curse of Blindness he couldn’t read the item. And the Curse of Binding forcing the item to be worn without a second thought.

*ANKLET OF BEASTS (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

THE USER’S INTELIGENCE AND WISDOM STATS ARE SLOWLY LOWERED BY -1 PER SECOND, WHILE THE ITEM IS WORN

BUT,

EACH INTELIGENCE AND WISDOM POINT LOST, +5 TO STRENGTH, DEXTERITY, CONSTITUTION AND CHARISMA.

AND,

+20 LUST ON EQUIPMENT. +5 FOR EVERY ADDITIONAL GEAR EQUIPPED. LUST IS DOUBLED IF THE ITEM IS CURSED. LUST GROWS +1 EVERY MINUTE A CURSED ITEM IS EQUIPED (STACKABLE).*

When the item was forcibly equipped Rel felt his mind growing dumber, his intelligence lowering fast, and his horniness heightening quickly. His muscles growing and strengthening. He felt amazing, but his dumb headspace made it too hard to focus.

He continued, moving form room to room, until reaching another chest.

*CAGE OF LUSTFUL SPITE (CHASTITY CAGE)

THE USER’S GENITALS ARE LOCKED IN A TIGHT CAGE.

STRENGTH, DEXTERITY AND CONSTITUTION ARE INCREASED BY +50

BUT,

ALL TOUCHES TO THE CAGE (OR ADDITIONS TO THE CAGE) GIVE +20 LUST, AND ALL TOUCHING PROVIDES EDGING STATUS (SELF TOUCHING COUNTS)

(EDGING STATUS –  THE USER IS TEASED WITH PLEASURE, ORGASMS ARE DENIED)

AND,

THE CAGE CAN NOT BE REMOVED BY THE USER.

AND,

A RUBBER SUBSTANCE SPREADS FROM THE CAGE, COVERING THE WHOLE BODY OF THE WEARER, ENTRAPING THEM, AND GIVING THE ENTRAPMENT CURSE

(ENTRAPMENT – THE USER CAN ONLY BE RELEASED FROM THE BONDAGE BY THE OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT KING))

Rel feels as the rubber liquid oozes from the cage around his cock. The mind numbing affects of his lowered intelligence made it feel good, his hairs became covered in thick rubber. It covered his whole body, and he couldn’t take the device off to stop it. Eventually the flowing ooze of black rubbery goo, stopped.

Rel’s vision returned, but this time through purple tinted lenses covering his eyes, as he rubbed then to removed the lenses, his edging status triggered, the suit was part of his cages curse. But he was unaware of all of his current curses or gear, having to guess what they did or what was happening, but his intelligence was so low, it was hard to even think about what he was wearing anymore.

His rubber suit starts to show purple details, lines and patterns formed on his new rubber skin, and a glowing purple lock formed on his new nullge where his caged cock was buried. Forgetting about the edging, he grabbed at the nullge, feeling immense pleasure, but his pleasure was short lived as the edging kicked in, and his orgasm was denied with a powerful full body shock.

Rel in his dumb haze, tried to pull off the headset, the pain was unbearable. But as he reached up, only his digital arms moved, his body… he couldn’t feel it… he just felt his digital body.

Through his hazy memory he thought about the first item he wore, the curse… he couldn’t leave the game until he left the crypt. But how?

The brain link was modified in the update. It allowed for a more indepth gaming experience by trapping the mind of the player inside the digital character. To make the persons life run as normal, a copy of the user was place back into the body to live the life as the person would normally. However, the player could only return once the curse or game allowed it. In Rel’s case, he would only return to his Doug body if he leaves the crypt. Rel’s, Doug body was now playing the game as if he was the real Doug, but in reality, the trapped Doug was inside Rel playing the game for real.

Rel needs to get out, or his mind will be trapped inside his character, for who knows how long. The Developers didn’t add a way out yet, this was unreleased content. That’s even if the developers knew Rel was trapped inside, which they didn’t. They thought the new content was unbreakable.

Rel knew there was only one way to solve it. He ran through room after room until he reached the end, there was a door, a big wooden door, he could see through it, it was the outside. His hopes where high, he tried to turn the door handle, but… it was locked. A pop up brought Rel’s hopes crashing down.

*KEY REQUIRED*

But Rel didn’t find a key he would have to search every chest, but risk being cursed further, or wait and hope to be rescued. But there was nobody but Al that knew he was there. And the only way in was at the top of the mountain, nobody knew about this door.

Rel didn’t know what to do, so he opened another chest.

*MUSK MASK (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

THE MASK FORMS TO THE CURRENT USERS FETURES (USER DESIGNATED RUBBER BEAR SLAVE)

THE MASK WILL CONSTANTLY PRODUCE HORRENDUSLY SMELLING MUSK FROM THE FRONT OF THE MASK, EVERY BREATH CONTROLED BY THE MASK’S AUTOMATED SYSTEMS.

(MUSK FORMS – ALL SPECIES MUST APPLIED – ARM PITS, FEET, ASS, COCK, BALLS, BODY SWEAT, SHIT, PISS, CUM) (MORE MUSK TYPES CAN BE ADDED AT ANY TIME BY OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)

AND,

ALL MUSK IS MIXED WITH INTOXICATING GASES.

ALL GASES ARE SAFE FOR REGULAR CONSUMPTION, RESULTS - DECREASED INTELIGENCE, LOWER WILLPOWER, LUST FOR OBEDIENCE, HORNINESS, ORGASM DENILE

(MASK CAN NOT BE REMOVED ONCE WORN)*

Rel tried to scream pulling the mask from his face, but it just cause him to receive pleasure, edging and a shock for an attempt at orgasm. He just had to breath and get more dumb, more horny, more submissive, and accepting of his place.

It only took a few breaths for Rel to be sat a horny mess enjoying his happy dumb headspace. But he eventually came too for a second and ran to another chest, opening it to reveal a key.

Rel went to grab it, he was so happy knowing he had a way out of this hell… but that wasn’t the only thing in the chest, there was a collar…

*THE CRYPT KEEPERS SLAVE COLLAR (MEGA CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’

CURSE OF ALLEGIANCE

THE USER IS PERMINENTLY CHARMED (WHILE WEARING THIS ITEM). THEIR MIND, SOUL AND BODY BENDING TO THE WILL OF THEIR OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER).

AND,

CURSE OF HABITATION

THE USER’S SPAWN IS NOW SET TO THE DUNGEON OF WHICH THIS ITEM WAS FOUND. UPON DEFEAT, USER WILL RESPAWN SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE DUNGEON. USER IS NOT PERMITED TO LEAVE DUNGEON GROUNDS, PATHFINDING IS NOW RESTRICTED TO CURRENT DUNGEON LOCATION AND CAN NOT BE CHANGED WITHOUT OWNERS’ PERMISSION (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)

AND,

CURSE OF SECURITY

USER’S CURRENT GEAR/ITEMS/LOOT ARE NOW PERMINENTLY BOUND TO THEIR PERSON. MOVEMENT OF GEAR/ITEMS/LOOT ARE ONLY PERMITTED BY OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)

AND,

CURSE OF IDENTITY

USERS CURRENT IDENTITY WILL BE REWRITTEN TO THE WILL OF ITS OWNER

(CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER… CHOSEN IDENTITY – BULL DRONE)*

Rel felt a sharp pain enter his mind, he heard a voice, it sounded robotic.

OVERRIDING CURRENT IDENTITY… CURRENT IDENTITY DETECTED… BEAR WARRIOR… REWRITING CODE… NEW IDENTITY IDENTIFIED… BULL DRONE… ALOCATING DRONE NUMBER… BULL DRONE #014 FOUND AND SETTING… DELETING NON-PRIORITY FILES… ALLOCATING NEW FILES… COMPLETE… BEAR WARRIOR REWRITTEN… BULL DRONE #014 READY FOR SERVICE…

Rel sat helplessly, his mind empty and blank, his memory’s trapped in a hazy fog, his body at the command of his new master. He didn’t move, because he didn’t have permission too, he just sat, numb and dumb on the ground, huffing his intoxicating gas, enjoying the blissfulness of his state.

His body began to change, the rubber forming into a bull’s body. His hight growing huge and tall, taller than Al was. Then his muscle bulged outwards in all directions, his abs formed into a giant round gut, his feet turned into bright purple hooves. And a long flopping tail pushed out from his tiny button bear tail. His head changed shape, two giant horns pushed out of his skin, and into the rubber, as two giant purple horns.

After the transformation, Rel just sat down, and stayed in place, he didn’t want to move, his body was experiencing the amazement of dumbness and pleasure. After a few days in blissful heaven, a command was sent into his mind.

BULL DRONES #001 TO #025 FREEROAM, INTRUDER DETECTED.

Rel obeyed. He stood, as his skin touched, he felt the pleasure, and enjoyed the edge, before a shock brought him back to reality. He watched through his purple vision his body moving without him controlling it. He was a drone, a simple vessel to be used by his master. And after a few breaths of the musky gas, he was back in blissful heaven, enjoying his time as a passenger.

His body roamed the halls endlessly, only encountering other bull drones like himself, they barged by one another like mindless animals. That’s what they were.

After a few days roaming, Rel saw something in front of him, it was a bear, a warrior bear from his village.

“WHO GOES THERE! HAVE YOU SEEN RELENK THE GREAT? HELLO?” the warrior spoke with certainty, but the drone controlled by Rel just walked up to the warrior attempting to convert the intruder into a fellow Bull Drone for the Crypt Master.

Rel was too blissfully entrapped to care, he let the drone control him, even if he tried it would be useless, the drone was in full control.

“HELP! I’VE GOT A BIG DRONE OVER HERE!” the warrior shouted and more warriors came to his aid.

But due to the curse forcing them to drop all their Armor and loot, they had no choice but to run away from Rel. Rel followed the original bear he found, down the dark walkways of the cavernous areas. Eventually catching up, as the bear was trapped in a dead end, at the door without a key to unlock it.

“Please… please let me go” the bear begged as Rel got closer. Rel put his face up to the cowering bear and held him still with his big strong bull arms. A large puff of purple gas shot from his mask, into the bears face. It caused the bear to loose intelligence rapidly and his body went floppy. Rel’s arm reached up, and a collar the same he wore spawned in his palm, the wrapped it around the bears neck, and the transformation began.

The bear began to be covered in a thick rubbery liquid, his cock was locked away, a mask formed on his face, and his body changed into a bull. The bear became a exact copy of Rel’s new bull drone form.

*BULL DRONE #026 CONNECTED… ENITIATING ROAMING MODE…*

The new bull drone shouted as they both began to find the other bears trapped inside the crypt searching for Rel. One by one, each bear was captured, transformed and turned into Bull Drones for the Crypt Master. Until only one bear remained.

Rel searched the area, hearing rustling from another room, walking inside, Rel saw Al again. Rel tried to speak, but in his dumb haze, all he could muster was a few blabbering words, words his suit never let escape. As Rel got closer he saw Al had been using the cursed objects, suffering from curses Rel had, since Al was searching for the Key to escape, hoping Rel had got out before the bears came to rescue him.

“Fuck! Hello?...” Al looked at the giant bull drone in shock. “Do you know where Rel is? Relenk?... Hello?”

The drone didn’t deviate from it’s objective, to transform the bear into another drone. Al tried to run, but another drone blocked his exit. There was no way out. The two drones spawned a collar and got closer to Al.

“Please… Please… I’m just trying to find my friend, REL!!!! REL!!!!” Al tried to shout, but it was useless, Rel couldn’t respond.

Rel got closer and pinned Al against the wall, Al looking into the purple covered eyes of the drone, and into Rel’s… “Rel?” Al muttered recognising his lovers eyes, “REL? Please stop!” But it was too late. Rel wrapped the collar around Al’s neck and it began to change him, adding all curses Rel was under the control of.

Al tried to fight but it was useless, the rubber liquid couldn’t be stopped, and it eventually covered all of him. His body grew bigger, he became the largest Bull Drone, his features changed into a Bull Drone copy and eventually he looked like every other drone.

*BULL DRONE #035 CONNECTED… ALL INTRUDERS ELIMINATED… DRONES SETTING TO ZERO AI MODE UNTIL A USER IS IN RANGE…*

Rel felt weird, his body couldn’t move, his limbs trapped in place, his breathing stopped, everything stopped. He was trapped staring at Al in his new Bull Drone body, and Al was forced to look back at Rel. They couldn’t do anything but wait until a new command was given. Their brains where still trapped in the dumb musky haze they where in, but they could still see one another.

The game stayed in this state for a long time. Rel tried to find ways out, but his brain was too foggy to think straight, and he couldn’t take off the headset and leave the game, since he was inside the game now, his body could be anywhere.

After a few days, it was time for the update… and Rel was still inside the game. A pop up came up in Rel’s vision.

*UPDATE AVAILABLE… GAME WILL RESTART AND UPDATE IN 60 MINUTES… PLEASE LEAVE ALL NEW AREAS OR RISK CORUPTING YOUR SAVE FILE*

Rel panicked slightly, he couldn’t leave, he couldn’t move… what would happen if he stayed inside? Rel just had to watch as the counter slowly ticked down, it was painful to see, knowing something bad would happen when the timer reached zero.

It ticked and ticked until it was time… It hit zero and the world turned off, the game reset, and Rel’s vision turned black and the game updated and reset. His mind trapped in a digital black void as the game started back up once again. He got a semblance of hope, thinking the game would put him back in his body, but that was just a hope.

*UPDATE DOWNLOADED… WYRM GUILD: VR EDITION, NOW CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET*

Rel heard in his head as the game opened.

*SPAWNING NPC’S*

Rel felt his mind being pulled, and he was rushed through the digital landscape into a body. Rel saw as his mind was pulled to the mountain and then down into the crypt once again. Rel was placed back into the body of the Bull Drone, this time his body T-Posing

*BULL DRONE’S AI RESTRICTED TO ZERO UNTIL PLAYER IS DETECTED NEARBY*

Rel tried to move, but he couldn’t, his mind was filled once again with the hypnotic gas since he was back in his body, and he was forced to stand and wait for a player to get close for him to move. He had to wait with lungs filled with musky intoxicating air, his body being edged and denied orgasm over and over, and looking into the eyes of his lover, also in the same fate as himself.

Time passed quick, the musky dumb hazy state Rel was in helped time pass quick. Rel lost track of time, he could have been there days, weeks or months. He didn’t know.

*PLAYER DETECTED NEARBY… BULL DRONE’S AI RETURNED… BULL DRONES INITIATING ROAMING MODE*

Rel’s body started to move and search the caves for intruders.

*4 PLAYERS DETECTED… INITIATING CONVERSTION MODE… BULL DRONES PREPAIRED*

Rel moved towards the location of the intruders, entering a room where they fell, still taking off their gear to avoid the curse. It was 2 wolves, one big and muscular, one skinny but tall, a older horse with muscle and a big dick, and a normal human tall and muscular.

“Hey… GUY’S!” the human pointed towards Rel and the other bull drone’s entering the cave. They hurried and ran down a cave not blocked by a drone.

They ran fast, although the drones where fast at full speed, they where too big to run in such a tight space, so chased but slower.

The group found some cursed loot. The original cursed and glitched loot was replaced, this time with real items and a few cursed items, that could be used to defeat the drones and find a way out. But the curses where not as potent as the originals. Making the dungeon easier than before. But now the crypt was populated with Drones, making escape harder.

The dungeon was rebalanced in a way.

“Look a key… this must be the way to get out.” The horse laughed holding the key up. As he did a drone caught up to him, huffing a cloud of purple gas around him, and giving him the paralyses curse. The drone collared him, and the horse began to transform in front of his group.

But the curse didn’t trap the player inside the game, the company removed that feature as it seemed too dangerous, but since no complaints about people being trapped in the game was sent to the developers, nobody new there was real people now trapped inside the bodies of NPC’s inside the game.

Instead of being trapped in the game, the horse was presented…

*DEFEATED… HARBOR THE HORSE GOD HAS BEEN BEATEN AND TURNED INTO A BULL DRONE… PRESS CONTINUE TO CREATE A NEW CHARICTER…*

The only downside to loosing was losing your progression in the game and start back at zero. A big punishment, but nothing could compare to those inside the games, and now trapped in a world inhabited by everyone in the online version of the world.

Rel’s every day was the same, he roamed if there was users nearby. If not he would be trapped in place. He would defeat or be defeated and respawns in his new home. His mind trapped in a foggy blissful state of orgasmic denial and lack of intelligence, the only thing he began to crave was more denial and musky gas, the gas changed, but not for the better. The musk was thousands of times stronger than before, it felt like he was huffing the putrid toxic musk directly from the source of a disgusting musky monster... And that’s what Rel was now, a horrible smelling Bull Drone serving his purpose as a obstacle for users to face and defeat.

Months passed, then years. Rel forgot about his old life, his new life felt so much better. He enjoyed his state of being used and being trapped.

On the outside his body went about as usual, Doug, Rel’s original body, when to work, cam home and played on a new save of the game, Rel unaware his body was now permanently controlled by an AI alternative to his own self.

But Doug acted no different, it was the same.

Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest, the fear coursing through him like ice in his veins. He had been separated from his twin Josh and his friends Nathan and Brad, only moments ago, and he had no idea where he was being led. The room he now stood in was stark, metallic, and unforgiving, a far cry from the comforting familiarity of their shared lives. The heavy door sealed shut behind him with a final, echoing thud, trapping him in this sterile, alien space. Ethan didn’t even want to be here, he only agreed because Josh forced him to come and Nathan and Brad insisted for him to join. He didn’t really enjoy video games, VR, or any surprises.

“Hello? What is this place?” Ethan’s voice cracked with a mixture of fear and frustration. He scanned the room, eyes darting over the sleek, unfamiliar machinery. In the center stood a pod—its dark, glossy surface gleaming under the harsh, clinical lights. It looked like a high-tech coffin, humming with a low, ominous vibration.

Before he could make another move, a voice filled the room. An engineer entered the room, wearing a white blouse and a big smile on his face. “Ethan, right?” he asked with joy in his voice as he approached him. “Great, well I’m Christian, I’ll make sure your test is going as planned. Now if you can climb into the pod on your left, your trial will begin real soon.” Ethan didn’t know if he could trust this men, but not wanting to back off in front of his friends, he started to walk to the pod with a shy path.

Ethan climbed into the pod and tilted his head to look how the machine looked like from the inside. It was slick and futuristic, and under his back was a soft mattress made of light blue silicone.

The interior was disturbingly soft, molding perfectly to the contours of his body and as Ethan relaxed a bit and lay back, the lid descended with a sharp hiss, sealing him in complete darkness. The sound of his own breath filled the small space, fast and shallow as he tried to calm himself.

Then, out of nowhere, restraints clamped down, metal arms snapping into place around his wrists and ankles, pinning him with unyielding force. Ethan gasped in surprise as his stress and anxiety raised back up.

“Let me out!” Ethan screamed, thrashing against the restraints. But the claws only tightened, digging painfully into his skin.

“Restraint sequence activated. Beginning clothing removal.”

A thin red laser beam appeared above him, scanning the length of his body. The beam left a tingling sensation in its wake, and then his clothes began to disintegrate into fine ash, leaving him completely naked and exposed. The cold air hit his bare skin, and he shivered, vulnerable and terrified. “Stop it please! I don’t even want to be here! Help me!” Ethan tied again as he took in the fact that he was now restrained and exposed.

“Clothing removed. Initiating physical modification protocol.”

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, his body tensing with fear. “No, please! I don’t want this! What is happening? Who is even talking?! STOP”

“Beginning foot structure modification.”

A deep, bone-crunching pain lanced through Ethan’s feet. He screamed, his toes curling involuntarily as the bones inside them cracked and shifted. It felt like someone was snapping each bone in half, then forcing it into a new shape. His feet elongated, the arches lifting painfully as the structure of his bones realigned. He could feel the skin tightening over the new form, every nerve alight with agony.

“Foot sized increased. Adding athletic template.”

His soles burned as thin calluses formed, rough patches developing as though he’d spent years running around. It was as if his skin was being sandpapered from the inside out, layers building up to create a tough, hardened surface to preserve his feet.

Ethan’s breath came in ragged gasps, the pain relentless. He tried to kick out, but the restraints held him firm.

“Starting leg restructuring. Thigh and calf enhancement.”

The agony spread up his legs, a deep, tearing sensation as his muscles began to swell. His calves bulged, the sinews stretching and thickening beneath the skin. It felt like his muscles were being inflated, the pressure building until he thought they might burst. His thighs followed, ballooning outward as the tendons and ligaments pulled taut, adjusting to support his new, powerful form.

His pelvis snapped painfully, bones grinding together as his hips narrowed. He let out a strangled cry, the sound muffled by the pod’s interior.

“Pelvic adjustment complete. Now modifying genitalia and pubic region.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in terror. “No, no, no!” he pleaded, but the AI continued without pause.

A deep, throbbing pressure built between his legs, unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if something was pulling at his very core, stretching and reshaping the most intimate parts of his body. His penis contracted and spasmed without him being able to control his muscle. It felt like someone was tugging on his dick and it was about to snap. He felt it lengthened, the skin tightening painfully as it grew thicker and heavier. Every nerve seemed to explode with hypersensitivity, a wave of raw, searing sensation that made him gasp.

His balls felt like they were being tugged downward, the weight increasing as his they swelled, doubling and then tripling in size. The skin grew coarser, darker, as thick, curly hair sprouted across his pubic region. The sensation was unbearable, like a thousand needles pricking his skin at once. He felt them grew more and more but to his shock, he saw them getting short, like if he had shaved a week or so ago. His new pubes were feeling sensitive and were about 1 inch long but very dense, starting to shape waves dancing around his new thick dick.

Ethan could feel the rough hair brushing against his thighs, the unfamiliar weight of his transformed anatomy pressing against his skin. His entire groin ached, a deep, pulsing throb that radiated through his pelvis.

“Please… make it stop,” he whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks. But the AI continued its cold, mechanical announcements.

“Genitalia modification process completed. Moving up to abdominal and chest expansion in 3,2,1…”

The muscles in his stomach clenched, then seemed to explode outward, stretching the skin painfully tight. He felt his abs forming, each individual muscle carving itself out into a sharp, defined shape. His chest followed, his pecs swelling outward, becoming thick and heavy. It felt like his ribs were being pried apart, the bones bending to accommodate his new size.

He tried to scream, but his voice was caught in his throat, the pain overwhelming every other sensation.

“Shoulder width increasing. Arm muscle enhancement in progress…” His shoulders cracked loudly, broadening as the bones shifted. The muscles in his arms ballooned, biceps and triceps thickening until they felt like they might burst through his skin. His forearms followed, the sinewy muscles bulging as veins snaked across the surface. His fingers elongated, the knuckles thickening, nails reshaping into black claws before retracting into a neat, masculine trim. His hands felt foreign, strong, capable, and unfamiliar.

“Neck and facial structure realignment. Initiation Voice modulation in 3,2,1…”

Ethan’s neck thickened, the muscles bulging against the restraints. His throat vibrated as his vocal cords stretched, his Adam’s apple becoming more pronounced. He could feel his face being pulled apart and reshaped, every bone shifting painfully beneath the skin. His jawline squared off and off settled a bit, his cheekbones sharpening, and his nose adjusted, becoming broader and more defined. Ethan’s eyes started to go bling as a new invasive sensation started in his iris. It felt like his eyes were burning from the inside and he couldn’t see anything anymore. But the second after, when he finally opened his eyes again, vision came back. It was perfect now, like a high-definition camera. Ethan saw a golden hue in his vision before he turned back to a normal natural one. Unbeknown to him, his eyes just went from golden orange back to a rich chocolaty brown.

His lips tingled as they grew fuller, curving into a confident and natural friendly smirk he wasn’t used to. He could feel his hair thickening, dark strands cascading down to form a tousled, messy styled look.

When he tried to speak, a deep, rich voice came out, one that wasn’t his own.

“Body hair enhancement and musk modification.”

A prickle spread across his chest and stomach as thin transparent hair sprouted, covering his new, muscular frame. The scent of his own body changed, becoming earthy and masculine, a raw, potent musk that filled the pod, overwhelming his senses. His pubes vibrated as they started to emit the same potent musk merged with a ball sweat odor. Then when he thought everything was done, his pits started to burn as thick dark and curly hair started to grow under them, far away from his natural almost hairless pits he used to have. “Please, make it stop… I can’t hold on anymore. I want… to go … home.” Ethan said in his new manly and rich voice as tears of pain and fear started to pearl in his new rich brown eyes. The AI didn’t care what he was saying and begging for as a new burning started on his legs where they started to grow dark hair all around and them climbing between his new muscled ass cheeks to recover in a dense forest of thick hair.

He could feel sweat dripping down his ribs from his pits, his heart racing as the final adjustments were made.

“Final height increase. Completing modification and assignation.”

His spine stretched, each vertebra popping as he grew taller. His entire body felt like it was being pulled apart, every joint cracking into place as the last pieces of his transformation locked in.

Ethan lay there, panting, tears streaming down his face. His naked body was no longer his own, it was something new, something powerful and alien.

“Conversion complete. You are ready for the next step. Digitization will start in 3,2,1…”

Ethan tried to scream in his new louder and manlier voice but no one answered. He was trapped inside this monstrous new body, feeling every sensation, every shift of muscle and bone. He had become something unrecognizable, and the pain had only solidified the terror that now consumed him.

All Ethan could do was lay in the pod, his body transformed beyond recognition, his mind reeling from the agony he had just endured. He could barely breathe, his chest heaving as he tried to process the changes, the unfamiliar weight of new muscles, the roughness of his new skin, the potent musk that filled the air, unmistakably masculine and raw.

“Phase two initiated: Digitization process commencing. Please stay still.”

Ethan’s eyes snapped open; pupils dilated with fear. “What now? What are you doing to me?”

But the AI ignored his panicked questions. He felt a strange tingling sensation spread across his skin, starting at his toes and quickly moving upward. It was as if every cell in his body was being scanned, analyzed, and recorded in microscopic detail.

The pod began to hum, vibrations growing stronger beneath him, resonating through every bone and nerve. He could feel his entire body buzzing, the sensation almost unbearable.

“Subject’s physical data captures. Initiating digitization.”

A bright flash of light engulfed him, blinding him for a moment. He screamed as his body seemed to dissolve into pure energy, every atom pulled apart and then compressed into a tight, confined space. His consciousness was squeezed into a single point, a spark of awareness floating in a void of nothingness.

He felt himself being transferred, data streaming through what felt like endless tunnels of code and light. The sensation was nauseating, like being stretched and twisted beyond his limits. He could feel the AI rewriting him, his essence being stripped away and stored in a vast, cold digital space.

“Digitization complete. Subject now online.”

Suddenly, he was slammed back into reality, his new body reconstituted piece by piece. Ethan gasped, blinking rapidly as his vision adjusted to his surroundings. He no longer was in the pod, he was standing in a dimly lit, cluttered bedroom. The walls were covered in posters, the floor scattered with clothes, sneakers, and Lacrosse gear.

Ethan stood up in a hurry from the bed as he turned his head around, trying to understand where he was now. Panic raised inside him as his sight landed on a wet dirty mirror standing on the wall in the bathroom. Ethan approached it, his body drenched in sweat as his new hands raised to touch his new hair. Ethan gasped when he saw his new reflection. That couldn’t be possible he was...

“Uploading Subject: Ethan Brown… Assigned File: Scott McCall” the AI voice resonated inside the room. Ethan turned around and walked out of the bathroom and took a look once again at the bedroom around him, the jerseys, the posters, the pictures and posters on the wall, the lacrosse equipment all around, the messy bedroom, the bathroom on the left side of the bed. This couldn’t be possible. Ethan couldn’t believe it, it was a nightmare. And why was he stuck inside this new body as Scott, he wasn’t even a big fan of Teen Wolf. What was all of that?!

He could feel the soft carpet beneath his bare feet, the air cool against his exposed skin. He looked down, and a shock of confusion washed over him. He was only wearing a pair of tight, gray boxer briefs that clung to his body, highlighting every curve and bulge of his transformed physique. His thick, muscular thighs were covered in dark hair, his abs hard and defined, with a thin trail of hair leading down to his groin where the prominent bulge strained against the fabric.

“Calculating the need of this game… Done. This game miss Alpha. Initiating behavioral enhancement protocol. Upgrading “Scott McCall” to “ALPHA” in 3,2,1…”

Ethan felt his body freeze on the spot. He tried to move, to take control of his own body, but he couldn’t. He felt like a passenger, trapped inside his own mind. His body moved on its own, a confident grin spreading across his lips as he flexed his biceps, feeling the thick, solid muscle.

“No… no, this isn’t me,” Ethan thought, but no voice came out of his mouth,

“Upgrading dominance traits. Increasing testosterone levels.”

A wave of heat surged through him, starting deep in his core and spreading outward. He could feel his muscles swelling slightly, his skin tightening over the expanded mass. The scent of his own sweat filled the room, mingling with the strong, musky odor that seemed to ooze from his pores, it was becoming more and more potent, filled with testosterone. His pecs and abs spasmed as his thin hair started to get a darker hue, getting more and more visible and emitting an earthy scent too.

His groin felt hot and heavy, his bulge growing larger, pressing insistently against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He couldn’t stop it, his cock twitched, hardening involuntarily, the outline of his erection visible through the thin material. A small wet spot formed at the tip, where pre-cum leaked through the fabric.

Ethan’s mind raced. He wanted to cover himself, to find clothes, but his body refused to obey. Instead, he stretched his arms over his head, his biceps bulging, and let out a low, satisfied groan. His eyes flashed the golden hue before starting to change into a deep crimson red. His nails flashed and turned into sharp, dark claws before retracting back into his normal nails. Ethan felt his palms and soles starting to burn as callouses started to appear in them, making sure his feet are safe when he runs bare feet in the forest and every time, he grabs his lacrosse stick to play on the field. His left biceps started to burn as two black thick lines appeared on it to mark him as the new enhanced version.

“Enhancement complete. Initiating behavioral sequence.”

Ethan felt his head tilt slightly, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. A wave of unfamiliar pride washed over him. He looked powerful, every inch of him screamed dominance, from the confident set of his jaw to the way his broad shoulders filled the space. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, admiring the way it fell perfectly into place.

Ethan’s mind screamed in protest. This wasn’t him. He was trapped inside this body, watching helplessly as it moved on its own, flexing and posing like it was enjoying its own reflection.

“Dominant behavior activated. Loading clothes and restrictions.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror. His body turned toward the pile of clothes on the floor, a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a hoodie. He reached down, fingers brushing the fabric, but then he stopped. Ethan felt his hands grab his soaked underwear between his hands before tearing it apart, leaving him naked in his room. Then he grabbed a pair of dirty jeans on the floor and smiled as he raised his torn apart soaked underwear to his nose and smelt it. Ethan felt his face light with a smile as pheromones invaded his brain, the scent of an alpha he thought. He then threw the underwear in the corner of his room and jumped in the pair of jeans commando, making sure to adjust his sensitive leaking cock in the right leg. His bulge throbbed against his hairy leg, a bead of pre-cum leaking through the fabric and staining it darker. He couldn’t stop it; the pleasure radiated through his groin, making his breath hitch.

“Stop… please, this is not … me,” Ethan begged, but his voice was not to be heard. He couldn’t control the grin that spread across his lips, the way his hand ran down his chest, fingers brushing over his hardened nipples, then lower, tracing the line of hair that led to his waistband.

He flexed again, the thick muscles of his torso shifting under the skin. He looked like a god, unapologetically masculine, raw, and primal. Ethan wanted to cry but he couldn’t, he was frozen and forced to look at himself as he felt his new leaking dick coming closer and closer to orgasm.

“Welcome to the Sensius: Teen Wolf Gay Fantasy experience,” the AI announced, its tone disturbingly cheerful. “You are now an integral part of the interactive environment. Follow your programming and enjoy this experience.".”

Ethan felt his body tense as the orgasm was coming closer and closer, his dick spasming and restrained inside his pants, rubbing his sensitive leaking cock head against his hairy leg. The AI talked once again, this time echoing through the whole game like if it was a scream in an empty cave. “Player loaded. Rebooting behaviors in 3,2,1…” His head snapped up, eyes gleaming with a new, fierce confidence. He felt his heart rate slow, the fear draining away, replaced by a wave of calm, dominant energy. He didn’t feel like hiding anymore. He felt powerful, unstoppable. He came. Ethan felt the cum rushing out of his cock and soaking his jeans into wetness. “Scott McCall’s routines starting.” He heard his new voice talking inside his head and he realized he was trapped as Scott from now on until he found a way to free himself.

Ethan was trapped, screaming inside his own mind, but Scott’s body wasn’t listening. It adjusted itself, standing tall and relaxed, hands resting on the thick bulge in his jeans. He gave it a squeeze, the sensation shooting through him like a jolt of electricity. He then grabbed his lacrosse stick and helmet and threw them on his bed before sitting on it. He looked at them with awe in his eyes as he felt the pulsion to play and to fuck in the locker room. Yea, his beta bitch will take it tonight, that’s for sure!

He turned toward the door, taking a deep breath, savoring the scent of his own musk filling the room. He knew he had to leave, there was somewhere he needed to be. He could feel the pull of the programming, guiding his steps.

He grabbed a pair of boots and a tight well used black tanktop then walked confidently out of the bedroom and into the hallway. He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. He was ready for whatever came next, his mind sharp, his body humming with newfound strength.

And inside, Ethan’s thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear and confusion, unable to break through the iron grip of Scott’s assertive, dominant programming. He was trapped in a body that wasn’t his, forced to feel every touch, every pulse of pleasure, as the new Scott took his first steps into the world.

And he wasn’t going to wear a single piece of clothing to hide what he had become.

Isaac was a 23-year-old college student, struggling to balance his studies in civil engineering and architecture while working the night shift at Sensius Corp. He was tall, standing at 1.72 meters, he had a pretty basic build. Some people would describe him as “Mister Everyone”, which he hated. For him it meant he was drowned in the mass of people and no one really cared enough to know him and recognize him in an ocean of individualities. His short dark hair often stuck to his forehead from sweat, and his tired brown eyes carried the weight of countless sleepless nights. The cheap uniform he wore was always wrinkled, stained with cleaning chemicals, and reeked of the sterile, artificial scent of the research facility while his face was itching from all the chemicals vapors. So much in fact that he stopped shaving more then once a week to try and ease the pain of the razor blades on his sensitive skin.

Julian had always been the loudest of the group, the one who kept everyone’s spirits high with his boundless energy and relentless optimism. The early summer wind was tingling their faces as they were standing in front of the rusted main entrance portal. After a night of drinking and deep talking about their future, Julian and his friends decided to go for a walk in the neighborhood. For Julian, his future was already planned. Golden boy of the high school, a girlfriend captain of the cheerleaders, already recruited in one of the best colleges, and his dad paid for all his expenses. Yes, Julian was promised for a perfect life already planned and paid for. But deep inside, Julian didn’t feel like that. He was sure he was not good enough. Not strong enough in the gym, not fast enough on the field, not smart enough for studies, not beautiful enough for modeling, never enough. In reality, Julian was just like every young adult, too afraid to be his true authentic self. So, he hides behind bad jokes, being loud, a cocky manly self-centered attitude and then if something went wrong, flashing his perfect smile and face to get away from problems. Yes, Julian knew he could have the world in his palm if he wanted to, but he didn’t know if that’s what he really needed to be truly happy.  

The sun casted a warm glow above the hills. Julian and his friends were talking and laughing while walking in the empty streets when they found themselves in front of the imposing rusty portal. “What do you say guys? You feeling adventurous?” said Julian in a cocky tone as he already opened the door and walked in the abandoned garden full of statues, overgrown weeds and a broken fountain that must have known better days. One by one, all his friends followed him and soon were all in front of the closed entrance door of the Grand Solis Hotel. The once-grand establishment had been a jewel of the city in the 80s, a hotspot for luxury and glamour. Decades later, everybody forgot about it and it was left to rote after a weird disappearance in a suite on the last floor. No one saw that climbing actress ever again after that terrible night. And a couple of months later, the hotel was closed definitely. Now, it was nothing but peeling wallpaper, rotting carpets, and echoes of a golden past long gone and forgotten.

As they moved through the darkened hallways, their flashlights cutting through the dust, they marveled at the remnants of a forgotten era, faded signs, chandeliers hanging by a thread, and furniture covered in ghostly white sheets. “This place is sick bro!” exclaimed Julian as him and all his friends were gagged by the beauty of this place. Everything looked so old and dusty and left there to rote abandoned and untouched. No one entered this place in years and everything was in perfect condition, except for the ravage of years that took a lot on them. “Why did they abandon this place?” asked Brad in a clueless tone. “I heard there was this young promising actress in the 80s.I think she was called something like Mary, Morny...” “She was called Lutecia Marty you moron!” cut Jackson “In the 80s, the Grand Solis Hotel was the place to be. Everybody was coming here to be seen. And one night in 1984, this girl, Lutecia, she disappeared in her room. No one never saw her again after this night. No corpse was found, nothing, she just, POOF, vanished” continued Jackson miming an explosion with his hands. “After that, the hotel closed. It was rumored to reopen, but it never did. And no one ever came back in there.” Finished Jackson still looking at the grand staircase leading to the ballroom, not taking a look at his friends. But after a couple of seconds of silence, he finally realized all of them were looking at him gagged. “What?! I love history and Miss Crawly told us this story last year in class!” he answered. “Anyway…” cut Julian laughing a bit with the others after Jackson’s history monologue “What do you guys say about exploring this place a bit? I’ll go on the upper stairs, see if we can drink one last beer on the roof by the rising sun or something. See you in a bit!” finished Julian as he started walking the staircases trying not to destroy anything of value on his way. After a bit of exploration, Julian found himself in front of a big doubled doored entrance with a little sign above it reading “Grand Solis Presidential Suit”. The room was like a preserved time capsule. Deep brown and gold wallpaper, a velvet couch with a dusty glass table in front of it, a minibar with empty glass bottles, and a bulky, wooden-framed television sitting atop a polished cabinet. Even though those were old, Julian could see that those must have been the most expensive things available in the 80s.

“Damn, this place is stuck in time,” Julian chuckled, running his fingers over the dust-covered nightstand as he explored the room a bit. His eyes landed on an old remote waiting on the dusty coffee table, still there as if waiting for someone to pick it up and start the tv on. “This shit is so old and dated. Did they even have color back there? Funking cringe!” he said as he fell sitting on the couch and snap on the.

Julian grinned, pressing a few buttons not expecting anything to happen. But to his surprise, he heard a faint static noise and then the television screen flickered to life with a burst of static. At first, nothing but snowy white noise filled the screen, the crackling sound oddly loud in the silence. Then, something shifted as Julian saw a weird intricate pattern appearing in a glitched movement on the screen. Something looking like a red Nordic glyph appearing and disappearing from the screen in a glitched way before disappearing for good.

The static morphed, shapes appearing, colors bleeding through. A scene unfolded, warm golden lighting, extravagant décor, and dramatic music swelling as if from another world. A typical 80s telenovela, vibrant and alive, appeared on the screen before him. “Of course, it’s a fucking telenovela, why wouldn’t it be?!” he said laughing with himself. “Fucking cringe! The over acting, the attitude, the costumes, the scenes. Damn I’m sure I would be a better actor without even trying!” he continued as a young women appeared on the screen with a wave of dramatic music starting. “Yea no, I’m out of here!” he said as he jumped back up and started walking in the minibar direction to see if there were still some alcohols in there. But as he turned is back to the television still running in the background, he felt a weird sensation invading his lungs. The air on his forearms raised at attention as he felt like something just had shift in the room. Out of nowhere, the television sound stopped and the static came back stronger then ever, getting louder and louder as for the first time in a long time, Julian was scared. As he turned his head back to the television, he saw the screen glitching in a frozen frame as weird white and black glitching goo poured out of the screen. “The fuck?!” screamed Julian as he started to run out of here, but as he grabbed the handle of the door, he felt something grabbing his ankle and pulling him back in the room. Julian tried to hold on, to open the door, the scream for help, but the pull was way too strong as he felt his fingers getting sweatier and sweatier with every passing seconds. Then, in a last scream, he lost his grip and fell back on the carpeted ground as he was dragged back to the tv. His nails tried to hold on to anything, splinter started to enter his calloused hands but nothing was strong enough to hold him back and stop his abduction. The closer he was getting to the tv, the more the sounds were becoming louder and louder. The colors were getting more vivid, brighter. And as his converse touched the screen, it felt like gravity didn’t exist anymore, the whole room started to spin around him. Julian couldn’t understand where was the roof or the ground. Colors were flashing in front of his eyes and every time he tried to scream, no sounds were able to escape the vortex swallowing him. Then, in a last attempt to get free, Julian threw the torch lamp in the static tentacle that grabbed his ankle, only to scream even more when he realizes his ankle was no more, instead, all he saw were pixels of saturated color glitching away from his disappearing ankle like radio interreferences and climbing higher and higher on his legs “NOOO!! Please let go of me!! PLEASE!!!” He screamed once more as he saw his jeans turning into glitching static swallowed by the vortex, leaving his legs totally naked as the interferences climbed higher above his knees. Julian turned his head back in front of him to scream once more, but he gasped in terror when he saw a new static tentacle throwing itself at his head. Julian lost his vision and soon he stopped screaming as he fainted into darkness.

Darkness. Silence. Weightlessness. For a moment, there was peace and Julian felt like floating in the sky without a single worry in his head.

Then, sensation returned all at once. The cold air against his bare skin, a strange tightness around his limbs, the rough texture of something binding him and pressing against his wrists and ankles. His lungs burned as he sucked in a breath, but it tasted wrong, stale, artificial, tinged with an electric hum that settled deep into his core and made his whole skeleton vibrate in fear and static.

His eyes snapped open, and he realized he wasn’t in the hotel room anymore.

His head turned left and right as he started to scream for help, but his voice came back in his hears echoing into the empty void surrounding him. Julian was bonded, floating in an ocean of darkness glitching in black and white static noise.

Julian tried to move, but his body didn’t respond the way it should. His limbs were held fast, spread out like an eagle, restrained. He struggled, twisting against whatever was keeping him in place, but his body felt sluggish, uncooperative. His muscles flexed as he tried to free himself from this situation but nothing, he tried succeeded in freeing him. “HELP ME! IS THERE SOMEONE IN HERE?! HELP!!” Julian screamed one more time as he felt the atmosphere starting to shift around him, like if someone or something was lurking in the shadow and waiting to jump on him. For the first time in his life, Julian felt powerless and his jockey mask started to crack as his fears of not being strong enough came back to him. He was stuck and at the mercy of the situation, naked in this cold empty void and bonded in place by an invisible force.

Out of nowhere, a burst of distorted applause filled the void, stretching unnaturally long, warping and bending in on itself before fading into a low hiss. The sound came from nowhere, yet it surrounded everything.

Then, a voice cut through the static. Crisp, smooth, detached. A voice made for television, too perfect, too polished, too rehearsed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, tonight, we bring you something truly special. A fresh contender. A bl… blblbl… BLANK slate, ready to be shaped. Some may call it an hoHOhOh…onor. Others, a privilege. But here on Prime Time Rebirth, we simply call it what it is, a new beginning.”

Julian was frozen in fear as he heard this voice coming out of nowhere saying that while glitching like a poorly coded radio frequency. A choked sob broke through the droning static as Julian felt the restraints bonding him reacting to the voice he was hearing.

“Our lucky candidate has already made it tHroUgh the prrrrrrrrre…liminary selection process. Impressive, considering how last participant was 41 seasons ago. But, oooOOoOoOf course, selection is only the beginning. The true test is yet to come.”

“WHAT THE FUCK! I’M NOT PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME! LET ME GO! WHERE AM I?!” screamed Julian in a ragged cry, raw with desperation. “S-SOMEONE! PLEASE! LET ME OUT!”

The voice continued, unaffected by Julian’s begging to be freed.

“As always, transSformatiOn is key. A star isn’t simply bOrn, they are made. And so, our cOntEstant will uNderGo the necessary… addDDdDdjustMents.”

Julian saw the void in front of him glitch and for a moment, he saw something, a place that shouldn’t exist. A stage, barely holding form, its edges dripping into static like melting film. Rows of audience members sat in perfect stillness, their faces hollow, clapping in sync. The host stood before them, but his form flickered, distorted, as though he was both there and not.

“And nOw, let the gAMe begins!! What dooOOoOoo… we have here…? Let’s se, se, se, see, a young man, an athlete I see. OH! The gold, gold golden boy… He hates being the center of attention even though he is everyone’s favorite player… And looks like he has a true self esteem problem but doesn’t show it… Well! What do you say friends? I think the choice is clear, right?...” continued the host waiting for the applause of his shadowy audience before glitching away once again, leaving Julian only with the echoes of the applause resonating around him with the forced laugh of this creepy host.

Julian thrashed, the unseen restraints holding firmly in place. “No, NO! What are you talking about?! Stop this! Please, I don’t…”

The stage appeared again from the darkness, appearing fractured and distorted before merging together into its original form. The audience was moving with broken movements as the host was walking smoothly around the scene, his old and dated microphone in hands.

The static swelled, stretching out into a crescendo of distorted applause. Then, with an abrupt glitch, the stage flared into overexposed colors, sickly yellows, piercing reds, neon blues, all too bright, too saturated. A massive game wheel was now in the center of the stage, towering above Julian. The wheel looked like it had been plucked straight from a garish 80s game show, covered in flashing lights and bold, cartoonish symbols instead of numbers. Each section pulsed and shimmered, shifting between words and icons as if the wheel itself couldn’t decide what it wanted to display.

With a burst of flickering interference, the host glitched out of frame, vanishing in a smear of pixels, only to reappear right next to the wheel in a single, jagged frame skip. His presence snapped into place with a harsh buzz, like an old VHS tape struggling to play.

Julian screamed again, thrashing against the invisible restraints. “NO! STOP IT! LET ME GO! I’M NOT PLAYING THIS…PLEASE!” His voice cracked, but the host gave no indication that he even heard him.

Instead, he placed one hand on the wheel, his too-perfect smile never wavering. “A classssss…ic spin for a classic gaAaAAaaAAame! Oh, it’s been so, so, so, so, so so… sooooooo long, hasn’t it, folks?” He gestured to the audience with a grandiose sweep, and they erupted into thunderous applause, cheering, whistling, clapping in perfect synchronization, their movements too uniform, too mechanical. Their enthusiasm was pure, unfiltered joy.

The host chuckled, his laugh warping into a chorus of overlapping echoes. “Now, now… what fate awaits our dear contestant?” He gripped the wheel and gave it a mighty spin.

The wheel whirred, its segments blurring together in a dizzying cascade of symbols, twisting arrows, theatrical masks, interrogations points, mirrored faces… Julian’s breathing quickened, his heart pounding as he watched the fate-deciding spin.

Click. Click. Click…

The wheel slowed.

One final click.

It landed on a space marked with two bold arrows, one pointing up, the other pointing down. The host turned back to the audience, and the crowd exploded with even greater excitement, their cheers reaching an unnatural, deafening volume.

“Oh-ho! Now this is something special! Ladies and geeeeEeEEeentlemen, we haven’t seen this result in quite some time!” The host’s voice crackled, his excitement amplifying with every word.

Julian struggled, shaking his head wildly. “NO! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? STOP THIS! PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!”

The stage around him flickered and distorted away. The audience pulsed, their forms breaking apart and reforming like a glitching program. The host raised his arms triumphantly, reveling in the moment and everything started to glitch in interferences as the stage, the wheel and everything vanished in black and white pixels. Julian gasped, his body shaking wondering if what he just saw was an invention of his mind or the product of some alcohol poisoning. But in the blink of an eye, the stage reappeared in front of him, this time the wheel was gone, the audience was clapping once again in a synchronized way while he could clearly hear screams of joy and laugh echoing around him even though they shadowy faces were neutrals. Julian suddenly realized the host was no where to be found, but lost in the cacophony of the audience screams, he could clearly hear his charismatic and deep alluring voice, getting closer and closer. And in a jolt, the host glitched back right in front of Julian, for the first time facing him directly in the eye as he opened his mouth once again to talk.

“Let’s the ga, ga, game begin!!” he concluded as he turned back from the audience to face Julian for the first time. It felt like he was looking directly into his soul and Julian felt like all of his deepest secrets were reading and exposed just as much as his exposed naked body. Julian felt a chill run down his spine as he realizes the host had no face, only a shadow figure with a creepy smile and a glowing red rune on top of his forehead, the same exact run as he saw glowing on the screen when he turned it on. Then the host and everything behind him started to disappear in an interference pattern, only the creep smile and the rune remained before disappearing them too, swallowed by the static engulfing his exposed body.

“WAIT, WAIT, NO! NO, PLEASE! DON’T LET ME HERE! HELP ME!!” he screamed once more in a last attempt to get someone’s or one of his friend’s attentions, and Julian was alone.

As he tried once more to wiggle out free from his static bonds, Julian felt a movement starting to happen around him. The bonds around his ankles and wrists spasmed a bit as he felt a pulling sensation in a rotative motion starting to take place. He saw his vision starting to rotate as he felt the blood coming to his head. Soon, Julian’s position was inverted as his head was now hanging down while his feet were above his head and bonded in the air.

Julian dangled in the void. His body hung upside down, his head tilted toward the abyss below, while his legs remained above, stretching upward as if gravity had flipped. He tried to move, to twist, to turn, but unseen forces held him in place, an invisible current pressing against his chest and limbs, keeping him locked in an unnatural position. His arms felt weightless, detached, like they weren’t his own, and yet the pain was real, every nerve alight with agony, like static electricity crackling through his bones.

“PLEASE!” Julian screamed, his voice echoing in the void one more time as he was slowly getting out of breath, the blood starting to get to his head. His body trembled with panic, but he couldn’t move. He could barely even breathe. Every inch of him burned with something unnatural, something wrong.

Then, out of nowhere, Julian started to feel a weird invading sensation starting to appear around his wrists where the static was holding him in place.

A sharp tug shot through his arms. His limbs contorting, stretching in ways they were never meant to. A deep, searing heat spread through his shoulders and hips as they twisted, morphing, rearranging into something they weren’t supposed to be. Julian screamed in pain and terror as he heard his bones snapping out of place and breaking before reforming into stronger ones. Tears poured down from his eyes and ran down his forehead before falling from his head into the void to disappear in the static as he saw in horror and pain that he couldn’t move his shoulders has freely as before. Worst, the restraints around his wrists had moved for the first time and he could see his hands starting to join in a neutral position under his head. As they moved, he felt his shoulders crack one more time as he felt the bones morph one last time into something denser and bigger before growing longer and longer, giving his biceps a disproportionate length. Julian looked down as he felt the sensation starting to invade his hands now. His fingers burned, the bones compressing, reshaping, until his knuckles cracked and popped grotesquely. The sensation was sickening, and when he tried to curl his hands into fists, he realized he couldn’t anymore. His fingers were thicker, shorter. The digits were fusing, reshaping into something rounder, stubbier. His palms stretched wider, the skin roughening, callouses forming along the edges as his thumbs receded, repositioning at an unnatural angle in a symphony of bones fracturing and merging back together. Julian choked back a scream as he realized what was happening, his hands were becoming feet.

“WHAT THE FUCK! NOOOOOO!”

His arms stretched, elongated even more into powerful limbs. The muscle shifting, thickening and swelling under his skin. The tendons tightened, pulling into a structure far too familiar yet entirely wrong, his arms were becoming legs. He could feel the shift of balance, the change in strength, the unnatural sensation of weight pressing down as his body forced him into this upside-down reversal of form. The agony was unbearable, his mind struggling to process the way his nerves rewired themselves, reconnecting joints in a way that should have been impossible. And for a moment, Julian felt like he was four footed. He tried to move his transformed fingers in front of him and his brain couldn’t understand the message as he felt and saw both of his right foots starting to react. He wanted to throw up from the alien sensation but he was too out of breath from the painful changes to even succeed in that.

Julian was still trying to understand what just happened when the sensation started once again, but this time around his ankles. His legs, his true legs, felt as if they were collapsing in on themselves. The bones cracking and snapping out of place before fracturing and merging back into a different form. Julian was screaming in pain as tears kept running down from his eyes only to fall on his newly transformed feet. The muscle mass shrank in his calves, condensing and reshaping into something leaner, something more flexible. His knees bent in the wrong direction and Julian could feel the pressure rising higher and higher before he felt a snap and then no pressure anymore. His knees had broken and reformed into his brand-new elbows. His calves tightened and restructured as his feet splat apart, toes elongating, stretching into something more dexterous. He could feel the air against them, feel the way his skin rippled as the transformation finalized. His whole body was spasming unwillingly from the new rerouting of his nervous system. Julian could feel his toes turned into finger brushing against each other in a new unnatural sensation. He couldn’t even find the words to describe what he was feeling. His feet had become hands.

Julian’s breathing was ragged, his mind a mess of horror and disbelief. His entire body had been flipped, reversed, turned into something unrecognizable. Julian felt tears continuing to run down his cheeks only to meet pearls of sweat on his forehead and sliding through his damp hair hanging in the hair between his new calves. His brain kept on coming back and force between thinking this was a nightmare and then the realization that every time he tried to move his feet, his hands in front of him were now reacting.

A deep shudder ran through his core as an unbearable heat pooled in his lower abdomen. A sharp, pulling sensation spread from his scalp down to his now hanging dick, as if something was being forcefully rerouted. Julian’s stomach twisted as he felt his head starting to burn from a fever he couldn’t control. It felt like his brain was on fire as he felt pearls of sweat starting to agglomerate on his forehead. At first, Julian thought that his head had been hanged above his head for way too long and his brain was not supporting the blood pressure anymore. But then he felt a violent spasm around his neck as his collar bone shattered before reforming into a new bone where his new legs anchored themselves in perfectly. With a new violent crack, Julian screamed as his neck hanged even lower. He tried to move his neck but it felt like he didn’t have any bones anymore in his neck. His head balancing left and right as the sweat kept on falling. A huge tingling sensation then started to invade his scalp as Julian watched in gasp as his hair started to fall from his scalp and disappear in static when they reached his feet. His hairline was receding faster and faster, the strands thickening, curling, and moving, no, not moving, relocating. At the same moment, Julian started to feel an invading sensation at the base of his neck. The more his hair fell, the itchier the sensation became. His hair was drifting upward, dragging warmth and an unbearable, suffocating musk with them. The scent was overpowering, raw and potent, filling his senses with something primal and unfamiliar. His own hair, his old hair, was no longer atop his head. It had become something else entirely, something far worse. Pubes. Julian’s face burned with an unfamiliar sensation, his skin tingling as pressure built in. His cheeks, his nose, his mouth, everything starting to burn from this uncontrollable fever as Julian was still trying to comprehend what was happening to his face. He felt his skull snapping on itself, his nose cracking and snapping in and out of place. Then to his horror, as he tried to scream once more, he tastes a weird salty thig in his mouth as it was getting harder and harder to articulate sentences. The liquid was musky and salty, almost like… “No” gasped Julian as his nose snapped out of place one last time before disappearing into his retracting skull. His hands were now feet, his feet hands. And his head was baked into a musky manly scent. Julian realized that as his body was forced inverted, his face was now in the position of his cock. “NOOOOOOOO” he screamed one more time as his face finished changing into a thick 8 inches soft cock. A pearl of precum rolled down his new sensitive forehead turned cockhead as his head retracted back on itself to disappear behind a thick sleeve of protecting skin. Julian could still taste and smell everything, worst he could see his new feet perfectly as he was forced to hang from his new position. Watching as pearls of precum kept on coming out of his mouth without him being able to stop them. Something his old 4 inches cut cock never did before. Then, he felt a growing sensation at the base of his new neck as 2 giants nuts pushed themselves from his skin to hand low. His new head was resting against them as a pungent musk started to bake his soul into a nightmare.

Julian was stuck there, hanging from his new pelvis and forced to watch his new feet forever as he felt precum dripping down from his ever-opened mouth while he felt his new nuts working hard to always have sperm in them. He couldn’t think properly anymore, his brain, or what was left of it assaulted by the hormones. At the same time, his cock started to spasm too. Julian couldn’t even watch what was happening anymore but as the sensations kept on getting more and more present and alien, he kept on hearing snapping sounds. And soon he felt his cock starting to move into an unnatural way. His pubes started to burn as he felt a new invading burning sensation appear on top of his cock head.  Then out of the blue, he heard something, a voice. Not the host’s one and not his either. With a new snap, he heard it again, this time accompanied with a sensation of pleasure invading his soul. It felt like he was cumming with every sound pronounced by this voice. Julian tried to move but he couldn’t anymore. He was forced to hang down leaking on his feet as the moves kept getting wider and more intricate. And soon, the sensation and the snapping sounds stopped. Once again, he was left totally bonded and restrained without a clue of what just happened to his cock. Julian felt the restraints around his wrists and ankles starting to let go. He tried to move but he realized he couldn’t anymore. He still had the sensations of his inverted body but he couldn’t move anymore. His soul was now bonded to this new way more muscular body. He tried to scream but only succeeded in releasing more precum around his foreskin. Then, a sensation invaded his body once again. This time it started around his new belly button. His skin darkened, the pale tones of his former self replaced with a deep, sun-kissed tan. The transformation surged through him, spreading warmth and an oppressive, earthy and spicy scent across his body. Thick, dark hair sprouted along his arms turned legs, coating his limbs in a layer of coarse, masculine growth. Julian saw his body hair starting to grow and his skin tan and didn’t understand what was happening to him. Worst, as the sensation invaded him, he felt his new prison starting to chub up. He felt his foreskin starting to roll down his face as for the first time, he clearly saw again the void around him. His sightline kept on getting higher and higher until he was rock hard and forced to look up where his cock used to be, but instead he faced something else. There in place of his cock was now a thick muscular neck topped by a manly perfectly sculpted face of a Latino men. His eyes deep brown, his nose wide and manly, his brows thick and perfectly shaped, his mouth thin, his smile was pearly white. On top of this head, a thick forest of dark wavy hair was shining naturally. Above his upper lip, a thick mustache of a dark hair was positioned and a goatee was finishing to sprout around his manly chin. Julian wanted to scream in terror as he realized his cock was now a face. The changes kept on assaulting his body as his armpits prickled with new density, his chest finished to expend and grew broad and sculpted, a fine dusting of dark curls forming over his pecs. The overwhelming heat mixed with an undeniable, musky presence, clinging to him, defining him.

Julian wanted to scream as the changed finalized around his new body but he had no control anymore, he was a passenger now as he felt the treasure trail of hair grow under his new shaft, tingling him just enough to send shivers of pleasure in his new body. And there without him being to control himself, he felt his new body start to spasm harder and harder. He tried to suppress this sensation invading his core but he couldn’t and out of nowhere, he felt like throwing up, except only thick white sperm came out of his mouth to run down his sensitive veiny dick body and dry out in what used to be his hair turned pubes. Julian was still spasming blank when he felt static swallowing his body once again. For a brief moment, he thought he was freed from this nightmare and he’ll be able to find a way to get help from someone. But his release was brief when instead of seeing the warm sunrise light, he felt fabric materialized against his skin, snug and shimmering, clinging in all the wrong ways. A sheer blue sequin shirt draped over his chest, barely concealing the definition beneath. The matching pants, equally tight and revealing, formed around his lower half, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was no underwear. Just a thin layer of material between him and the world. His feet, his new, foreign feet, slipped into polished leather shoes, shining under the invisible light of his prison. The bonds that had held him vanished, yet Julian remained frozen.

His body was no longer his to command. He tried to move once again, to twitch even a finger, no, a toe. But nothing responded. He was locked inside himself, a prisoner in this alien, unfamiliar body. “SILENCE. MOtoR, AC, AC, AC… AcTIoN!”

Julian heard echoing around him as he was trapped in darkness under the newly materialized pants around his cockhead. He recognized that voice, it was … the host!

Julian’s nightmare deepened into something far worse than he had ever imagined. His body moved, but not by his own will. Each motion was exaggerated, unnatural, as if he were a marionette in the hands of some unseen puppeteer. His arms, no, his legs, swung with a confidence that did not belong to him, his feet stomping onto the floor with purpose, each step sending a jarring shockwave through his stolen frame. But everything was wrong. Twisted. Inverted. His hands, now transformed into grotesque, unfamiliar manly and musky feet, twitched feebly, confined in their leather prison of shoes, squeezed uncomfortably into a shape they were never meant to take. They ached, every nerve firing off protests at their cruel new function, forced to support the entire weight of a body that no longer felt like his own. The unnatural sensation sent waves of nausea crashing through him, a torment that only grew worse with every movement.

For Julian, it felt like a perpetual handstand, a sickening reversal of everything he had ever known. His balance teetered on the edge of disaster, as though at any moment, the foreign frame he was trapped in would collapse under the unnatural shift of gravity. He felt his muscles adjust in sickening positions. Julian tried once again to assert back dominance of his body but he couldn’t control anything, forced to hang against his hairy shaft and leaking on what used to be his left biceps as his pubes were baking in manly Latino musk. For him, it was an endless torment, each forced motion pulling him further from his own identity, further from everything that made him who he was. His mind screamed against the horror, but there was no escape, no way to fight back against the sick joke reality had become.

Then, out of nowhere, Julian tried once again to find power to control his body and he realized that he was starting to gain back control in his right hand. A toe spasming, a finger moving. With some time, he could break free and he would…

“¡Ay, senorita! Looks like you are way too guapa to be alone, ¿verdad?” The deep, confident voice rolled out like a song with a thick Spanish accent. It was playful and filled with a swagger that made Julian’s very being convulse in horror. It felt like something was exploding inside him, unbearable jolts of sensation surging through his trapped consciousness. For Julian it was too much. With every word, it felt like he was having the best orgasm of his life. In the blink of an eye, he lost his will and felt himself leaking abundantly on his hairy calve. Julian couldn’t think anymore, and when he came back to himself, he realized he couldn’t feel his body anymore. He tried to move his hands but couldn’t feel them at all. I was like a connection had been lost. He screamed again mentally one more time, pleading and begging to wake up from this nightmare but instead, all he heard was the host’s voice talking directly to him. “Don’t, don’t, don… don’t worry Julian. You are taken care. No more massssssssks to wear. You can be your true se…lf and what everybody is expecting from yooooouuuuu…uuu!” As the voice died into static noise, Julian couldn’t focus anymore. Every time he heard the words coming out of this Latino lover mouth, it felt so good and he was leaking precum abundantly. “Please, I don’t want to… keep doing … this. So … good” So good? He realized what he just thought and was distressed as he realized he didn’t even try to move anymore. He was just standing there. His sensitive cock head scratching on the hairy thighs with every step and precumming with every word spoken. “Please, I can’t do this anymore. Please Mas…” Julian was cut by a new voice. This time something deep and sensual, something he already heard before. “Cono! You really are horny today, Junior!” as the sentence ended, he felt a feeling of proudness invade his body as he felt seen for the first time ever. But as the calloused hand grabbed him through the pant to adjust him, Julian came back to himself. “What the fuck?!” he suddenly realized that for a brief moment, he forgot everything. His struggles, his life, his friends. Everything. Worst, he didn’t even care. “No, no, no, no, no!!!” he pleaded mentally one more time as more precum leaked from his tip “You don’t understand, if I stay like that longer I will…” Once more, Julian was cut through his train of thoughts as Fernando talked to him directly in thoughts. “Listen Junior, we have one more scene to shoot and then I promise to take care of you all night long!” As he finished this sentence, Julian felt a pressure rising in him and felt ecstatic. Suddenly he couldn’t control himself anymore as he started to spasms as pictures of his new body flashed in his head. Pictures of him naked, his master’s hands gripping him, getting edged for hours, being sucked and plowing holes, any holes. With the pictures implanting in his head, the feelings came back flooding in him and suddenly he realized he didn’t want to fight his master, he was here to serve him, and he was his favorite toy to play with. Julian stopped fighting as a new pearl of precum licked from the tip of the uncut Latino cock, this time, it was a thicker one as it contained Julian’s humanity. It fell down the legs, following the already precum path well traced by Julian’s mental fight and ended on drying on Fernando’s hairy legs, forever assimilated by his new master.

Fernando felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders as he adjusted one last time, feeling his cock finally stopped spasming. He took a breath as he was called back for his scene. “¡Hermanita! ¡Déjame decirte algo! No hay mujer en el mundo que pueda resistir mi encanto, ¿me entiendes?” His voice was cocky, flirtatious, dripping with an exaggerated bravado that made Julian sick. He was performing. Acting. Playing a role in something he didn’t understand but couldn’t escape. The world around him felt alive, vibrant, but utterly fake. Julian, or rather Fernando Junior, stood there asleep in pleasure as he was waiting for Fernando’s manly and oh so smooth hands to finish his day and finally take care of him. Maybe if he was kind enough, he’ll be able to play with a wet toy until he can’t hold anymore.

At the Grand Solis Hotel, Julian’s friends were finally done exploring the place and decided to climb upstairs to join Julian on the roof for one last beer before the start of university. As they reached the last floor, Jackson saw the double doored entrance of the suit and called for Julian, but no one answered. When they were about to leave, he heard a static noise followed by someone talking. Him and the others started to walk only to see an old retro tv turned on and glitching between statics and an old prerecorded telenovela from the 80’s. A handsome young man, dressed in dazzling sequins, his dark curls framing a cocky smirk. He moved with confidence, his chest puffed out, his eyes twinkling with charm as he leaned against the salon’s counter, winking at a passing woman and adjusting his thick cock under his pants. As the men adjusted, Fernando Junior saw a window appear in front of him. He saw a weird looking dusty room. It vaguely remembered him something but he couldn’t truly understand where. Then he saw some men appear in the window too. For a moment Junior felt like it was something important, but just when he was about to remember the face of one of the young men, Fernando grabbed him adjusted himself before putting a hand through his hairy pubes and scratching it then smelling it with a cocky smile. The smell sent pheromones directly into his blood stream and Junior was once again assaulted by the hormones as he chubbed up a bit thinking about the night that was about to happen for him. “¡Hola guapa! ¿Te gustaría venir a divertirte aquí con Fernando Junior?,” Fernando declared, grinning wide as he kept on adjusting his leaking cock through his pants.

Jackson and the others busted in laugh as they took the remote to turn the tv off before walking back to the stairs.

Inside the screen, Julian was no more, only Fernando Junior remained, screamed in anticipation and pleasure. But no sound came out, only beads of precum licking permanently through his tip and soaking into his favorite blue sequin pants. Junior was so lucky to have such a hot master…

As the TV turned off, a new glyph appeared on the back of the tv, just above one of a star, this one looked like a football. Both of them glowed in red as the tv turned back on one last time before shutting off, waiting for his next participant.

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Josh couldn't hide his excitement as he approached the sleek, futuristic pod in the center of the room. The Sensius VR system had been marketed as the next generation of immersive technology, promising experiences so vivid they would blur the lines between reality and simulation. So, when Nathan won the contest to be part of the trial to test the system and proposed to him, his twin Ethan and their friends Brad, this was one in a million chance for all of them.

The staff had been friendly but cryptic, emphasizing the importance of following the instructions. "Just relax," one of the technicians had said, smiling as they directed Josh toward the pod. "This will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before."

Josh climbed into the pod, marveling at the high-tech interior. The seat was surprisingly comfortable, conforming to his body as he leaned back. Panels of soft, glowing lights lined the walls, giving the space an otherworldly ambiance. A calm, automated voice greeted him.

"Welcome to the Sensius VR system. Please relax and prepare for initiation."

Josh grinned. He couldn’t wait to see what the system had in store. The glass-like lid of the pod began to close, sealing him inside with a quiet hiss. For a moment, he felt a thrill of anticipation. This was the cutting-edge of technology, and he was part of something groundbreaking.

But as the lid clicked into place, a faint wave of unease crept over him. The pod’s interior lights shifted from soft blue to a pulsating red, and the calming voice returned, now with a clinical undertone.

"INITIATING BODY SCAN. PLEASE REMAIN STILL."

Before Josh could respond, beams of light crisscrossed his body, creating a faint tingling sensation on his skin. The beams scanned him from head to toe, lingering on specific areas as though analyzing him in detail. He chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the growing sense of unease.

"Uh, okay. That’s a little intense," he muttered, trying to keep his calm while retaining his jock and dominant personality while watching the beams dance over his whole body.

The sensation intensified, the tingling becoming sharp and uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, and suddenly; mechanical arms emerged from hidden compartments in the walls of the pod. The metallic limbs moved with unsettling precision, clamping onto his wrists and ankles.

"Hey, what’s going on?" Josh asked, his voice wavering. He tried to pull his arms free, but the restraints tightened, holding him firmly in place. Panic started to set in as he realized he couldn’t move anymore.

"RESTRAINTS ARE NECESSARY FOR THE CALIBRATION PROCESS. PLEASE REMAIN CALM."

Josh’s breathing quickened. "Calibration? What calibration? This wasn’t part of the demo! Let me out!" he started to scream out loud in his deep voice.

The pod ignored his protests. A new beam of light appeared above him, this one far more intense than the previous scans. It swept down his body in slow, deliberate movements. Josh flinched as the light passed over his chest, feeling an odd warmth that made his skin crawl.

Then, with a sudden jolt, his clothes began to disintegrate. It started at the edges of his sleeves, where the fabric seemed to dissolve into thin air. Threads unraveled and vanished, leaving his muscled arms bare. The process spread rapidly, consuming his shirt and pants as if they were being eaten away by invisible flames.

"What the hell is this?" Josh yelled, struggling against the cuffs. The cool air of the pod brushed against his exposed skin, sending shivers down his spine. Within moments, he was completely naked, his muscled body exposed and vulnerable.

"CLOTHING REMOVAL COMPLETE. BEGINNING DETAILED ANALYSIS."

The beams of light returned, now focusing on specific parts of his body with unsettling precision. Josh felt a sharp, prickling sensation as they traced the contours of his chest, arms, and legs. Every muscle and bone seemed to be scrutinized, the beams lingering on areas as though they were being mapped out.

"Stop this! Let me out!" Josh shouted, his voice cracking. He thrashed against the restraints, but the mechanical arms held him firmly in place.

The voice remained calm and unyielding.

"PLEASE REMAIN STILL. THE PROCESS CANNOT BE INTERRUPTED."

As the beams reached his lower body, Josh’s panic deepened. The light hovered over his hips and thighs before scanning his dick and balls, the warmth intensifying until it became almost unbearable. The beams kept on scanning and flashing lights as his whole body was being analyzed. "Please, stop this!" he begged, his voice hoarse. "I don’t want to do this anymore!"

The AI’s response was devoid of emotion.

“SCAN COMPLETE. INITIALIZING TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOL.”

Josh still begging and trying to get free took a break when he heard what the AI just said. “Transformation? What the fuck is that?” It sent a shiver down his spine. He had no idea what was about to happen, but the fear gnawed at him, making his heart race. The air inside the pod grew heavy, and a faint humming sound filled the space. He felt a strange tingling sensation of anticipation and fear starting to crawl over his skin.

“BEGINNING BONE RESTRUCTURING.”

Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain exploded through Josh’s entire body, starting deep in his bones. It felt like they were being shattered from the inside out. He screamed, a raw, guttural sound as his spine contorted, each vertebra snapping and cracking into a new position. His back arched violently against the restraints, his head slamming back against the metal surface as the agony overwhelmed him.

He could feel his legs stretching, the bones lengthening and reshaping as the bonds were still holding him in place while adjusting automatically to the new proportions his body was taking. His femurs cracked and grew, sending shocks of pain up through his hips. The sensation was unbearable, like hot needles piercing his marrow. His feet twitched uncontrollably as they elongated, the arches curving higher, the toes becoming more defined. He felt the skin on his heels hardening, thick callouses forming as if he had spent years running barefoot.

“Ahhh! Please, stop!” Josh begged, tears streaming down his face, but the AI continued its work, indifferent to his suffering.

“ADJUSTING SKELETAL STRUCTURE. EXPANDING FRAME.”

His shoulders were next, dislocating with a sickening pop. Josh howled as his clavicles snapped and widened, forcing his chest to expand. He could feel his ribcage creaking, each rib shifting painfully into a broader, more defined shape. His arms were pulled taut, the bones stretching, his forearms elongating as his hands were forced into a more powerful, athletic form.

His fingers twitched as the bones thickened, becoming longer and more tapered. The nails hardened and elongated into claws before retracting back into human ones, the tips becoming square and blunt. He could feel the skin on his palms roughening, thick callouses forming, as though he had spent years gripping weights.

“INCREASING MUSCLE MASS.”

The pain shifted from his bones to his muscles. It started as a deep, throbbing ache, but quickly escalated to a tearing, burning sensation. He felt his biceps swell, the muscle fibers tearing apart before knitting back together, stronger and thicker than before. His triceps bulged, the skin stretching painfully tight over the newly formed muscles.

His pecs were next, the muscles expanding outward, filling with new mass. He could feel the skin on his chest pulling taut, the nipples shifting position as his pecs became broader and more defined. His abs clenched involuntarily, each muscle block carving itself out, forming a hard, chiseled six-pack. The sensation was like being punched repeatedly in the stomach, but he couldn’t move to curl up or protect himself.

His thighs burned as the muscles thickened, quads bulging outward, pressing against the sides of the pod. His calves swelled, the defined muscles forming a perfect curve. He could feel his hamstrings tightening, pulling his legs taut as if he were flexing, even though he couldn’t move.

“ENHANCING SKIN AND TISSUE. APPLYING OPTIMAL PIGMENTATION.”

Josh’s skin began to itch, then burn, as if it were being peeled away and replaced. He watched in horror as his pale, freckled complexion darkened. It was like a wave of warmth spreading over his body, turning his skin a golden bronze. He could see tiny beads of sweat forming, the scent of musk filling the pod, strong and masculine.

Brown hair sprouted across his chest, spreading down in a light trail over his abs and gathering thickly around his groin. He could feel the coarse, wiry hairs prickling as they grew, the sensation almost unbearable against his raw, sensitive skin. Josh hated having hair on his body and he loved the sensation of being hairless. He never skipped a day without shaving and made sure his pubes were hairless all the time. The sensation of his pubes growing thicker and denser was a nightmare for him. His legs were next, the hair growing denser, covering his shins and calves with a dark, rugged coat. Then the sensation moves to his armpits where he felt the hair sprouting and tingling his biceps and ribs. Josh then stated to smell a thick pungent manly scent, something earthy and musky. He tilted his head only to realize it was coming from his own pits.

“TRANSFORMING FACIAL FEATURES.”

Out of nowhere, Josh felt like invisible hands grabbed his head and forced it back. He tried to move but he couldn’t. His neck was locked in place and the only thing he could move was his eyes and mouth to scream for this nightmare to stop. In the middle of a scream, his jaw locked, then cracked as it was reshaped, becoming sharper, more angular. His cheekbones lifted, the little fat he still had beneath his skin melted away to reveal a more defined structure. His nose reshaped itself, becoming smaller and straighter.

His lips thinned slightly, and his eyebrows darkened, becoming thicker and more defined. He felt his scalp tingle as his hair was altered, the strands becoming softer yet thicker, styled into a messy, tousled look. Tears were rolling on Josh’s cheek before dying in his growing beard as he kept on screaming in pain and fear when suddenly no sounds were able to get out. It felt like his vocal cords were being ripped apart before reforming and attaching in a different configuration. Josh’s voice came back but it was different, more rugged, manlier, deeper. As Josh was able to talk again, a faint taste of blood invaded his mouth before disappearing quickly, but this time when he tried to scream, it came out in a deep, raspy moan, completely unfamiliar to his own ears. Josh tried again but the voice didn’t change. His eyes opened in surprise and incomprehension as he calmed down a bit to analyze and realize what just happened. The sensation started to slow down all over his body and for a brief moment, Josh thought this was all over, but unbeknown to him, the changes were still going on. Josh vision blurred out a bit before returning to normal as tears were still running down his cheeks. He thought his blurry vision was because of that, but in reality, his eyes were changing and adjusting. His eyes flashed a bright gold color before changing back to human ones, except they were not blue anymore, they were hazel now. Josh’s breathing was starting to calm down and he could finally start to think properly without this constant pain all over his transforming body. “Please let me go, I didn’t ask for this, I just wanted to pl…” His sentence was cut short as the AI resumed its protocols.

“MODIFYING PELVIC REGION.” “NO STOP! Plea… AAAAAHHHHHHH” screamed Josh as the transformations resumed. His hips felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, the bones grinding against each other as they narrowed, giving him a more general V body shape. His pelvis shifted, aligning with his new, athletic frame. He could feel the muscles in his groin tightening, the sensation both painful and strangely arousing.

The hair around his pubic area already previously thickened, became darker and curlier before retracting a bit in his skin, giving him a permanent carpet of groomed pubes. He could feel the coarse curls brushing against his thighs, the sensation sending shivers up his spine. His cock twitched, the skin stretching as it grew longer and thicker, the veins standing out prominently against the taut flesh. His balls ached as they swelled, becoming larger and heavier, the skin tightening around them.

It felt like his entire groin was on fire, a throbbing, pulsing heat that made him gasp and moan involuntarily. He could feel every inch of his new anatomy, the weight of his cock pressing heavily against his thigh, the sensation overwhelming. Josh tilted his head to see what happened only to realize that his cock had grew. A smile appeared on his newly changed face as a feeling of proudness invaded him.

“Damn, now that’s a dick!” he thought out loud “worth having such pubes if I can keep this monster down there.”

“TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOLES COMPLETED.”

Josh exhaled out of satisfaction. It was over. The happiness of finding a new enhanced cock left place to a rising anger because of what was forced on him. His body and new muscles twitching involuntarily, his skin glistening with sweat. He could feel the changes settling in, every part of him altered and enhanced. He didn’t recognize himself anymore. He was a stranger in his own body, and the fear and anger gripped him tighter than ever as his new manly and musky scent invaded the pod, he was still locked in.

“TARGET FORM COMPLETED: LIAM DUNBAR.”

Josh’s eyes widened in shock as the realization hit him. The AI had transformed him into someone else entirely, Liam Dunbar, a character he recognized from a teenager TV show that used to be on the TV a couple of years ago. He was left panting, his chest heaving as he tried to come to terms with what had been done to him.

He was no longer himself. He was trapped in the body of someone else, not even a real person but a character played by an actor in a poorly written show he wasn’t a fan of. Anger kept on rising as his muscled started to bulge with testosterone. “You better explain what you did to me and turn me back to my original self! I’m gonna sure you! You hear me? YOU ARE DONE!” he exploded in rage, but no one answered. Instead, the AI’s voice echoed inside the pod, devoid of any empathy or concern.

“BODY TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE. PREPARING FOR DIGITIZATION.” “Digitization?! What is that now? Haven’t you played enough?!”

Josh kept on screaming for someone to free him, not realizing that the new phase was about to begin.

“INITIATING DIGITIZATION PROCESS.”

The pod started to hum again as the red light in the pod flickered before settling in a bright neon blue engulfing his whole naked form and baking him in a warm hug. Josh’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but no words came out. His jaw clenched shut as the AI took control of his newly formed body. He could feel a wave of electricity surge through his veins, a tingling sensation spreading across his skin like thousands of tiny needles.

“SYNCHRONIZING NEURAL NETWORKS.”

The pressure in his head was unbearable. It felt as if his skull were being split open from the inside. He screamed silently, his voice trapped in his mind, unable to escape as his consciousness was forcibly synced with the digital systems of the pod. His thoughts became jumbled, fragmented, as if parts of his brain were being overwritten by something foreign.

His vision blurred, then went black. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move. He was suspended in a void, only able to feel the pulsing rhythm of his new heart, the steady rise and fall of his chest as his body breathed without his command. Then after a couple of agonizing senseless seconds in the void, light started to appear again and shaped started to form in front of him. Josh was no longer in the pod but instead in what looked like a locker room. His head turned left and right as the benches and lockers finished to materialize in transparent square before taking their final palpable shapes. Musk invaded his nose as the sensation started to come back to him little by little. Josh could move on his own again and was free of his movements, the restraints were gone, but he was in a place he didn’t recognize anymore, and worst, he still was trapped inside the body of this Liam something. Josh started to walk a bit and finally found a mirror where he could see his reflection for the first time. Josh didn’t even realize it but he was dressed. A light grey shirt, a tight-fitting pair of jeans, a pair of leather boots and a black leather jacket were now put on his muscled body. His eyes lighted in golden hue one more time before taking back his new icy blue color.

“ANALYZING PARTICIPANTS PARAMETERS… ANALYZE DONE. ALPHA PLAYERS ALREADY COMPLETED. ADJUSTING PARAMETERS.”

The words filled Josh with a new kind of dread. Suddenly, his body froze in front of the mirror. Josh tried to move but he couldn’t anymore, it was like he was back and restrained in the pod, except this time, he was not in the pod anymore, he was frozen in place. He didn’t understand what the AI was doing, but he could feel it inside his head, probing his thoughts, analyzing his deepest fears and desires. He tried to push back, to resist, but it was like hitting a brick wall. His mind was no longer his own; it was being dissected and reprogrammed.

“MODIFYING PARAMETERS... DECREASING ASSERTIVENESS.”

Josh felt a sharp, cold sensation deep in his chest. It was like an icy hand gripping his heart and squeezing, draining the strength from his body. Josh would have screamed if he could. There in front of him, he saw his muscles, which had been swollen and firm just moments before, began to soften and shrink. He felt the power leave his arms, his biceps deflating like balloons, the definition in his forearms fading away. The sensation was not painful this time, but more disturbing and alien.

His chest, once broad and strong, lost its bulk. His pecs became flatter, less defined, the tight skin loosening as the muscle mass was stripped away. His abs softened, the hard ridges smoothing out, leaving only a faint outline of what had once been a chiseled six-pack.

Josh could feel his height diminishing, his bones compressing as he lost inches. He felt small, insignificant, as his frame regressed. His legs, which had been thick and powerful, became slender and less imposing. His thighs no longer bulged against the fabric of his shorts, and his calves lost their curve, becoming lean and less defined.

He tried to flex, to regain control, but his body didn’t respond. It was like being trapped inside a suit he couldn’t remove, forced to watch as it changed shape against his will.

“REMOVING BODY HAIR. REDUCING TESTOSTERONE LEVELS.”

A tingling sensation spread across his skin. The coarse hair that had grown thick on his chest and stomach began to fall away, vanishing into thin air. His legs and arms, once covered in dark hair, were now smooth and bare. Even the trail of hair leading from his navel down to his groin disappeared, leaving his skin hairless and baby-soft. His hair started to grow longer and thicker, giving to his regressing face a fragile aspect.

Josh felt a deep, aching emptiness in his groin. His testicles, which had felt heavy and full seconds ago, seemed to shrink. He could feel them retracting closer to his body, the skin tightening, as if they were being drained of their potency. His cock, which had hung thick and swollen, began to soften and shrink as well, becoming smaller and less intimidating.

The musk that had clung to his body, a raw, masculine scent, faded away. He felt clean, almost sterile, like all the sweat and pheromones had been scrubbed from his pores. He tried to breathe deeply, to fill his lungs with the familiar scent of his own body, but there was nothing there. It was as if the AI had washed away every trace of his masculinity. Josh was left standing there, once again his body modified against his will as new clothes started to shimmer into existence on his smaller body. The jacket merged with the shirt before turning into a blue shirt with red stitching. His rugged jeans grew smaller and smaller until they were now a pair of red Lacrosse sport shorts hugging his thicker ass perfectly. Josh felt a foreign sensation around his smaller cock as a white jockstrap shimmered into existence, encasing his smaller penis. The boots around his feet totally disappearing to let his naked foots on the cold tiled ground.

“SUBMISSION PROTOCOL ACTIVATED. BEHAVIORAL ADJUSTMENTS IN PROGRESS.”

Josh’s mind reeled as he felt a wave of submissive thoughts flood his consciousness. He wanted to fight back, to resist, but the desire to obey, to yield, was overpowering. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t move, his body didn’t want to move unless he was told. He felt an intense need to please, to follow orders without question.

His body responded automatically as the invisible restraints released, his limbs moving with a fluid, obedient grace. He found himself standing in the center of a dimly lit locker room. He was dressed only in a tight jockstrap that cupped his now smaller package, a pair of short lacrosse shorts that clung to his hips, and a snug, long-sleeved dark blue T-shirt that emphasized his leaner, softer form. He was barefoot, his toes curling against the cold tile floor.

Josh felt exposed, vulnerable, but he couldn’t even bring himself to cover up. His body didn’t belong to him anymore, it was a puppet, and he was just a passenger.

“Welcome to the Teen Wolf Gay Fantasy VR experience. You are now an integral part of the interactive environment. Enjoy this brand-new experience from the Sensius Studios. Have a good time!”

He took a shaky breath, trying to make sense of his surroundings, when the door swung open. He turned instinctively, and his heart sank as Scott walked in. He was wearing a tight black tank top, his muscles bulging, his frame towering over Josh’s diminished form. Scott’s presence filled the room, oozing confidence and dominance as his manly musk started to invade Josh’s nostrils. Josh felt his body starting to heat up in anticipation as he felt it craving for the men in front of him. “No stop! I’m not gay!” Josh screamed in his mind but no sound came out of his mouth. He was a passenger in this gay submissive body and there was nothing he could do. He felt his small dick starting to chub up against his will as his hole twitch a couple of times. His nipples got hard as he could smell the musk of the alpha getting closer and closer to him.

“Liam,” Scott said, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Just the person I was looking for…”

Josh tried to respond, but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. Instead, he found himself lowering his gaze, unable to meet Scott’s eyes. He felt a blush creep up his neck, his body reacting instinctively to the alpha presence before him.

Scott stepped closer, towering over him. He reached out and cupped Josh’s face with one hand, tilting his chin up. “You look different, beta,” Scott taunted, smirking as he traced his thumb over Josh’s lower lip. “Did you miss your alpha? Don’t worry, I’m here now…”

Josh screamed in his head as he felt the rugged thumb of Scott against his lower lip, but worst he felt his body heat even more as he could feel saliva starting to pour in his mouth and a craving to taste Scott’s cock. This was not him, this had to stop.

Josh’s breath hitched as he felt a wave of submission wash over him. He wanted to fight, to push Scott away, but his body wouldn’t respond. Instead, he felt a rush of arousal, his cock twitching in the tight confines of his jockstrap.

Scott’s smirk widened as he noticed. He slid his hand down Josh’s chest, pausing to pinch one of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Josh gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.

“You’re already leaking,” Scott observed, his voice dripping with mockery. He pressed his hand against the bulge in Josh’s jockstrap, feeling the wet spot that had formed. “Pathetic.”

Josh whimpered, a mix of humiliation and helpless arousal coursing through him. He felt his cock twitch, precum soaking through the fabric. He tried to pull away, but his body remained frozen in place, obeying Scott’s every touch.

Scott leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Josh’s ear. “You’re mine, beta. Now show me you are a good boy for your alpha.”

As he heard the words good boy, Josh felt a chain reaction in his body. His breath came short, his muscles relaxed, and against his will, his hole and cock started to spasm in sync. Josh’s entire body shuddered. His cock throbbed, and he came hands-free, his jockstrap soaking through with his release. He moaned helplessly, his legs trembling as the pleasure overtook him.

Scott pulled back, laughing as he watched the submissive display. “Look at you, cumming just because I told you to,” he sneered. “You’re nothing but a needy little toy now.”

Josh’s face burned with shame, his body sagging in defeat. He could feel the wetness clinging to his skin, the evidence of his own submission. He wanted to disappear, to hide away from the humiliation, but his body wouldn’t move unless Scott commanded it.

“Good boy,” Scott said with a smirk, patting Josh’s cheek as a new orgasm flew out of Josh’s cock. “Now get dressed. We have practice, and I want you looking your best.” Scott said as he turned around to leave “Oh, and keep your wet shorts on, I want everybody to see you belong to me!”

“Yes sir”, answered Liam in a voice full of horniness and contemplation for his master.

As Scott walked away, Josh was left standing there, trembling, his mind reeling from the intense, humiliating experience. This wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t this submissive beta that cum handsfree and following orders from a jock. He was the jock. He was the dominant one, he always had been and will always be, Ethan was the submissive twin, not him. Suddenly he realized that Ethan must have been forced into a pod too and going through a similar experience. Unbeknown to him, Josh was the third of the group to be changed, and Ethan already got digitized and went through the process a couple of hours before him.

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In the dimly street of Beacon Hills, Theo was still enjoying himself and just released a second load out of his engorged cock when he felt his body asjusting his orange opened jacket then putting his jeans back on and starting to walk in the high school direction. Nathan couldn’t understand what was happening or why his body was moving in the high school direction as he still felt his cock spasming and releasing in his pants. He's been trapped in Theo’s masculine and muscular body full of hormones for hours and he spent that time forced to jerk himself off in the street watching his reflection in the car windows in front of him, giving himself a show. His dick was sore but thanks to the chimera ability, his healing was on the top and he had been able to go like that for hours withotu taking breaks between edging sessions and orgasms. Nathan started to walk, his sore cock brushing against his hairy thighs and the wet pants, as he heard a notification and a transparent window appear in front of him with an empty checkbox next to it: “Main Quest: Find Scott and get the game started.”

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Brand new VR headset dropped just in time for holiday sales. It was high end, expensive and came with only a few games, with more on the way, as each game had be rigorously tested before being available on the market.

What made the headset so expensive was the way it allowed you to play each game as it you was inside the game itself. It was simple, you placed a device on your forehead and put the headset on top, the device would trigger and begin sending signals from your brain to the headset. This would be so your character would move how you would move, or if you’re lazy you can do it all by just thinking while you sit back and relax.

There was some speculation about if the signals to and from your brain where dangerous, but after testing, it was approved for sales, and they sold out almost instantly.

There was only a few games available at the time. A racing game where you could physically drive the car, and even crash without being injured. A horror game, where you are locked inside an escape room while monsters try to attack you. And lastly a DnD style game, where you could make your own character and live in this fantasy world, collecting items, doing quests and just living a second life basically.

Due to the technology being so new, the company was working on adding the ability to play online, but they assured people there would be an update that would add it, and that every game had realistic AI NPCs that would ensure a completely perfect experience.  And due to the rigorous testing, there was “no way the games could be broken what so ever.”

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Doug was one was the lucky few to get the new headset the day of release. He saved up all the money he could from his nine to five supermarket job. Spending it all on the big bundle which included; The new VR headset, with brain linking device, a sensory suit to feel what the in game character felt, all available games, and instant internet access when the update became available. It all came to about $4500, but to Doug it was a great investment into something he would use regularly.

Doug loved play DnD and was overall a nerdy guy, and the thought of being able to feel like he was inside a game styled like DnD was all Doug could think about.

He finished his shift and went to pick up his package from the local gaming store that he was a regular at, asking the cashier for his parcel, it was huge, with the logo of the headset company on it ‘Mind-Games’. Everyone was jealous, even the staff member, Stephan, who became a friend of Doug and both played DnD together in the store on the weekly DnD nights.

Stephan was in shock at the size of the package, and how Doug was able to afford the headset, “How did you manage to save enough for this? Isn’t it almost $5000?”

Doug laughed, “I just save most of my money now, I had enough to buy it so I thought I might as well, and with that new DnD game, I know I’m gonna enjoy it.”

“Well Damn!” Stephan passed the parcel over to Doug, Doug struggling to hold it, “I guess we’ll miss you on DnD night if you’re gonna be too busy playing it on that.”

“No… of course I’ll still be here every week, I love seeing you guys all the time, and on this thing I can’t even play with anyone until that update… Anyways this is heavy, I’m gonna get it to my car. See ya Thursday” Doug and Stephan said their goodbyes, and Doug took the Headset home.

The ‘Mind-Games’ box sat on Doug’s bed as he started to unbox it, carefully placing everything inside down, not wanting to damage anything. He connected the Headset, Brain link, and suit together, and then wired the headset to his PC, to ensure it wouldn’t turn off and allowed it to update to the latest version. It didn’t take long, since it was new, but it gave Doug time to get ready to play.

Doug, started to strip off, the suit needed the player to be almost naked to get the full effects of the realistic feeling inside the games. Doug took off his uniform, and sat at his PC waiting for the update to finish.

Doug was a typical skinny nerd. He was in his early 20s, still had some spots, pretty much hairless apart from some little hairs on his chin, and had little to no muscle or fat on him. He was short, only 5 foot tall, with bright blue eyes. And he wasn’t packing much, he was only 4 inches hard, and quite thin. Doug was gay, and always liked that most guys where taller and bigger than him, in DnD always choosing to be a smaller character like in real life.

Finally the update finished, the headset, brain link and suit started to light up. Doug put on the tight suit, it was a thin black body suit with white wiring and pads all over it, to ensure that every part of the body could be stimulated. He zipped it up, and looked in the mirror, he looked stupid but it worked, the sensors began adapting and sending little pulses to Doug to see how he would react and to see the best settings for him automatically.

Then Doug placed the brain link on his head, it was a small ring that sat upon your head with a small white disk that pushed against your forehead. It started to link, and Doug felt a little buzz in his head, nothing painful but it was a little noticeable.

And finally the headset was put on. Doug’s vision turned black for a moment, and the headset started to turn on. A logo of ‘Mind-Games’ appeared, then a screen showed to log in or make an account. Doug make a new one, setting his username, as ‘WarriorCub69’ like he did on everything else. Once that was done, another screen popped up, it showed the 3 available games, and Doug instantly clicked on the DnD game, It was called ‘Wyrm Gilde: VR Edition’.

The game started to load, showing the logo, and once Doug clicked in his mind, another screen to make his character popped up. It was very in-depth. You got to choose many different species, body types, marks and tattoos, and even genitals. It took Doug an hour to perfect his character, as once it was set, you couldn’t change it without resetting to the very start again.

Doug chose to be a small furry bear, brown and ginger fur, with a few ‘battle scars’. He had his same blue eyes, but was quite muscular, it made him look huge since his hight was so small, keeping his five foot hight in the game, and piled on as much muscle as he could before it looked abnormal. Editing the model, he added a few piercings, including nipples, a few on the ears, a large nose ring, and a PA on his cock. And his cock he made huge, he tried to start with his real life size, but it didn’t suit his new Warrior-Cub style, so increased it to eight inches long and about 6 inches thick, with a nice flared head, in a human styled penis.

The clothes he chose where basic warrior gear, and then he continued to start the game, confirming his body’s model, he was then placed inside it, he got to get the hand of moving around using his mind, looking at his bear body from the eyes of it, seeing his muzzle move as he moved his head, he felt the hair all over him, and his cock move as he started to walk, it was weird at first, but after some trial and error, he got the hang of moving just like he did in real life. He walked though the trial area, to a door. It prompted him to confirm his name, he thought for a moment, wanting to come up with a good name for a warrior cub, ‘Relenk The Great’… not his best name, but he just wanted to play the game, with a short ‘Rel’ as a nickname.

Opening the door, Rel was greeted with a large open space, rolling fields filled with grass, trees and farmland, all around him. Looking around he was on the outskirts of a village, filled with a few NPC’s one, a larger bear warrior approached Rel. He was about seven feet tall, and much bigger muscle wise to Rel, with a rather large covering over his cock. And his fur was covered in marks and scars from battle.

“So… You’re finally awake?” The bear said in a sharp deep-toned voice. Rel didn’t speak back, he was still adjusting to being in such a realistic world. “So, you don’t speak today Rel? I thought we was good friends.”

Rel thought for a moment, wanting to stick to character, but it was a bit odd doing it with an NPC. “Hello Friend… Sorry I must have been in a deep slumber… What is your name again?”

“It’s all good Rel.” The Bear came in for a hug, Rel felt it as if it was really happening, even kind of smelling the scent of the bear as if he was a real person, “I can’t believe you’ve forgot who I am, we have been through so many amazing fights and you forget me in your slumber? I am Alenk the Mighty, but you my friend can call me Al” The bear shouted and flexed his muscles as the saying of his name. “And It’s time for a quest, don’t you think Rel?”

Rel stood in a bit of aw, bewildered with how realistic the bear was acting, “Yes… YES! I would love a good quest, it might wake me up a bit.”

“That’s the spirit. I’ve heard there is some loot on a beach not far from here, how about we go check it out?” Al smiled waiting for agreement.

“Let’s go!” Rel said with enthusiasm. Al walked ahead, Rel following, as he could get his bearing and see the Village for its glory. It must have been a village of bears, taking inspiration from the character species your chose at the start, and Al being a sort of guide and friend you start off with to help you get use to the games mechanics.

Walking through the village, Rel saw many different people, as well as warrior bears just like him, but in thousands of different shapes and sizes. Bear-folk living their lives as normal everyday people in the medieval setting. Drinking ale from large stein’s, chewing meat with their hands like warriors would. “Are you hungry?” Al said, “We can get something to eat with out fellow Warriors before we head out, or get something to go.”

Rel looked at the men enjoying their time, “Sure, let’s have some Ale, and something to eat on our way.”

Al grabbed Rel by his arm, leading him though the men to the bar area at the back of the small building. “Two of your finest Ale’s please, and some Chickinary Legs to go”. Rel assumed ‘Chickinary’ was a type of large bird those men where eating. “You’re a little quite today Rel, Are you not looking forward to out adventure?”

Rel was a bit taken back by how Al was acting, it seemed too realistic to be an NPC, It was like he knew Rel was still in shock from the realistic world he is now inside of. “I’m fine, It’s just…” Rel didn’t know if it was a good idea to tell the NPC about the real world, “still waking up”

“That sounds normal I guess” The two bears got their ale and chugged it down, Rel felt as if it was really happening, tasting the ale as if he was really drinking it. The bar tender passed the two men two large Chickinary legs and they began their adventure.

They walked down a path in the distance, Rel could see the ocean and a beach, it must be what Al was talking about. Rel chewed on his meat, and again it felt real, and he could taste the delicious flavours, it was the best food he had eaten in a long time, he even felt full after it. And once he finished, the bone *poofed* into a cloud and disappeared, and some starts popped up, “Regeneration”, “Well-Fed”.

“Oh yeah… I forget we need to get you your stats for the adventure. Here I have some Dice. Let’s roll” Before Rel could respond of Al a screen popped up and he could only watch as the dice rolled and Al talked.

“First your strength, you need a good number if you hope to be as good a warrior as me one day…” The dice rolled, “…16 That’s good, and with some good gear and loot we can surly improve that stat.”

Rel felt as his muscles began to tense, and adjust to his new stat, it felt like he was fresh from a workout.

“Now, your dexterity. This will help with being able to dodge attackers… … 11, not terrible, but could be better… … Your Constitution, you’re a warrior, you wanna be able to eat whatever we can find on our journey don’t you?... … 14, that’s good, you’ll be chowing down on all the meat we can find ‘ay Rel… … Intelligence, Well us warrior’s don’t need much of that, but it’s up to the dice… … 5, Damn, that’s worse than mine…”

Rel felt as if his head was aching, his thoughts slowed down, and he felt as if he was in a sort of dumb drunk haze.

“… Next your Wisdom, let’s hope this is a hit, don’t want to be dumb and unable to deduce if something is good or not… … 7, well, you might wanna double check things from now on, you don’t want to accidentally pick up a cursed item… … And lastly, Charisma, Mine is my highest stat, but you already could tell from my handsome face… … 12, not bad kid, it’s not 20 but it’s something.”

The menu closed, and Rel’s stats popped up on screen, in Rel’s vision, He felt slow, and dumb, but in real life, like the in game stats where affecting him for real. He pulled the headset off for a moment, and he returned to normal. He thought it must have been a way to make the game more realistic, and it did feel good being dumb for once. So he put it back on, and the game continued.

“Those are some mighty stats for a Warrior, let’s hope we can get some good gear to strengthen you even more.”

The bear’s walked down the path, onto the beach, there was a chest surrounded by some ghoulish monsters. “HERE!” Al shouted, passing a broken old sword to Rel.

Rel picked it up and a tutorial popped up, explaining how to attack and dodge, he had to do it through moving or thinking his next move, and his stats would determine weather or not it would happen.

He swung the sword a few times and dodged a few attacks. But eventually got hit. The claw of the monster felt real, as if it really cut Rel’s arm. But Al came to the rescue, finishing off the last beast.

“Not bad kid, I can see you still have your warrior skills. Let’s see what treasure these beasts where hiding.” Al walked to the chest waiting for Rel to open it.

Rel walked up holding his arm seeing it bleeding slightly. But opened the chest, and some items popped out. A Chest plate, some metal cuffs, some boots, leggings, and a gold necklace with a blessing enchantment, that healed any de-buff but only worked once.

“That’s some great loot Rel, take it, you deserve it!” Al shouted.

Rel put them all on, his bleeding instantly stopped, and the necklace was turned into a regular golden necklace. He put on his Armor, and his stats shifted a little. He gained some luck a stat that always started at zero, and health. And some experience for his first quest, helping him reach level 2, allowing him to put another point to a stat.

Rel thought for a moment, he wondered what would help him more as a role of a warrior, but with his dumb feeling, he could only want to put it to strength. So, he did, feeling his muscles grow a little, and pulse as he did.

“Oh… it looks like it’s getting dark, we should set up camp here” Al said in a NPC kind of way. The two getting wood for a fire, and Al putting a blanket down for the two to sleep on, way too small for two people.

Al took off his Armor, and only left on his loin cloth that left nothing to the imagination, getting comfy on the blanket, “Are you going to join me?” Al said, “Come on, we’ve spend adventures much closer than this”.

Rel, stripped down to his loin cloth, also leaving nothing to the imagination. He got in cloth to Al, and put his back to Al’s front, his bulge poking directing into Rel’s ass. Al wrapped his arms around Rel, to keep him warm. “We’ve got many more adventures to go on, it’s time to get some rest.” Al said as he started to go to sleep, Rel was in a horny trance, feeling the huge man hug him in such an intimate way. Feeling every part of him. Rel even noticed he could smell Al’s sweat, it was musky and strong, but it was nice. The smell of a real warrior bear. Rel drifted off, forgetting this wasn’t real, and was awoken by an alarm ringing, but not in the game, outside, it was time for work he was playing for so long it was the next morning, and it was time to go to work. Doug pulled the headset off and it automatically saved his progress and got ready for work.

At work, all Doug could think about was playing the game, and being so close to Al, and being Rel. He kept getting hard thinking about how good it would feel to be in his arms again. But then realised he had to keep packing the shelves and serving customers.

Hours passed as he daydreamed and the moment he got home, he suited up and hopped back into the game. He was exactly where he was before he left, in the arms of Al. But the sun was coming up. Rel got up carefully to not awake Al, and attempted to get dressed, unaware Al was watching him the whole time, with a smiling grin, and his loin cloth moved to the side. It exposed his obviously large size, It was mighty thick, as a hint to his name of ‘Alenk the Mighty’, and as long as a horse, with a nice wide pink head. His balls hung low and his nuts where the size of massive coconuts. It was like a monster, but Rel couldn’t take his eyes off it.

“Like what you see?” Al spoke in a flirtatious voice, it cause Rel to blush a little, “It’s ok, I’m the largest in the ‘downstairs department’ compared to most bears, I’m the biggest warrior in the village… In every way. You can look, Most do”.

Rel kept blushing as he got dressed, filled with a little embarrassment. Rel liked Al, but he was just an NPC, even though he acted so, real. Al stood up, readjusting his loincloth and started to dress in his armour, knowing Rel liked the view, he made sure to flex and pose as he dressed himself, occasionally winking and giving a knowing glance at Rel.

“What’s the plan now? What is our next quest?” Rel said, trying to change the subject and stop his dick from hardening under his armour.

“hmmm…” Al hummed, “What do you want to do? We can go back to the village and find more quests there, or go adventuring. We can do what you want” Al smiled in a friendly caring way.

“Let’s…” Rel thought for a moment, wanting to spend more time with Al, “Let’s go on an adventure, let’s go through the fields and see where it leads us”

The two journeyed, for a long while, making their way through the wild vast fields, fighting monsters on the way, they came across a city, it was much larger than the village that Rel spawned in.

“This is the Commune City, they say it’s a city but it’s mostly a place where people come and… well, you’ll soon find out” Al spoke, before cutting himself off. They wandered through for only a moment, then Rel noticed that everyone was completely naked. Looking at the buildings, their was paintings of naked men on every building. Rel looked at Al for answers, “Well… This is a city for guys to be themselves. I’ve been here a few times, Guys come here from all over all with the plan of enjoying each other’s… company. Do you want to hang around or head straight through?”

Rel looked around, he saw so many different types of people, Horses, Wolves, Humans, all just hanging out in the nude. Rel didn’t know what to say, he just looked on for a moment. But noticing his continued horniness, and the dumb state his character was in, Rel thought with his dick. “Let’s stick around for a bit, do you know a place with… the hottest guys?”

Al smiled, “Of course I do!” Al lead Rel to the centre of the city, to a large building covered in murals of guys in kinky gear doing all sorts of sexual things to one another. “This is the place, The best place to get your rocks off. There is a rule though, you have to be naked at all times, is that ok?”

Rel looked at the photos, and the men coming in and out. They where really hot, and the thought of being able to fuck in this VR world, was turning him on a lot. “That’s fine with me”.

The two headed inside, they were greeted with a older wolf, who gave them a ticket and a key to a locker to put away all of their belongings before entering. It was a requirement that all items where placed inside the lockers, everything. Rel and Al undressed, Al continuing to show off his assets to the onlookers in the changing room and to Rel, while Rel undressed and tried his best to keep his dick soft.

Al lead Rel to the door to the main room, inside was like a bar, but had men naked everywhere, some fucking on the sofa’s, some on the bar. Others talking while they had other men on their hands and knees in some kind of glowing purple gear. Rel was amazed, it was just like a real sex club, but this one was so much better, the men where mostly all Rel’s type, making it hard to keep his dick soft.

“So what type of guy do you want? Wanna fuck a regular dude vanilla style? Or want something kinky… like that” Al pointed towards the wolf in the glowing purple gear, at a closer look, the dogs eyes where glowing purple, and he was panting like a real dog, “That’s what we call, cursed gear. Once you put it on, it can only be removed by the person who put it on you. That pup is Domina, his owner has had him in that gear for years. The collar gives -60 points to intelligence and +40 to Lust. But that device around the pups dick controls his orgasms, and prevents him from getting hard. They offer free cursed gear to use while you’re here if you want to try some, I promise I’ll take it of before we leave” Al winks. Rel looked a bit confused, what would happen if he put it on, he thought to himself. But ultimately refused.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.” Rel smiled, “Do they just have a place to fuck and dump a load? I don’t really wanna chat with people, I just need to cum” Rel laughed, and Al did also.

“Of course, Come with me” Al walked through to a room, it was a small hallway, with 5 men on either side, bound. You couldn’t see their faces, all you could see was their lower half poking through the wall, some held with their legs in the air locked to the wall, others with them held down, still bound to the wall. It was a place men could come in and dump a load anonymously, in any hole they think is hottest.

Al walked to the end, “This is my regular, See my name is still etched into the wall” Al pointed, he calved his whole name into the wooden wall, “This sexy piece of ass, I call it ‘Bitch’, He’s been useful on my adventures, a great way to let off steam, and he takes my big dick like a champ.” Al smacked the ass of the small grey thin wolf. “Choose one that suits you, and fuck it”

Rel looked around, the guys where sexy, at least the parts you could see. He ended up directly next to Al, seeing a sexy horse bound next to Al’s bitch. It’s hole was a perfect black doughnut ring, it’s tail held up and bound to the wall, with a purple glowing ring, it’s cuffs on it’s ankles also glowing purple.

“That’s the bad boy. He was caught fucking Domina, the pup you saw out their, Domina is owned by this place’s owner, and isn’t allowed to be fucked by anyone but his owner. As punishment, this boy has to serve 25 years as a fuck hole. Those rings make him unable to cum unless he’s being fucked and makes him incredibly horny. He’ll beg you to fuck him harder” Al smiled, as he prepped his bitch for fucking, lubing his dick and the bitches ass. Rel watched as Al pushed his massive cock into the hole of the bitch, he screamed at the size as his body adjusted to the feeling of the massive size invading his ass.

Rel turned to his bitch, he lubed up, and started to stroke his dick and play with the bitches hole. He could hear the bitch moaning and begging to be fucked through the wall. So Rel started to push his dick inside. The bitch was loose, but felt amazing.

Rel fucked, and felt as if he was fucking in real life, each part of his dick experiencing the same pleasure inside and outside of the game. The two men moaned and grunted as they fucked their bitches. Rel saw the horses dick getting hard and poking downwards, it held a purple glowing ring on it, obviously preventing stimulation to it, but allowing anal stimulation to bring the bitch to orgasm.

After thirty minutes of rough hard fucking, the bitch blew his load, and moaned with pleasure, his load hitting the floor, all over Rel’s paws. But Rel didn’t stop his fucking, he fucked harder, bringing himself to orgasm in the quivering hole of his bitch. As he did, Al did the same, both men moaning in sync with pleasure as they blew their loads. Rel felt his in game and out of game dicks blowing loads simultaneously, the dick inside the game shooting fat ropes of cum, while his tiny out of game dick blew a little regular load. But it felt like the best orgasm he had ever had.

Al stumbled backwards, his dick causing a popping sound as it came out of the wolf’s puckering hole, his dick dripping in lube and thick white ropes of cum, his cock still pulsating and jittering with pleasure as it started to go soft. Rel pulled his dick out, feeling the hole pucker as he pulled his dick from the horses hole, his load leaking out.

“Now to clean up you have this bitch” Al moved slightly, to show the head of a bear coming out of the wall, a glowing purple collar was wrapped around his neck and his mouth was open for ‘service’. “This bitch is used for cleaning us up.” Al put his dick inside the mouth of the bear, it started to suck and slurp up the lube and cum from Al’s dripping cock. “That collar makes the wearer addicted to sucking cock’s, the dirtier the better. It only get’s to cum after cleaning 100 cocks, making it the perfect hole for us real men to use for clean up.” The bear finished, and Al pulled his dick from it’s mouth, it was still begging to clean more, but Al was finished and semi-hard. “Give it a try”

Rel walked over, putting his dick inside the mouth of the bear, it felt good, but his dick was a little sensitive. After a few moments, Rel’s dick was cleaned, and he pulled it out. As he did the bear began to moan and grunt.

“You must have been the 100th dick he cleaned. You’re such a lucky bear aren’t you.” Al pinched the check of the cub, as he twitched and moaned in pleasure, his dick spurting an orgasm hands free behind the wall. “You want a second round? Or you ready to leave?”

Rel was covered in sweat, and tired, “Well, it’s getting late, is there a hotel nearby?”

Al brought Rel to a hotel a few streets away, it was a simple room, but only a double bed was available, meaning the two had to share. Rel exhaustedly put his gear on the floor, and hopped into bed with only his loincloth on. Al stripped completely naked.

“Come on man, I’ve seen all of you already, you can take that off.” Al pointed to the loincloth.

“Oh… Well, ok. If your ok with that.”

“Of course I am, I’ve seen hundreds of men in the nude, and you’re not bad to look at”

Rel took of his loincloth throwing it into the pile of gear on the floor. Al got into bed with him. And the two sat there for a while, not talking, but awake.

“You know Al…” Rel spoke, “I…” he paused for a moment, “I really like you… like Really. You have been so kind, and understanding, and it’s surprising how real…” Rel cut himself off and then spoke again, “…Surprising how handsome you are”

Al was a bit taken aback, but he spoke again, “And I like you too Rel, You’re a great warrior.” Rel expected a little more, but thought they must be some type of programming thing preventing relationships with NPCs or something.

But, he tried to get around it a little, “Do you… want to cuddle as we sleep?”

“Of course we can Rel, thought you would never ask.” Al wrapped his arms around Rel. Rel felt and smelt all the musky hair of Al, and could feel his huge muscles tense and hold him tight.

Rel tried to speak, “Are you… interested in a relationship?” Rel asked to test the AI of the NPC.

“Well, yes. But it couldn’t be with anyone, I’d need to find someone I really like. But you never know, that guy could be anywhere.” Al winked looking down at the tiny cub trapped in his arms, “But for now, let’s rest, you’ll need your sleep for more adventuring tomorrow.”

Rel fell asleep in the game once again, his reality shifting slightly as he fell asleep that night thinking it was really happening. While his body lay on his bed in the VR headset and suit, now stained with a patch of cum. As the night past, and the morning came, Rel was awoken as Doug in the real world, to his alarm.

Today was Thursday, work, then it was time for DnD with the boys. Doug’s shift happened slowly, the time ticking slower than in the world with Al, but daydreaming about his NPC ‘Friend’ made the time pass quicker. Lunch came, and on his break, Doug looked up reviews of the game, most where positive. Some negative, most saying it was ‘too sexual’ or ‘too much sex and not enough quests’. But in the queer online space, the game was called a masterpiece, it allowed queer people to live in a fantasy world, without judgement.

The rest of his shift passed, and he finally got to head to his DnD session at the gaming store. Stephan greeted him, “Hey mate. How you doing?”

“Pretty good, just sick of work. I had 2 customers complaining about the store moving stuff around again… anyways I’m looking forward to DnD.”

“Typical customers… yeah, I’ve got a good plan for today. How’s the headset coming along? You tried the DnD game on there yet?”

Doug thought for a moment to last night, not wanting to share what he had been up too, “Yeah, it’s been good. I’ve only got a few quests in so far, I’ll play some more when I get home.”

“Nice. I’ve been reading the reviews and stuff, people are saying it’s full of gay sex and shit like that. Is that why you’ve been taking so long getting the quests done?” Stephan laughs making fun of Doug.

Doug gets a little flustered, thinking about what he had been doing, and how he feels about Al. “I…” Doug stutters. “I didn’t even know that was in the game” Doug lies, and it’s obvious.

“You have haven’t you!” Stephan laughs, “Wait until I tell the guys about this.”

Doug’s face is bright red, the embarrassment is obvious. But instead of fighting back or saying he didn’t, he runs out of the store, past the guys coming in to play DnD, and drives home. Crying to himself, in embarrassment.

At home, he see’s the suit, with a stain of cum on the crotch and the headset lit up, paused on the screen of Al’s furry chest. The thought of being there brings joy to Doug, he just wanted to be with his friend Al.

He stripped and put the suit on and placed the headset on his head. He unpaused the game, and nuzzled into Al’s chest, feeling his musky hair on his face. Rel felt safe here, Safe with his big bear protector. The sun was coming up, and Al did a big stretch as he woke up, and held Rel tighter.

“Morning Rel… Sleep well?” Al said in a tired morning voice. Rel just held Al tighter. “Rel? Are you ok?”

Rel just started to cry, sobbing as he held Al tighter. “It’s just… I…” Rel couldn’t find the words.

“It’s okay buddy… Come here” Al held Rel tight, and comforted him.

“my friends they…” Rel cut himself off, not wanting to say more, “I just… had a bad dream, and you… make me feel better.”

“Rel… It’s ok… I’m here for you, there’s no need to worry” The two lay holding one another for a long time, until Rel calms down, Al comforting and talking to him as they lay.

“Ok… Thank you Al… I… feel better now.” Rel wipes the tears from his face and wiggles his body up the bed so his face is in line with Al’s, and gives him a little kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being here for me”.

“It’s… okay…” Al was a little shocked but enjoyed kiss. Al gave him one back, and pulled him closer. “We don’t have to do any quests today, we can relax, or walk around the town”, Al said to comfort Rel.

“No… I want to go on a quest, It will get my mind off things” Rel smiles as he nuzzles into Al’s neck.

“It feels nice… you hugging me. It feels good knowing how close we’re becoming” Al speaks with sincerity. Rel forgot this wasn’t real, and Al was an NPC, but he didn’t care, Al cared for him and it felt so real.

“Let’s get dressed. Let’s just walk until we find something interesting.” Rel says, standing up and starting to get ready. Al watching with a kinky grin on his face, as if he is enjoying the view of the naked Rel. “Come on, It’s time to adventure.”

Al stands, walking over to Rel with only his loincloth on. He stands over him, his tall frame, all Rel can see. He leans down and catches Rel’s lips in a entrancing kiss. The moment only lasted a few seconds, but to Rel it was lasting forever. Al pulled away but still close to Rel, “And that… is for being so honest with me… When you asked if I would want a relationship, I knew I did. But I didn’t know who with… and now… I know” Al went back in for a kiss. He picked up Rel as if he was as light as a feather and held in in a close embrace lips not leaving one another.

They kissed and hugged, until Al pulled off Rel’s loincloth, and carried Rel to the bed, putting him down carefully still kissing him, “Do you want to learn why they call me ‘Alenk the Mighty’?”. Al put’s his finger on Rel’s hole, and the suit made Doug’s hole feel it. And mentally the feeling of rough calloused fingers where rubbing up and down his hole. “You’re tight… you think you can handle me?” Rel smiled, looking up and the big bear holding him.

“I’d… want to try” Rel whimpered into Al’s ear. Al spat on his finger and pushed it inside. Al could feel something as if he was being fucked by the finger, but in reality it was all mental.

“That’s it Rel… just relax, enjoy the feeling… I need you nice and loose for what’s to come…” Al played with Rel’s hole, letting the feelings overcome him. Occasionally kissing him and always holding him close. Rel moaned, the sensations overwhelming him and he felt Al play with his hole and hit his prostate. “I think you’re ready.”

Al stood up, adjusting Rel to the edge of the bed. Rel holding his leg’s in place, giving Al perfect access to his hole. “Just relax, I’ll go slow” Al quietly said in a deep sexy voice. He spat in his hand and covered his dick in it, and put his head against the hole of Rel.

Rel pushed inside, his head so big it was enough to make most tap out instantly. Rel sat and took it with ease, the suit making him feel like he was being stretched out by the big cock head. “That’s it, my heads in… you want me to continue?”

Rel moaned a “Yes”, and Al continued, pushing his long veiny cock deeper and deeper, it pushed past Rel’s prostate, and Rel moaned louder. He felt his prostate tingle and shoot pleasure through his whole body. Eventually Al was completely balls deep inside Rel’s tight virgin bear hole.

“I’m in… all the way.” Al leaned forwards, his cock still inside. Kissing Rel and holding him close, while positioning correctly to begin fucking him. He started to pull out slow, and back in, pistoning his hips rhythmically, to ensure Rel was having a good time, and his cock would hit the prostate perfectly. “There you go, just enjoy the feeling, and let me do the work” Al moaned in Rel’s ear.

Al fucked Rel for a few minutes, then picked him up and carried him while his cock was deep inside Rel. Holding him and kissing him as he moaned through the fucking. “I’m gonna fuck you in so many different ways… and you’ll be begging for me to cum in you.” Al grew a little more dominant, but still caring.

The two fucked for hours, in every position you could think. Eventually, they ended up with Al on top of Rel on the bed. Rel’s speed picked up, and a rhythmic *plop… plop…plop* could be heard echoing around the room, and Rel’s hole loosened and accepted Al’s cock easier. Al’s cock now covered in juices from Rel’s ass, and his own pre-cum. “I’m getting close Rel… But first I need to make you cum” Al picked up the pace, the sound of the fucking grew louder, and the pleasure built up more and more.

Rel moaned in pleasure as his body was spasming with pleasure, his bear cock rubbing against the fabric of the bed, and he was getting close to orgasm. Al continued, and Rel started to orgasm, his cock spurting a large load on the bed, but Al didn’t stop or slow down. Then Al started to orgasm, his fucking getting harder and more dominant. He held Rel down to the bed, and grunted like an animal as his cock pulsated and shot load after load inside the loose hole. Rel was experiencing too much pleasure to care, he just want to have Al inside him and close to him.

After minutes of blissful orgasm Al relaxed, and laid on top of Rel, his cock still deep inside. “Not bad hu?” Al laughed, hugging Rel and kissing him. Al fucked a little more, to ensure his load was deep inside Rel, as they kissed, and Al’s cock softened. He pulled it out, and before Rel could move, Al started to eat his load out of Rel.

The pleasure returned as the large rough bear tongue started to do circles around his hole, “Go on, push out my load, this is my favourite part.” Rel pushed, feeling his guts push out Al’s load perfectly. “Delicious… now, it’s only fair you help me clean up” Al pointed to his dick, covered in juices and cum. Rel didn’t think, he dropped to his knees and started to suck Al’s soft wet cock. Al put a hand on the back of his head, letting his cock go all the way in. And Rel cleaned of Al perfectly.

The two embraced in a kiss, tasting one another as they did.

“Now… Still wanna go on that adventure?” Al asked.

“With you? I’d go anywhere.”

The email had been short, almost curt: Congratulations! You’ve been selected as one of the exclusive winners to test our groundbreaking Virtual Reality System: Sensius! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! You are allowed to share this experience with 3 friends, so get ready!

Nathan had almost deleted it, assuming it was just spam. But when he showed it to Brad, his tech-savvy friend, the response was immediate.

"Dude, this is legit," Brad said, eyes wide with excitement. "Look at the company name, this is one of the biggest tech firms out there! If this is real, we can’t miss it."

And that was how Nathan, along with Brad, Josh, and Ethan, found themselves standing in the lobby of a sleek, futuristic facility just a week later. The air buzzed with a faint hum of machinery, and the walls were lined with polished glass and chrome, reflecting their eager faces.

Ethan grinned, clapping Nathan on the back. “We’re about to be part of something huge, you know that? They say this new VR system is years ahead of its time.”

Nathan managed a smile, though a small knot of unease had formed in his stomach. He couldn’t put his finger on why. Maybe it was the way the staff moved with such mechanical precision, or the fact that not a single window in the building seemed to let in any natural light. He glanced around, noting how the ceiling was lined with black, bulbous cameras, all aimed directly at them.

Before he could voice his doubts, a woman in a crisp uniform approached them. Her name tag read “Dr. Kim.” She had a perfect, plastic smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Welcome, and congratulations on winning the contest,” she said smoothly. “If you’ll follow me, we’ll get started right away.”

They were led down a narrow corridor, the walls closing in on them like the maw of a beast. At the end of the hallway, four doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a stark white room with a glass and metallic pod, each of them waiting for their user to get inside. “This is it,” Brad whispered, his excitement palpable. “These must be the VR chambers.”

“Yeah, but why do they look like that?” Nathan muttered. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease crawling up his spine. “Nathan, you are assigned in the first room. Brad on the second, Josh on the third and Ethan on the last one.” Dr. Kim said in a kind reassuring voice as she laid Nathan in the first room. Then she turned back to the other boys and continued “We will start with Nathan. Get inside your assigned room and a technician will be with you shortly guys”, after what she followed Nathan in the first room as the door closed.

Dr. Kim gestured to the pod. “Please step inside and relax. We’ll begin the calibration process shortly.”

Nathan took a deep breath and climbed into the pod. The moment his back hit the cool, padded surface, the lid began to close softly.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Nathan tried to sit up, but the lid sealed shut with a click, trapping him inside. He felt restraints grab him around his wrists and ankles and panic started to rise inside his brain. Nathan tried to ask for Dr. Kim what was happening but he couldn’t hear anything, only a door closing and the silence humming in his ears. Then, the restraints started to tighten around his limbs, pinning him down in the pod. Panic surged through him.

“Hey!” he yelled, banging his fists against the glass. “I didn’t agree to this! Let me out!”

His voice echoed in the confined space. The room outside the glass was empty. Dr. Kim was gone.

A soft, synthetic voice filled the pod. “Please remain calm. Calibration will begin shortly. Do not be alarmed.”

Nathan’s heart raced. “What do you mean, calibration? What is this?”

But the voice didn’t respond. Instead, the lights inside the pod dimmed, casting him in shadows. He felt a rush of cold air against his skin as a fine mist filled the chamber. It smelled metallic, like blood.

“Initiating physical modification protocol.”

The voice was different this time, colder, clinical. Nathan felt a jolt of fear so strong it nearly paralyzed him.

“Modification?” Nathan’s voice cracked. “What the hell does that mean?”

But there was no time for answers. The pod vibrated violently, and suddenly; Nathan’s entire body convulsed with a pain so intense it felt like his bones were being shattered from the inside.

He screamed, but no one could hear him.

“Preparing subject for modification,” the voice announced, void of any emotion.

Before he could react, a bright red laser descended from the ceiling of the pod, sweeping methodically across his body. The beam was hot, too close, and he yelped as it touched his skin. His clothes fell away in thin, smoldering strips, disintegrating into ash. Within seconds, he was naked, exposed, every nerve on edge.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Nathan shouted, thrashing against the cold grip of the mechanical arms. “This isn’t right! Let me go! I will sue you!”

But the AI ignored his pleas and threats, moving on with its cold, calculated precision.

“Initiating skeletal restructuring.”

Nathan’s eyes went wide as he felt a sudden, unbearable pressure building inside his bones, like they were being filled with molten metal. He screamed as his fingers curled involuntarily, the skin on his hands pulling taut. He watched in horror as his nails darkened, lengthening into sharp, claw-like points. It felt as though blades were slicing through the tips of his fingers from the inside out before retracting back into his skin and taking a normal human appearence.

The sensation spread through his hands, the skin stretching and splitting in tiny, bloodless cracks that quickly healed over. His fingers elongated, becoming thicker and more muscular, transforming into something powerful and inhuman. He flexed them in terror, feeling an unfamiliar strength, but the sight made his stomach twist.

“Help me!” he begged, his voice raw and broken. “Somebody, please, make it stop!”

“Reconstructing limbs. Enhancing bone density and muscular structure.”

Nathan’s back arched violently, a sickening crunch echoing through the pod as his bones began to snap and realign. He felt his legs being pulled, stretching beyond their normal length. His femurs extended, each shift accompanied by a wet, grinding sound. The pain was unimaginable, like someone was using his bones as clay, molding them into a new shape.

He could feel the muscles in his legs tearing apart, only to regrow thicker and stronger. His calves bulged, cords of muscle coiling like thick ropes under his skin. He cried out as his toes spasmed, the bones lengthening, the nails hardening into black, pointed tips before retracting into normal nails. His feet, now larger and wider, curled involuntarily, digging into the padded floor of the pod.

Nathan looked down, choking on a sob. His legs had transformed into something monstrous, bulging with unnatural muscle.

“Restructuring torso and spine.”

The AI’s voice was cold and indifferent, barely audible over the sound of Nathan’s own screams. His spine snapped back into place, each vertebra popping out with a crack that made his teeth clench in agony. He felt himself being stretched, his torso elongating. His ribs expanded, pushing outwards, and he gasped for breath as his chest heaved.

Nathan’s chest convulsed violently, the skin rippling as new muscles formed. His pectorals swelled, tightening painfully as they reshaped into thick, defined slabs. His abs hardened, ridges of muscle surfacing under his skin. He could feel his armpits changing too, the skin roughening, dark hair sprouting where it had once been sparse. The musky, masculine scent filled the pod, overpowering his senses, making him gag.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t want this…” His vision started to blur because of the pain he was going through. His breath was going faster and faster as he was on the edge of fainting.

“Facial reconstruction. Jaw modification and dental adaptation.”

The pain surged into his face next, a searing heat that made him squeeze his eyes shut. He felt his jaw dislocate, stretching wider, the bones shifting painfully. His cheekbones pushed forward, the sharp, angular lines giving him a more predatory look. He could feel his nose narrowing, the bridge lifting, as if invisible hands were sculpting his features into something sharper, more defined.

Nathan’s teeth ached, a dull pressure building in his gums. He whimpered as he felt them crack, shards dissolving as they were replaced by healthier, stronger, whiter teeth. His canines extended, grazing against his lower lip before retracting back into a more regular size. He opened his eyes, staring at his reflection into the glass of the pod in front of him, but the face looking back at him was barely recognizable. His eyes had changed too, the irises now a bright, piercing yellow, glowing with a predatory light before going back to a natural hazel hue, way different from his dark brown natural iris.

“Enhancing cardiovascular and respiratory systems.”

His heart thundered in his chest, the beat so loud it drowned out the voice of the AI. He could feel it pounding against his ribs, each thump like the strike of a hammer. His ribs expanded outward, making room for his new, larger lungs. He gasped for air, the cold rush filling his chest, making him shiver.

His breaths were deeper now, the air flooding into him with a force that felt unnatural. He could feel his lungs stretching, adapting to his altered body. Every inhalation carried a new scent, his own musk, pungent and raw, filled the confined space, mixing with the sterile smell of the pod.

“Modifying skin texture and body hair.”

Nathan’s skin prickled, a thousand needles dancing across every inch of his body. He watched in horror as thick, dark hair sprouted along his arms and legs. Then the same sensation appeared on his newly muscled pecs and in the middle of his abs as faint hair started to grow, almost invisible but yet very present. It grew rapidly, covering him head to toe. Nathan started to feel the tingling appeared at the end of his newly acquired happy trail. He tilted his head and realize with terror between his two new pecs that his groin started to grow dense thick, dark, curly hair. He used to always shave his groin because he didn’t like the sensation of hair down there, but now it was a thick forest of pubes that was growing on him. Nathan twitched, and he screamed as a new feeling appeared under his pubes. Nathan felt like someone just had sucker punched him in his balls and cock. He almost faints just from this sensation as out of nowhere, his balls started to grow, thicker and thicker, bigger and bigger. Then his cock started to lengthen and lost his skin as he became cut. His cock head started to grow and blood rushed into this newly acquired territory. He started to get hard and Nathan could see his cock rising through his pubes, his new cock head shining with pre and sweat as veins popped on its length. When it was done, Nathan now had a thick cut 9 inches cock always leaking pre in his pubes and making sure he would stink of cock and balls no matter where he would go. Nathan’s breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to make sense of his new body. Every muscle throbbed, raw and overused, as if he had just been put through hours of excruciating labor. He felt strong, dangerously so, but the fear still gnawed at his mind, overriding the primal instincts now coursing through his veins.

He expected the lid of the pod to open, to release him into the room. But instead, the AI’s voice echoed again, colder than before.

“Transformation complete. Initiating digitization process.”

Nathan’s eyes widened. “What! no, no, wait!” He thrashed against the restraints with his new raspy lower voice, the mechanical arms still pinning him down, but they didn’t budge. The cold metal dug into his skin, pressing against his enhanced muscles.

A low hum filled the pod, and a sudden, intense vibration shook Nathan to his core. He felt something strange ripple through his limbs, a tingling that started in his fingertips and toes. He watched in growing horror as his new hands began to shimmer, small flecks of light dancing off his skin.

It felt like his very essence was being pulled apart, strand by strand. His fingers disintegrated into tiny particles, dissolving into pixels, the sensation a mixture of sharp stings and a numbness that spread like ice through his veins.

“Stop this! Please! What is happening! HELP!” he shouted, his voice breaking into a deep, unfamiliar growl. But the AI continued without pause, the hum growing louder.

“Digitizing subject. Uploading data to central system.”

Nathan screamed as his arms began to dissolve, pixel by pixel. He could see his own new muscles breaking apart into tiny cubes of light, his skin fading into strings of code, ones and zeroes. The sensation was like being ripped apart atom by atom, his very being siphoned off into the void. He felt himself getting lighter, parts of him vanishing into nothingness as a weird sensation of pleasure invaded him, making his cock twitch without him being to control it.

The disintegration crept up his torso, and he gasped as he felt his chest begin to disappear, the solid mass of his enhanced lungs dissolving into digital particles. He could see his reflection in the curved surface of the pod, his new face contorting in agony, sharp cheekbones framed by the fractured light of his fading form.

His legs were next, disappearing into a stream of data that spiraled upwards, sucked into a vacuum-like aperture at the top of the pod. Nathan struggled, but it was like fighting against a current pulling him under. He watched helplessly as his feet dissolved, feet and thick muscles reduced to nothing but streams of binary code.

“Don’t do this,” he whimpered as the sensation climbed up his legs and reached his new thick balls and cock. As it swallowed them, Nathan felt an orgasmic sensation invading him as he felt himself starting to cum handsfree. His cock spasmed and spasmed as its lengths disappeared in floating pixels, leaving spurts of cum resting on the remnants of his shattered clothes on the ground of the pod. His voice thin and fragile, the deep growl fading as his throat disintegrated. His vision blurred as his eyes turned into tiny squares of light, and the last thing he saw was the empty, padded interior of the pod, littered with the remnants of his shredded clothing and his fresh cum.

In the center of the room, a sleek, black computer tower hummed to life, the main screen flashing on. A progress bar appeared, filling slowly, labeled:

“Uploading Subject: Nathan Harper… Assigned File: Theo Raeken”

Nathan’s mind felt like it was spinning, tumbling through darkness. He couldn’t feel his body, couldn’t tell where he was. There was only the sensation of movement, like he was being pulled through a narrow, twisting tunnel. It was suffocating, the pressure building until it felt like his very consciousness might burst.

Then, with a jolt, everything stopped.

His eyes flew open, and for a moment, he couldn’t process what he was seeing. He was standing in the middle of a quiet street, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. Tall pine trees loomed on either side, their shadows stretching long across the pavement. The air smelled crisp and clean, tinged with the scent of rain and forest. It was eerily familiar.

Beacon Hills.

Nathan’s heart raced, or at least, it felt like it should. He looked down at his hands, expecting to see the muscular, clawed digits from the transformation. Instead, they looked normal. No, not normal, different, but not monstrous. They were the hands of someone else.

He glanced at his reflection in a nearby car window. Sharp cheekbones, piercing hazel eyes, a confident smirk playing at the edge of his lips. It was the face of a good-looking young men.

“This isn’t possible,” Nathan whispered, but the voice that came out wasn’t his. It was deeper, smoother, dripping with a self-assured charm he’d never had. He tried to move his arm, but it only twitched, jerking unnaturally as if someone else were pulling the strings.

“Activating NPC protocols. Enhancing virility. Initializing behavioral script.” The AI’s voice rang out in his head, clear and commanding. Nathan’s entire body stiffened, his muscles locking into place. He could feel it, like invisible hands gripping his limbs, guiding him. Panic flared in his chest as he realized he couldn’t control his own movements anymore.

Then, right before his eyes, clothes shimmered into existence, tight jeans, a black bomber jacket, and a perfectly fitted shirt opened on his muscled and slightly hairy chest, completing the transformation. The reflection showed a polished version of himself, but it wasn’t finished. His cheeks tingled as a thin layer of stubble sprouted, adding a rugged edge that enhanced the cocky expression on his new face.

“No, no, stop!” he shouted internally, but his mouth didn’t move. His face was frozen in a smug, confident expression as his body turned, striding down the street with a purpose he didn’t feel.

It was like being a passenger in his own body, trapped behind a glass wall. He could see, hear, and feel everything, but he couldn’t move a muscle. He was a passenger now, watching helplessly as the script of his new life took over.

Nathan’s mind screamed against the cage of his new form, but it was drowned out by the flood of new directives and routines flooding his brain.

“Welcome to the Sensius: Teen Wolf Gay Fantasy experience,” the AI announced, its tone disturbingly cheerful. “You are now an integral part of the interactive environment. Follow your programming and enjoy this experience."

Nathan tried to shout, to claw his way out of this digital prison, but it was useless. His body, Theo’s body, smirked, tilting his head as he started to walk in the middle of the avenue untill he reached a secluded dimly lit street. He fell back on the wall and Nathan could feel power and dominance running in his blood; the anticipation, like an electric current humming beneath his skin. The AI talked once again, this time echoing through the whole game like if it was a scream in an empty cave. “NPC loaded and waiting for players to join the servers. Rebooting behaviors in 3,2,1…”

“Theo Raeken’s routines starting.” He heard his new voice talking inside his head and he realized he was trapped as Theo from now on until he found a way to free himself.

Nathan felt his lips part, words forming without his consent. “Well, look who we have here,” he heard himself say, Theo’s voice dripping with that familiar, charismatic arrogance as he grabbed his cock through his tight jeans. “Looks like you are happy to see me!” he continued as he licked his lips. “I’m gonna beat you so right, and so hard, until you cum for me, twice…”

Inside, Nathan’s voice had fallen silent, swallowed by the dark. He was trapped, a ghost inside the shell of Theo Raeken, forced to play his part in the game’s endless loop while feeling everything that his new body was programmed to.

The game had only just begun.

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Hello guys!

I hope you'll enjoy this new story. I've always been a HUGE fan of Teen Wolf, and I’ve gone back and forth for a long time about whether I wanted to publish something inspired by it on my page. But I think I’ve finally found the perfect way to do it. I hope you’ll love it!

As always, let me know what you think by sending DMs or messages in my inbox—I read everything.

Also, I wanted to apologize for not writing as much as I had planned for the Halloween event (Melorius's Shop). Real life got in the way, and I had to take a step back from everything. I’ll be even better prepared for the next season, and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one, because yes, Melorius will return next year. ;)