Virtual Reality - Part 8

Time flew by with Leo. A few months into our relationship, I was feeling better than ever. I was larger than ever, too--just shy of 500 lbs, according to Leo. I couldn’t read the numbers since my girth kept getting in the way no matter which way I tried to contort myself.

I loved it. I loved the feeling of size, of heft and weight, being bigger than everyone around me. It felt natural to be this big--like I’d always been meant to be large. Not just large--huge. Few could contest my stature, and fewer still could believe I was even mobile.

That’s not to say that I didn’t have problems. Putting on socks was a chore best left to technology, and scrubbing all my extremities was basically impossible, but that’s what I had Leo for. I would have never been able to get to this size without his help, and he loved everything about it--even scrubbing the hard to reach areas when we shower together.

Like me, our relationship just kept growing. Pretty soon we were talking about getting engaged, but Leo was slightly hesitant. He explained he’d been burned before at this stage and he wanted to make sure we were right for each other. And the only way to do that was to connect in a way we’d never done before: in VR.

“I still don’t get why this is somehow more intimate than being balls deep in my ass,” I griped over dinner one night.

“There’s physical intimacy, and then there’s mental intimacy, and VR is all about the latter,” Leo explained. I still didn’t get it, but I agreed anyway. It couldn’t hurt, and besides, Leo said that there were things we could do in virtual that we’d never be able to do in real life, and that sounded appealing in its own way.

So one Saturday afternoon we rented a VR suite. I hadn’t used my plug in months, so of course it needed an update, but Leo handled that. He was the more tech-oriented of the two of us. Then we both lay down on our respective couches and went into a virtual world.

Leo didn’t tell me anything about what to expect, so I was surprised to find myself opening my eyes in a room that looked not at all unlike our bedroom back at our condo. I was in bed, under the sheets, my belly rising and falling with my breath in front of me, almost like a living thing unto itself. And in the bathroom I could hear the water running as though Leo was washing his hands.

It felt oddly domestic for all the trouble of actually renting a VR suite.

“You don’t need to wash up in virtual,” I called out, but then I heard the water stop and Leo stepped into the room. Unlike the real-world Leo I’d come to love, this Leo was fuckin’ jacked. Six-pack, chiseled features, a chest almost as wide as I was… It was weird, but also kind of hot. Plus, he was hung like a mule.

“Well damn,” I said, maybe with a bit of drool slipping out. “If I’d known VR could be this appealing I would’ve suggested in a while ago. Come to bed, hot stuff.”

At that point, I whipped the covers off, exposing myself fully. I’d expected to reveal my pale, mostly smooth skin and rising erection between my chunky thighs. Instead, I saw a virtual pelt run down my chest and the vast expanse of belly before running into thighs as hairy as a gorilla, although not quite as thick.

“Fuck me,” I said in astonishment.

Leo didn’t take it that way. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said, leaping into bed and planting a deep kiss on my lips--lips that I only just realized were covered in hair as well. Judging by the sensation, it felt like I had a full beard.

Initially I wasn’t too keen on my new hirsuteness, but as Leo ran hands up and over my legs, chest, and arms, I began to feel the appeal. It was like I’d suddenly gained an extra sensory organ with all these tiny points registering Leo’s gentle touch running over my skin. It felt wonderful. More than wonderful--it felt almost orgasmic.

I was already on the verge of cumming just from getting felt up. When he brought his hand down to my immensely hairy bush, a glob or pre gushed out and turned my whole groin into a fur-covered swamp.

“I need you in me,” I breathed, knowing that there was no way I’d endure more of his direct attention without cumming then and there. Leo scooped up some pre to lube himself and then deftly lined up his enormous tool with my backside, and pressed in.

If this were real life I probably would have screamed in pain, but the fantasy Leo had created meant that I’d suddenly gained a capacious asshole along with fur enough to make a sasquatch jealous. It felt just as good as the real world, while the hands Leo placed on my inner thighs felt even better.

It didn't take long for me to come without even touching myself, while Leo languidly humped my fat ass for a few minutes longer before depositing his virtual load.

Afterward, while Leo and I were cuddling, he asked if I’d enjoyed his little alterations. “Yeah, this felt great. Who knew that being a furball could be so arousing?”

“Well,” Leo said coyly, “I could make it a permanent thing.”

“What do you mean?”

I looked down and saw Leo tapping at an invisible console. “This will feel weird for a few moments, but afterward it’ll be fine.”

With a final tap I suddenly saw a past life, one where I was a lot thinner and for some reason incredibly angry at Leo, but I didn’t know why. But then the memories subsided and Leo and I woke up.