Clara and 4 online acquaintances

Writer’s note: slightly different setup from the original branch, but I wanted to try my hand too. I’m making a couple of changes here and there to better match my personal tastes, chiefly changing muscle to a ‘body’ or ‘skill’ stat. Muscle may be affected but it improves damage and ability with any sort of sex that doesn’t involve another stat. Blowjobs, handjobs/fingering, fuckin… Thighjobs? Any seduction that’s not covered elsewhere. This chapter's a pretty unsexy setup for the rest to come. Largely I'm working through the cast and pre-characterizing them as I go. TL;DR for the chapter: full dive VR arena, Clara's our PoV girl with some horny online friends, Dawn is a guy friend's mom who happened to visit and wound up here in his place, Ophelia's a trans girl and the one getting things rolling, Lauren's not necessarily here for the sex but to engage in a game system, and Zoey is a wildcard and hornier than the others. Will the changes somehow become part of their real selves?

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Also just a couple things on the creation, the only visual aids I'll be using is a little chart I'll use in a google doc to keep track of everyone's changes and their stats, and the map (without images like the other, but some tokens). This will be the first time I ever publish smut on the internet, I hope people can enjoy it.

I felt a light, momentary shock at the back of my neck before the room in front of me melted away into a haze of visual snow and eye floaters. Instinctively, I flexed my arm to bring my hand into view, but it did not show itself immediately. Slowly though, my form materialized from the TV static void, starting at my mild pink manicure and slowly stitching my body together from whatever this technology was able to glean from my brainwaves or whatever. Bill and Ophelia tried to give me a full explanation of how exactly it worked, but it just went out the other ear and bounced around in my headphones to be absorbed by its comforting foam rather than my head. I got all that I needed to know anyway.

That is simply that I sit in the nice chair I spent an embarrassing amount of money on, pull the torso and shoulder straps comfortably tight, pull down the ring that encircles my head, and wait for the machine to attach the 'EXTradermal Electrical Nerve DeceivER.' That was pretty much the only proper noun that I got out of that conversation with. They tried really hard to get an acronym but in their effort they made it so that EXTENDER was the only thing I got out of my friends' diatribe.

Finally my body finished forming, and as the TV static around me moves and shapes, I stretched my digital body to get a feel for it. Sure enough, as I was told, it felt just like I'd expected it to feel. Everything from the rolling of my shoulders to a pinch on my butt to a heft of my boobs feels entirely real. I wondered about my naked state for moments but my concerns were addressed with the appearance of a door from the fog. I willed myself closer before pushing the door open to find a walk-in closet that could only be possible in this digital space. A message pinged in my mind as I ran my hand along an impossibly luxurious fur coat.

"Hey Clara, looks like you reached the closet. Tell me when you've found something comfortable to put on and I'll invite you to the lobby; everyone else is here already."

'But how do I-' I started to think before that train was interrupted.

"You can just focus a message back to me, it's pretty easy to communicate since you set up a friends list. Slight change of plans though. Bill's not here. Instead, his mom showed up and she doesn't seem... Opposed? To the idea? Zoey's explained the schtick in all her usual lurid detail and mama Dawn's not backing down. If Bill can do all that with his online friends she sees no reason why she can't do the same, went her logic."

I whistled to myself at that information while I considered an entire gallery of panties stuck to a wall. This was definitely something to take in. "Not a single guy in the five, and the only one starting with a dick's going to be Ophelia," I thought while I chose a cute pair and tugged it up my legs. "So Bill's mom is bisexual, huh? I'd say I never would have guessed but then again I don't think Bill's mom was ever someone I considered as a sexual person. Not really anyone's mom. Maybe someone's dad here and there... She's gotta be what, 45? 50? I'm sure that after a couple rounds it won't matter, but you have to give me the 411," I continue as I pulled up some stretchy pajama hotpants. I assessed the fit in a convenient mirror, admiring how well they clung to and accentuated my ass.

"It would be rude to ask, and you don't need to worry about her looks. I did some commiserating with Zoey and we've agreed that she's mid-high on the MILF scale. She's still got it for sure. Really though, get dressed already, we need you in here before I can alter our subjective time in dive."

Not long after I found myself in that same static zone I started, but actually dressed. I chose a casual white top, the sort I'd wear alone at home, and triple-checked that my nipples weren't visible through it due to my bralessness. I'd figured it pointless to wear one of those since I may just need to shed it in even a single turn. There _was _a temptation to finish off my 'at home alone and wearing whatever' look with a cute pair of bunny slippers I found, but couldn't be sure of environment. The strappy sandals I picked turned out to be the better choice as just as soon as I entered the static, I was in a field that seemed to stretch on forever. Three of the others greeted me in kind, while Ophelia busied herself swiping and poking at a holographic screen floating in front of her. I tried my best to keep things pleasant and normal in front of Bill's mom; kind of a big ask since in mere minutes I might be hard at work under that sunny dress, trying to take her down to her knees in a puddle of her own juice.Dawn introduced herself and apologized for replacing Bill in our upcoming competition. She went on to explain how Bill had raved to her as well about this technology for long enough that she just had to visit, try it herself, and wouldn't take no for an answer. It made sense to me; he folds pretty easily to interpersonal pressure. "If it helps, maybe you could think of me as a..." she paused, searching for a word. "Pigger, no... Pegger, no, that's something else entirely... I think pugger was the gamer word Bill would use for someone like me. " I tried to hide my embarrassment at the attempt to connect to us, though I could see Lauren doubled over, corpsing at her lingo. I started to speak, to try to tell her that she doesn't need to try that hard to get along, but I'm interrupted by a load bloop and Ophelia's screen expanding to dwarf the group of us. It looked like she'd finished setting the parameters.

• First round mercy rule: |Pick one from two|
• Winners' criteria: |Last person standing|
• Lingering mental effects: |Lessened| and |temporary: 1 month|
• Knockout reward: |Irresistible commands| and |1 month|
• Starting LP: |25|
• Base LR: |10|
• Base SS DC/Bonus: |10|/|+2|
• Base dice/attack/damage bonus: |1||d4|/|+2|/|+2|
• Dice increase difficulty: |10|
• Max dice size: |d12|
• Disappearance rule: |Active|
• Normalize damage for all players? |Yes|
• Give breasts/penis/vagina to those without? |No||No||No|
• Second reroll: |1 per match|
• **** nudity: |No|
• Map: |Medieval Manor|
• Environmental TFs: |Yes| and |Random| and |30|
• Dilation: |1 minute| to |1 hour|

What followed was a long list of disabled bonus rules as well as alterations for all sorts of fetishes and body parts, many enabled, others disabled, but in line with what I knew the others were interested in. Well, others sans Dawn, whose head was spinning at the amount of info on the screen. I took a last moment to look over my competition before Ophelia slammed her fist into the big start button at the bottom of the screen.

Ophelia herself has blue hair and pronouns. She was the first person I really played games with online after the boy that introduced me to them and I stopped dating. She did some speedrunning as a hobby and healed in our raids. Apparently I give her a bit of gender envy, and remind her of the person that initiated her desire to transition. At the time she was in a cosplay though I had no idea of who. All I could say is that she's in a peachy seifuku with a matching miniskirt. Her chest wasn't flat anymore but was a far cry from the "mommy milkers" that she really desired. Below was where she was more confident, with her sizeable hips, butt, and thighs, the latter pleasantly squished by her stripy thigh-highs.

Zoey and I met ingame during a tavern RP before I noticed that her profile went into intense detail about her desire to ERP and her character's massive equine cock. Not one to back down I decided to go through with it on a lark and thoroughly enjoyed it. As it turned out, the rest of my main group of friends had similar experiences, and we ended up inviting her to activities. I'm pretty sure she's never not turned on even when not focusing on roleplay; she'd told me that she had a vibe set up to intensify on big damage. A bit concerning for our usual tank. As far as looks go Zoey was really average in many ways. Brown hair done in a braid, brown eyes, dark skin and an alright but mildly chubby figure. She stood out among the group in her red bunnysuit and high heels, looking to be looked at.

Lauren was competitive beyond all the rest of us, but not unpleasant to be around. She's not really in our main circle of friends, but she plays enough of that MMO that we're well-acquainted. We were discussing our competition in general terms during a raid and she sensed another way to assert numerical dominance over her fellow man. Zoey knew her better than the rest of us and invited her along. Lauren was barely dressed presumably for easier variety of attacks; just wearing a front-clasping sports bra to contain her pretty impressive boobs, and lycra boyshorts down below. She hadn't even bothered with shoes. Other than her boobs she was slim all over. Not fit, but skinny.

Zoey and Ophelia's assessment was on point, Dawn was a surefire MILF. She had massive tits and a thin waist from what I could tell under her sundress. Her still-chestnut bobbed hair framed her mature face, but a golden hoop poked out slightly at either ear. Ruby Mary Janes contrasted the sunny tones of her dress, and more bits of jewelry jangled at her neck and wrists. I noticed that she lacked any rings on her fingers, which I felt a little relieved at. Sure, I might end up fucking my friend's mom by the end of the game, but at least that won't include cuckolding his dad too. Maybe that would be a disappointment for Zoey, but I'm not Zoey.