Johnny Delusional [Oni]

Hello! Funatic here, and I have quality tested another branch for you. Time for another branch, this time by OniRecluse. It ought to be a Great Work of writing and cuddles… let us peer through the fog and see what he has in store for us!

Bowels relieved and body clean, John began work on his optional Quest. John needed very little incentive to masturbate. Most mornings, he would lazily jack off to rouse himself from sleep. ‘The fact that I do this practically every morning is probably why it’s part of the Quest at all,’ he pondered to himself as he stood under the hot, running water of the shower.

In his haste to complete the Quest, John forgot his phone in his room and deprived himself of any visual or auditory aid. He could have just left the shower and continued in his room, but he was thoroughly unwilling to abandon the water’s comforting warmth just yet.

‘Alright, we’ll do this the old fashioned way.’

John closed his eyes and began to slowly stroke himself. A vision of a beautiful, petite blonde appeared before him, water cascading over her small, pert breasts and lithe curves. Her straight, platinum hair reached down to her narrow waist, and her piercing, blue eyes smoldered with desire. She stepped temptingly close and ran a delicate finger along his chest. John reached out, took hold of her bountiful ass, and pulled her close. The blonde took hold of his manhood, more impressively sized in his fantasies than in his reality, and began to gently stroke him. They lingered there a little while, John groping her ass, the blonde kissing his neck.

John’s pace quickened as the blonde pushed away from him and sank to her knees. With lustful trepidation in her eyes, she stroked and explored the intimidating girth of his fictitious phallus. She placed a few teasing kisses on the head of his cock then wrapped her plush, pink lips around it. Soft moans echoed in her throat and her eyes grew hazy as she worked her way back and forth, each push taking a little more of his length. She swallowed John to his base and, with a deep satisfied groan, pushed him to climax.

New Achievement: Canadian Girlfriend
If only you put this much effort into meeting real women.
Reward: +1 Libido

‘Excuse me. Why am I being mocked for doing what the Quest told me to do?’ Indignant, John swiped away the notification, only to be met with another.

SKILL LEVEL INCREASE: [MASTURBATION] (Level 18)

‘Welp, there’s my answer,’ John thought as he popped open the skill’s description.

‘Level 18, huh? I would’ve expected everything to start at level 1, but I guess it makes more sense that it takes my current abilities into account. God, I hope this isn’t my highest level skill.’

A slight gloom fell over John as he considered that very real possibility. A brief survey of his adolescence revealed it to be composed of long periods of isolation. Escape from which was found largely in video games and self pleasure.

John dismissed the window and shut off the shower. As he toweled off, he caught a glimpse of himself in the partially fogged mirror.

John’s appearance was average in most respects. His face was, generously speaking, quite plain. Its structure was neither particularly attractive nor especially repulsive. His teeth were well maintained, and his short brown hair was decent if somewhat dull. He had been told by his mother, aunts, older female cousins, and surviving grandmother that his hazel eyes were fairly handsome, but that didn’t feel like it meant much given the source. The girls of his high school may have found him attractive had it not been for his abnormally bad acne. Thankfully, that particular affliction had begun to fade in the recent months.

His body was of a similar plainness. At five foot eleven inches, he was just above the average height for a man. He was, however, slightly underweight for his height which gave him a thin, almost lanky, appearance. For the last decade, most of his waking hours had been dominated by either sitting in class or sitting at his desk. There was no doubt in his mind that this inactive lifestyle led to his less appealing physical features, excluding his slightly below average masculine endowment.

‘Why am I like this?’ A question that John had asked himself dozens of times before. As a kid, he was boundlessly energetic and loved to play outside. His love for PE was second only to his love of art class. How did that young boy become this sedentary, isolated man?

Middle School, a difficult time in the lives of most children. For John, it had been the start of an unending nightmare. He started the school year hoping to join the soccer or baseball team, but a jock, Frank Dickinson, made John his personal punching bag. Any plans of joining athletics were abandoned in hopes of avoiding Frank. Not long after, he began to hurry home as soon as the final bell rang. Lingering even just to walk home with friends risked violent confrontation.

But high school was where his real nightmare began. Frank, now the star quarterback, had begun dating the queen bee of Springfield High, Vanessa Hawthorne. She had spread rumors of John being a lecherous creep throughout the school and poisoned his reputation in the minds of his classmates. Girls avoided him for fear of his advances, and guys avoided him for fear of being associated with him.

John had hoped that that would all change when they graduated, but fate had not been so kind. He and his bullies had all enrolled in Ashcroft Academy, condemning him to another two years of their ****. John had wanted to drop out immediately to escape them, but his mother had worked hard for years to get him there. He couldn't just give up the opportunity to go to such a prestigious school because of them. He would just have to bear it.

‘What would I have been like, if I’d never met Frank?’

As the fog on the mirror receded and his visage came more clearly into view, John pulled back his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and tried to picture the person he might have been. He pictured a lean runner's body, subtle definition highlighting compact musculature.

‘Of course, if my life is a game now, then maybe this is an opportunity to make up for lost time.’ If there was one thing that John was good at, it was games. This could be his chance not just to change the course of his life but to make up for the time he lost sitting alone in a dark room.

He flexed his arms like a sideshow strongman and started to grin. Where the mirror reflected meekness, he saw bulging musculature pulling his skin taut. As a small bit of optimism began to build in his chest, John wrapped himself in a towel and made a beeline for his room.

‘First things first, I have to figure out how these powers work, and then I can make a plan,’ he thought as he burst into his room. Hurriedly, he cast his towel to the floor and locked the door behind him. As he rummaged through a basket of clean clothes that had languished unfolded for a week, he opened his Character Sheet, tapped on his Stats’ tooltip, and was met with an unfortunate notification.

This feature is still installing. Please stand by.

“Fuck…” he trailed off. After several seconds of grumbling and standing half dressed in the center of his room, he continued,