Nervous Attempt

You wake up. It's past noon, and you have a tiny panic attack before you remember it's Saturday. For the first time since you started working at Corp. Inc. you feel a twinge of disappointment at that. These last few days have been insane, but you've never felt so... alive. Real. Your life up until now has mostly been spent adapting, fitting in, trying not to be noticed. Your job, sitting alone in the basement forgotten by everyone, seemed like your ideal existence. No expectations, no considerations, just hanging around passively until you died. Now, you feel driven, purposeful. Like you're slowly coming into a role you didn't know you were born to play. Not going into the office and holding the lives and times of others in your hands feels to you now like denying a fish to swim.

Of course, you don't actually need to be in the office to use the QEBP. You don't know its range, but you can always check.

You get out of bed, stomach grumbling for breakfast, and look around. Your tiny apartment only has one big room with an adjoining kitchen and a bathroom. Your ratty old bed stands in the corner, awkwardly blocked by the couch you felt like you ought to own but never use. You don't have many friends, and you've actively avoided having them over because of your lack of decoration or even basic apartment furnishings. In fact, the reason you spend so much time in the office is because there's much more room. The chair is also more comfortable than anything you own.

You go pick up your backpack and bring it over to the small table you sometimes **** yourself to eat at instead of in front of your computer. You take out the QEBP, and bring up your own view.

"<Level 3 synchronization unlocked>

Congratulations, valued customer, on unlocking a new synchronization level! As you gain familiarity with your QEBP, and it with you, you will be able to access more exciting features!

Level 3 features include but are not limited to:

* Entangled Autonomic Nervous System control

* Entangled empathy module

We hope you enjoy the new possibilities opened up by these exciting features, and that you look forward to more in the future!"

Huh. Did you play around with the new features enough to unlock the next synchronization level? Is that how it works? It takes you a while to get a grip on a new feature, so maybe it's parceling them out bit by bit so you don't get overwhelmed? You wonder how many features this thing is hiding from you.

You look at yourself sitting by the tiny table covered in junk mail and papers, still in your underwear. You're slouching, and your face looks like you haven't really woken up yet. You're hungry.

Trying out the Autonomic Nervous System control, you attempt to gently adjust yourself. You focus, and the rumbling, sucking feeling in your stomach subsides and disappears. It's like you've eaten a whole plate of food, a feeling of contentment and fulfillment spreading through your body. It's not real, you still need to eat, but you feel a lot better.

You move on, focusing again, and a shot of energy explodes in you! "Maybe overdid it a bit there", you would have thought if you weren't on high alert, your chair on the floor behind your now standing body. Focusing is hard, your body tells you to run away somewhere, or fight something, and you instinctively look around you for threats. You try anyway, but as it turns out nervous systems are tricky things and you get it slightly wrong. The panic is overtaken by a pressing urge. Literally, as your cock is trying its best to break out of your boxers, and instead of looking around for threats your top priority right now is to find someone to fuck.

You know somewhere that you are not thinking clearly, that you need to regain control of your body, but you know it in the same way you know you should eat more leafy greens: you've got higher priorities right now.

Your will is apparently clear enough for the QEBP, as it ripples and changes into an ass. It is smaller than Viv's, not as toned, but it is beautiful, and has a deep, dark colour. As with Viv, the QEBP stops at the early thighs, giving you a clear view of the vulva underneath. You don't know whose it is, and you can't remember how to care, you just tear your boxers off and lift the disembodied ass to your face and bury your tongue in its vulva. You push the same urge, the same lust, that you are feeling right now into its owner, and immediately feel it get moist, then wet, then running with juices down your chin.

You push your tongue into her vagina as deep as you can, then pull your dripping face out. You want more, and the QEBP complies, growing a pair of long legs out of the now less disembodied ass, and a back, a flat stomach, breasts, and arms. One arm fill out down towards her groin, a dainty hand appearing at the end, madly running her clit. The other arm is revealed to hold a hand grabbing her ass. It continues up the neck, the chin, a thin lipped mouth open and screaming in ecstacy, then stop.

You might have been curious about limitations and abilities of the QEBP any other time, but now you have other things on your mind. You put down the now almost fully embodied woman on the floor, push the junk mail off the table, and bend her over it. Without any preamble you grab a hold of her hips and thrust. You miss, of course, and the woman makes an incoherent, disappointed noise as your cock slips up between her ass cheeks, but you don't stop, and on your third thrust you enter her, hilting immediately with a slapping sound of ass on groin. The woman screams even louder and bucks towards you, standing on her toes to **** you in deeper.

You don't remember anything about how to please a woman, what angle to go in, where the best handhold is, how to talk dirty. You just grunt and with a look of intense focus you begin to slam into her with all your might, faster and faster. She doesn't seem to mind as she pushes back with every pounding, pacing herself not at all, but content to use all her energy to make this harder, faster.

Like two animals, you grunt and scream and sweat and pound, her juices running down her and your legs, splashing over her ass every time you hit home. You don't even notice when her screaming reaches a peak, she tenses and shakes, and your entire world, your whole life, condenses down into a single point located within this woman's pussy, as you cum.