A woman at a bar, who's going to find out just what's actually possible in humanity's new life

As with so much else in the simulation, if you weren't legally allowed to be in a bar, you wouldn't even be able to think about going to one, at least not as anything more than a purely intellectual exercise. Certainly you wouldn't ever think of acting on it.

It was one of those things that most people would never even notice was happening, but of which you were keenly aware thanks to your complete access to the programs underlying humanity's new existence. So you could tell as the system ensured that you could, in fact, go to a bar, and how it unlocked the neural pathways allowing you to make the decision as to whether to do so.

As a result of this--and thanks to some clandestine influence from LogiCum--bars were designed with hookups in mind, even hookups right there in the bar. When you went in, you first entered an antechamber, where you were allowed to choose your state of dress. Everything was allowed, from however you were dressed when you came in off the street, to full nudity, and anything in between. Clothes would be automatically returned when you left, of course, and nobody could leave dressed substantially differently than they were upon entry.

Inebriation was another thing that could be perfectly controlled by each person. Some people wanted to knock back shots of tequila all night and stay perfectly sober. Others wanted to be drunk off their ass after a single beer. Yet others wanted to get a small buzz, but nothing substantially impairing, and keep going if they wanted to. Everyone got to set their own limit and decide how they'd best enjoy the experience.

You decided to stay as you were. After all, you weren't necessarily looking for someone who'd be down to fuck, which is exactly the sort of person you'd attract by going in undressed or underdressed. Not that you would say no to them, but you also didn't want to immediately turn off anyone not looking for a hookup for the night.

The bar was mostly full when you entered, as you'd expected. The patrons were split about the same as the population as a whole, between those who were looking to enjoy the sexual opportunities of the simulation--though not all of those were looking for that this night--and those who were just there to drown their sorrows as they would have done back on Earth. Scanning the crowd, you picked a target.

Ordering a beer, burger and fries, you walked over to the table where your chosen partner for the night sat alone. It was a small table, with only room enough for one more person, and a chair appeared as you neared it, another feature added by the programmers to avoid the inconvenience of having to drag chairs around a crowded floor.

She looked up at you and only gave a brief nod when you asked whether you could share the table. Looking into her mind, you made a few tweaks so that she'd give you the answers you wanted. She'd never realize that she'd been tampered with--as far as she and everyone else knew, this was how she'd always been.

In theory, food could be made to appear immediately, but while waiting times for meals in bars and restaurants had been reduced, they hadn't been eliminated entirely, so as to still give a little time for chit-chat. "I'm Katelyn," you introduced yourself.

"Mary," your tablemate replied.

"What brings you here?" you asked.

"Just looking to get accustomed to life now," she said, taking a drink from her glass. That wasn't entirely true, you knew. Mary hadn't made any alterations to herself in the upload, but she didn't just want to continue with life as usual; she wanted to experiment a little and see if she wanted anything more that this new life could offer.

You had plenty to offer her.

"I think a lot of people are thinking that," you said sympathetically. Your order arrived. The beer was cold, the burger was thick and juicy and loaded with all the toppings, and the fries were thick and greasy and stacked high. Just the way you'd have had them on Earth if you weren't worried about all the negative physiological problems that would come with it.

"Guess so," Mary agreed.

Mary's original personality would've been one to go to a bar, maybe make a little small talk, and certainly leave alone. "Looking for anything in particular, though?" you asked.

"Well," Mary said, drawing out the word, "I guess I am looking to, well, explore. A little. Maybe."

"Explore?" you asked, pretending you didn't know what she meant. "Explore how?"

"Y'know, all the stuff they added? We're in a simulation now, we can have stuff that wasn't possible before. Didn't want to try it out for myself or anything, but..." Her gaze clearly lingered on your sizable rack.

"Wanting to hook up with someone with massive tits?" you asked, a question which would have seen the old Mary excusing herself in an extremely flustered manner.

"Well, I mean," Mary said, still somewhat embarrassed by the question, but not running from it. "I guess, if someone were, well, interested, I... I might not say no."

"What else are you interested in?" you went on.

"Well, I'd like to try, well," Mary's voice dropped, even though what you knew she was about to say was both a common fantasy and one that plenty of people could fill now, "I'd really like it if the person also had a..." Her embarrassment was quite cute and your dick stirred watching it spread across her face.

"Had what?" you prompted.

"A huge cock," she said quietly.

"Mary, there's probably at least a dozen people in this bar with tits and a dick, and I know for sure there's someone here with massive tits and a huge dick. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Mary's head perked up and you gently placed a hand on her wrist, guiding her arm under the table. "It's OK. You can feel it."

Mary's hand crept toward your leg, and you allowed her to brush up against the bulge in your jeans. Her eyes went wide when she realized what she was touching, how close to your knee it was, and how aroused you were--or weren't.

"Like what you feel?" you asked.

Mary nodded silently, still hesitantly touching the phallic bulge, not quite believing that you were still letting her do so.

"Want to see it?" you went on.

Mary's eyes met yours. "You'd... We've only just met."

"Maybe I'm looking for someone to share it with," you said by way of explanation.

"Um," Mary said.

"I don't mind taking this to go if you want to head back to your place for something more... private," you suggested. Packing up food to go was another added convenience; anyone could temporarily store an unfinished meal, then retrieve it within a reasonable time limit to finish it, as fresh as it was when they put it away.

"Why my place?" Mary asked. You'd taken a huge bite of your burger so it took you a moment to respond. The programmers had not implemented a way to talk intelligibly around a mouthful of food, unfortunately.

"My sisters are living with me, and I thought you might want your first experience to be a little more private. If you live on your own," you added as if an afterthought; you already knew the answer.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do." You knew people were already adjusting to divulging such information much more freely now that crime was impossible, or so everyone thought, anyway.

Of course, anyone capable of committing crimes would undoubtedly know such things without being told, as you had.

"Well, I'm ready to leave when you are." Your adjustments to Mary's personality ensured that she'd be curious enough to agree to have you over.

Mary nodded, but made no move to leave, so you took another bite of your burger. Food stayed at its ideal temperature in the simulation; your fries weren't getting cooler or soggier sitting untouched.

You took in the rest of the crowd again as you munched on your meal, taking notes on other people you might want to visit at some point. You'd wanted someone like Mary--normal appearance, but sexually open--for your first experience, but given that you could see a number of elves, some feline-adapted people, a pair of taurs, a lamia and even a drider, you were certainly going to try something with some of them another time.

It was amusing seeing the varied reactions from the other patrons to those who were clearly down to fuck, particularly among those who just wanted a normal life. You weren't going to consider someone a target just because they were curious to know what it might be like to be impaled on a gigantic horsecock now that they'd seen one, though. If they went through with it, on the other hand, that'd be another matter.

When your mug was empty, your burger long since finished, and your fries down to the last few in the pile, Mary said, "Hey, uh, Katelyn, I'm ready to go. If you are," she added.

"Your place?" you confirmed again.

"Yeah, sure. My place."

The walk was, of course, pleasant. Neither of you had decided to take off any clothes, so you could simply walk out and head for Mary's place, which wasn't far from the bar. Mary told you that she'd just graduated from nursing school and was looking for a job when the news of the impending asteroid impact broke, which meant that she'd have to find a whole new line of work since illness, injury and the like weren't an issue for humanity now.

"I'm sure they'll find something for people like you," you said. "There's a lot of people in the same boat as you, after all."

"Yeah, I know," Mary said as she opened her apartment building's front door and closed it behind you. "Just, y'know, nursing was my dream job, and now that dream's pretty irrelevant."

You shrug. After all, you didn't have much to say to that. Your dream had come wildly true.

When you were safely inside Mary's apartment, sitting on comfortable chairs facing each other, you said, "So, what do you want to see first?"

"Um, well," Mary said, still flustered. Her libido was certainly heightened and her curiosity was piqued, and she felt safe knowing that you couldn't go any farther than she wanted you to, but even so some old instincts would take a while to go away. The idea of having someone who was basically a total stranger undress in front of her, and not at a strip club, without the possibility of anything going farther, was something she, and everyone, would have to get used to. "How about your breasts? I kinda want to see what really big ones like yours look like now." She blushed a little; you could tell that she had on occasion enjoyed looking at images of porn stars with fake tits as big as yours were.

You peeled off your top. You weren't wearing a bra, so your breasts slightly bounced as they were freed from the constriction of your shirt. There was only minimal sag, the massive orbs sitting firmly and proudly on your chest, easily bigger than your head. Your nipples jutted out, displaying your own arousal at the situation.

"Can I..." Mary hesitated.

"You can." You knew Mary wouldn't even have been able to ask if you weren't willing to let her touch your breasts.

She stroked the silky-smooth skin lightly, squeezing a little. "They're not like what I imagined they'd be like," she admitted. "But I only ever saw them this big, well, when they were implants."

"They're as real as anything else here is," you said, with a slight chuckle. Mary laughed a little as well as her hands started to play with your nipples just a bit.

"Can you, well," Mary said, squeezing your nipples to try to get across what she was too embarrassed to say aloud.

"Lactate? Sure." You turned on your milk production--the system carefully regulated how much milk someone could produce, given how much they'd eaten and drank recently, along with pregnancy--just enough so that a small drop leaked out onto Mary's finger.

She licked the milk off her hand. "That... wasn't something..."

"I think a lot of people are going to start doing things they never thought they'd do," you reassured her.

"I guess," she agreed, then visibly composed herself to ask something the old Mary would've never said. "So, um, can I see your, uh..." Breathing wasn't actually necessary in the simulation, but it still had a calming effect. "Penis?" she finished.

"My cock?" you said, much more easily--of course, it helped that you were the one with the fat dick in your pants. "Sure." You unzipped your jeans and easily shimmied out of them, your huge, protruding ass, in the simulation, posing no difficulty when it came to removing your clothes. Your shaft was already half-hard, which you knew Mary readily assumed was from the thrill of getting naked in front of her and maybe a bit from her small stimulation on your tits.

"It's... I'd never seen..." Mary's eyes were drawn to the tool.

"Having one this big back on Earth would've posed problems," you said, chuckling again. "Up here, at least among those of us who really did a number on our new bodies, I'd be surprised if I were that far above average." You were above average, but not by much.

Mary didn't ask this time if she could stroke it; she just started in on it, the simulation automatically allowing her to do so. It quivered under her touch, but since she wasn't ready for anything further, you let the simulation's safeguards prevent you from leaking any precum.

"Y'know, back on Earth, I didn't get naked on the first date." Your voice again carried a hint of amusement.

"Oh. Well, um..." Mary was embarrassed again.

"What's there to be afraid of?" you asked. "It's perfectly safe. Nothing will happen unless we both want it," you lied.

"I guess, yeah," she agreed, and her new personality again caused her to act differently as she removed her clothes. The old Mary would've asked you, politely, to put your own clothes back on, if not outright leave.

She was pretty enough. You knew her body was almost unchanged from what she'd had on Earth; all she'd done was trim a little fat and add a little muscle tone. She hadn't done anything like change the size of her breasts or ass.

"You're very pretty," you said.

"Oh, um, thanks," Mary said, sitting back down. Where before she had been curious about your dick, now she was averting her gaze from it, clearly embarrassed about how it was almost fully erect now that she was naked. You'd pushed her as far as she would willingly go, even with her altered personality.

"You should really show yourself off a little more," you went on, gesturing at the loose sweater and skirt she'd discarded.

"I... I think I'm fine as it is," Mary said.

"It's a pity you didn't give yourself bigger boobs. They'd look great on your frame."

"I think... I think you should..." Before Mary could finish the sentence, you had gotten out of your chair, went over to hers, put a finger over her lips.

"Leave? Is that what you were going to say?" You didn't let her give any response. "I don't think so."

Fear filled Mary's eyes, and then her expression changed further as she realized she shouldn't be feeling fear at all. There was nothing you could do beyond this--if you should even be able to do this--so she had no idea why every sense she had was sending alarm bells at her.

With a thought you sent both of you into Mary's bed. Her panic intensified but she couldn't do anything about it.

"I happen to prefer girls with massive boobs," you informed her, and altered her files to give her the huge rack you preferred. "All the better for titfucking."

Mary screamed, pointlessly. Nobody could hear either of you; your virus was giving the system false signals that everything was fine. Her screams only got louder as you pinched and pulled at her nipples, as you made her unable to shut off pain.

"Had you fucked anyone, been penetrated, before the upload?" you asked, then went on. "Don't bother answering, I already know. One time, your girlfriend used a strap-on on you. But you couldn't convince her to be uploaded, so she's dead now. Well, now you get the real thing." You leered down into her face, enjoying her terror at what should have been an impossible situation. "Feeling the way it's supposed to feel."

Mary's screams of terror became screams of mixed pleasure and pain as you ignored everything the system tried to do to stop you, not letting anything as trifling as hardcoded limits on activity get between you and your desires.