The calm

Tina's eyes went wide as you stepped out of the portal only a fraction of a second after you'd left.

"How'd you get her to grow those?" she asked you, fixated on Isabel's two titanic cocks, the ceiling having jumped higher to avoid damaging it.

"She said I'm too shy to have a dick in public," Isabel replied.

"I wanna be inside that," Tina said, her tail wriggling eagerly.

Isabel looked at you but you just shrugged, lying down on a couch and giving yourself a second body, riding yourself cowgirl while your other dick was pushing through your cleavage and into your mouth.

The alien woman got rid of one of her titanic shafts but the other doubled in size, the room rearranging itself further to accommodate. Despite its being solidly erect, the simulation's physics made it easy for her to lay it flat along the ground so that Tina could wriggle tail-first into the urethra, pulling herself in until only her head stuck out of Isabel's cockslit.

"Mmm, warm and cozy," Tina said. "Just what my tail likes."

"Want some help getting her out of there?" you offered.

"CANNONSNAKE!" Tina shouted excitedly.

"Nah, I think I'll leave her in here for the time being," Isabel said, altering her anatomy so that Tina would be unable to push herself out. Letting her dick spring back up, Isabel enhanced Tina's sense of vertigo and smirked as the lamia vomited onto her cockhead.

"Do that again," Tina said, but Isabel just sat down, letting her massive nutsack dangle off the chair.

"Doing that stuff with Kiera and Mona was fun," she said, ignoring her passenger, "but I'm not really cut out for being dominant like that, Katey. So, can you just start using me, please?"

You busted your twin loads before banishing your second body. "Need to be my subby cumrag again?" you said, teasingly.

"Yes," Isabel said. "Fuck me, yes."

--

A few months later you were plowing Isabel doggy-style on the single bed in the suite the three of you shared when Tina's voice interrupted, yelling from the main area.

"Hey, Katey, you should come see this!"

Irked at the interruption, you accessed Tina's mind-chip and saw that it was just a news report.

Knowing that could wait, since you could just recall it from the simulation's public records like anyone could, though you didn't need an access terminal to do it, you spent another minute or so fucking Isabel's virtual brains out before teleporting downstairs and taking Tina's place on the couch, unceremoniously moving her so that she was fellating you.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm in the middle of fucking the ambassador," you chided. The news report was still ongoing, though nearly finished, and you scanned back to the start and rapidly absorbed what had been said.

"The governing council today announced a change to the bodily transformation policy after extensive and prolonged public pressure," the newsreader said. "In order to accommodate those people who have, since the upload, determined that they would prefer a body corresponding to a different gender, the ban on changing one's physical sex after the first change has been lifted. However, as there is some fear that this may strain the processing power of the servers maintaining our existence, it was further determined that going forward all requested body alterations, including the initial adulthood one, would be chosen by lottery, though applicants will have a higher chance of success the longer their request remains to be selected."

A montage showing the process played, and then the newsreader came back on screen, putting down his notes. "It was determined that this compromise would be the best received and balance the needs of maintaining the simulation with the quality of life of its inhabitants. Our next topic today..."

Isabel wandered down the stairs and flopped into her preferred seat. "It's not actually about the people they're saying it's about, is it."

"Of course not. There were a bunch of idiots at the upload who didn't really get the whole 'you can't change these parts later' bit and did stuff for shits and giggles and regret it now, way more than people who actually need this."

"You going to change it?" she asked. Tina tried to offer an opinion but the simulation altered her attempts at speech into unintelligible noises due to her mouth being full of your hard dick.

You sighed. You'd so far refrained from altering public policy but you couldn't help but be irritated by the real motives behind this change, especially since Sam, Alex and Drew had all put a great deal of thought into their new bodies. You admitted to yourself that you hadn't so much, but you had also been confident that your virus would make such limitations irrelevant for you, as indeed they were.

There were, of course, other hackers in the sim who offered such services, but word had gotten around that going to them was a dicey proposition at best.

"Yeah," you decided, altering the public record so that the newscast reflected what you'd prefer the policy to be. "Still a lottery, but the people who need it, high priority. People who just want to try something and maybe go back, medium priority, especially if they ask for a temporary change to begin with. People who have regrets about a prior change? Fuck 'em, almost no chance." You thought for a moment. "Oh, and people can also put in requests for transformative gifts to give to others, medium priority, guaranteed to know if you're successful or not a month before the specified date for the gift. Everyone gets one request every four weeks. Probably going to fine-tune that later."

You promptly broke your own rules by putting in for three requests and rigging the lottery to make sure you won.

"Hypocrite," Isabel chided.

"You know it's just for show."

"They'll accept them?"

"I already tweaked their minds so they would."

"Am I invited?"

"Always."

--

Some months later you and Isabel stood, buck-naked and erect, right behind your twin sisters, also completely naked, as they looked up the short aisle as the equally naked and erect Drew made his way up to the officiant's lectern. His older brother Eric walked at his shoulder as best man, his breasts bouncing, his cock hard and his pussy dripping at the thought of what was soon to happen.

Certain social taboos had gone out the window in the years since humanity had been transformed into a virtual species, and so there was nothing wrong with Sam, Alex and Drew all getting married.

The wedding was a relatively small ceremony, mostly family other than Tina and Isabel, whom you'd "convinced" your sisters to have as their other maid of honour. On one side of the aisle sat the parents, neither yours nor Drew's all that comfortable with being naked even now, instead wearing formal clothing of the type that back on Earth everyone in attendance would have been wearing to such an occasion.

On the other side was Tina, her tail curled beneath her, and Drew's siblings and their partners. His best man's boyfriend Frank shot Eric a thumbs up, while his younger brother John and his girlfriend Gabrielle weren't paying much attention, given that Gabrielle was sitting on John's lap and bouncing on his cock.

His oldest sister, Wendy, was relatively poised, only going so far as to give her husband Nolan a handjob while he gently fingered her cunt, but his next oldest sister Jennifer was every bit as wrapped up with her girlfriend Hannah as John and Gabrielle were. Finally, his youngest sister Penelope was pounding her boyfriend Benjamin's and her girlfriend Victoria's asses with her twin cocks, her breasts, which were larger than Sam and Alex's but not quite as big as yours, flying wildly as she did so.

That sort of thing had become standard at weddings, supposedly to put the happy newlyweds in the mood. In reality it was just another excuse to fuck in public, though like all nude weddings this one took place in a sex park as an outdoor adult-only space.

"And do you, Drew Smith," the officiant, who wore casual but skimpy clothing, asked, "take Samantha Mills and Alexandra Mills to be your lawfully wedded wives?"

"I do," he said.

"Then I declare you wife, husband and wife," the officiant concluded. "You may fuck the brides."

There was a smattering of applause and then the "gifts" you'd ordered kicked in. Your sisters and their husband smiled, as you'd made sure they would, as Sam and Alex found themselves resting on four gigantically massive boobs, facing away from Drew and toward yourself and Isabel, and Drew lined up his four large cocks with their pussies and anuses.

Eric gave a slight nod of his head to Frank, who came up to join them, and soon enough you and Isabel were fucking Sam and Alex's mouths, while Drew pounded their other holes. Eric shoved his own shaft up his brother's butt, Drew leaning into his best man's ample bust, while also taking his boyfriend's in his own.

Drew's other siblings and their partners came up as well, whether it was Penelope fucking you and Isabel with her two cocks, or some of the others coming up to have a suckle at any of the fourteen huge breasts in the main part of the orgy. Meanwhile the parents looked increasingly uncomfortable with what was going on, but they knew that for those who had fully embraced the new possibilities of the simulation, this was nothing all that ****. Tina had already slithered over and curled herself up at the base of the whole affair, basking in the warmth the simulation determined should be produced by all the strenuous activity.

Still, it wasn't long before your parents took their leave and the officiant departed, but the orgy went on for hours afterward, though you surreptitiously transferred it to your private suite in the local stadium so that Tina could watch the game that evening.

--

You were just about to sit down to a pleasant dinner Tina had prepared when Isabel froze the simulation in its tracks and, without saying anything, derendered her virtual body. Her mind-chip was still active, though, and you knew she was in the small space you rarely used when you wanted to have a properly real body for a little while.

Joining her, you sat down on one of the fabric-covered chairs, facing her. You didn't like coming here, having rarely done so in the three years since Grzoht and Izalbt had come and provided you with all this new technology. It was still a bit too much of a pain to produce a physical body with tentacles akin to those you had in the simulation, and you had simply become too used to having them to be comfortable giving them up for any length of time.

"What's up?" you asked. Izalbt rarely used this space, either, and her body wasn't her human guise, but rather the near-human form she'd had when you first met.

"Katey, there's something that I need to tell you," she said.

You nodded.

"It's been three years since I got here," she said, starting with an obvious fact. "I'm getting a bit worried about what the diplomatic council will say about my position here."

"I take it this is longer than they usually take?"

"Yeah. And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but... well, if they recall me, I'll have to go."

"We always knew that was a possibility."

"But it might also mean losing your defences. The station's a sitting duck without them."

"I know. But that was always the case; this was just a temporary reprieve."

"A 'temporary' reprieve that's lasted most of the time that you've been here," Izalbt pointed out. "One that's kept you from being wiped from existence."

"It's a risk we all accepted," you assured her again.

"But it's not one that I want you to have to accept again," Izalbt said. "I've... been thinking a lot, about what I want to do. And, well, I may have been born in the T'nin simulation, grown up there, trained there, but I've never felt more at home than I have here, with you." She took a deep breath. "This is my home now, Katey, every bit as much as it is yours. I've been trying to deny it, but it's true. This is where I belong, and the thought of being recalled..." She trailed off as tears ran down her cheeks.

You waited as she took a few deep breaths around wracking sobs before continuing. "If they recall me I'll have to go. And I'm only a Third Ensign; the chance that I'll be allowed to stay, for any reason, is remote at best. And they could turn up any day now."

"Then that'll be goodbye," you said. "Again, I always accepted that."

"But I don't," Izalbt said, her voice tinged with fierceness. "I won't. I love you, Katelyn Mills. I want to spend the rest of my existence with you. My entire mind-code is shot through with love and devotion and adoration. You dominate my binary. Every passing moment makes it more difficult for me to think of anything other than you. I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of time, and to hell with what my superiors have to say."

She stood up and got down on one knee, taking out a black velvet box and opening it to reveal a gold cockring set with a glittering diamond. "Katelyn Mills, will you marry me?"