Alessia 'Lexi' Knight 42F [Bi, F2Fu, Futanari, Milf, Nympho, Cum, Lactation, ]

You are a forty-two year-old small business owner and proud single mother of two teens. A boy, nineteen, and a girl, eighteen. Their father is still around, things simply hadn’t worked out for either of you as a married couple, and while the friendship also had its rough patches, it is stable enough that you frequently visit or go out and chat a few times each month. You enjoy it, he’s a nice person. In the chaos of everything that happened, you aren’t sure what has happened to him these last few days. But you suppose you or your children will find him on the server eventually.

Speaking of which. You remember when you first put your children in front of an anime series. The art style had captured your attention, and often sat in with them when they watched the colorful explosions, exaggerated reactions, and the mystical elements. If your children hadn’t grown up, and they had other things to do with their mornings before school or evenings before bed, you could’ve kept your interest under control. But when they were off doing things on their own and having a mother sitting in was more embarrassing than not, you suddenly had a lot of free time on your hands.

The amount of Hentai you found was staggering. And that still wasn’t enough, so you picked up enough Japanese to glean the meanings of untranslated works. All to satisfy what at times felt an all consuming urge to reading about women with girthy fem-cocks hanging between legs fucking everything that moved and spraying their cum, breast milk, and other sexual fluids on every untouched surface as they were roughly fucked. Seeing the ecstasy on their faces as they used the unnatural tool always made you long to feel like that yourself. To achieve that kind of happiness by descending into depravity had never occurred to you before. And why should it have? It was impossible.

Until you were all supposed to be uploaded to the server. And humanity as everyone had known it would come to an end. So why not let the old you come to an end as well?

And when it came your turn to register and have your body scanned, you had done something otherwise unthinkable and seduced the doctor: It almost felt like you were him in the way you ferociously descended and to suck and drain his manhood like a cum-addicted bitch. After you were done, he kept his word and allowed you access to a developer version of the character customizer that let you go far beyond the regular and already broad limits. You were not the first person interested in creating a futanari, but absolutely the most eager, and he uploaded his avatar’s contact information before handing the reins to you.

As you started to create your character, you kept swirling your tongue around inside your mouth to keep the taste of his cum constantly at the forefront. It tasted awful and salty, but that sticky feeling as it mixed with your saliva was absolutely indescribable and kept your mind a pink and lustful haze. So, that was why you first altered your sense of taste and smell, then gave yourself a long tongue and pair of full lip cushions perfect for wrapping around a cock, kissing a pussy, or latching onto a nipple so you could extract all that yummy cum.

You continued with the rest of your face and skin. Adding a richly glossy and deep tan to contrast with your long and blonde hair. Proceeding to soften and rounding the features of your face until you were as cute and adorable as a sweet cupcake dipped in a milky chocolate glaze while still carrying a hint of your age, a real MILF. The doctor told you that, once inside, you could make certain cosmetic adjustments through a menu, like the sort you might find in a game and included stuff like an inventory too, so you didn’t linger on the makeup and once you were satisfied you went to the eye section. There you went with expressive purple irises and practically glowing pink heart-shaped symbols pupils inside. Hopefully the latter would hint at what kind of woman you were and attract any likeminded perverts.

Next came your body. The doctor helpfully explained that weight didn’t exactly matter in the same way. Everyone would still have it, in a sense, to help the mind adjust and feel normal but you could be wide as a truck and still experience the world as if you only weighed 120 lbs with the correct choices. So, without any regrets and with a hungry eagerness, you grew your soft and malleable breasts until they were hanging outside either side of your chest and were taking up half of your plush and supple hourglass-shaped torso. The absolutely massive pair would be able to devour any cock that dared to come between them. Unless they rather wanted to play with your large fuckable and lactating nipples that were swallowed up by your tit flesh, that is.

Your anus more closely resembled, and would feel like, a second pussy as you finished with after having made sure your ass and thighs were wide enough to match the rest of the proportions of your body. As for in the front, you first toggled on squirting and upped the amount of juices you produced, having done the same with your milk and saliva too, then made sure the interior was lush, stretchy, and able to accommodate almost any kind of cock or other insertions. With your labia full and engorged on the outside to better keep whatever enters you wrapped tightly and sealed, and make quite the impression on any form-fitting clothes you’d be wearing.

Absolute last came the cock. You spent a worrying amount of time to ensure the thick and huge bitchbreaker would live up to its name, fuzzing with its curve, and foreskin, and glans until the very sight of it on the 3D model made you salivate. When fully extended, you would easily be able to reach down and suck the head while giving yourself a paizuri. Because you hadn’t spent all that time on your tits and mouth not to be able to experience both for yourself. And since not everyone would alter their sense of taste, you altered the truly endless amounts of cum your balls could churn out at will into something anyone could like if they were willing to give it a try. Possibly even finding it addicting. A toggle allowed you to keep the cock in ‘storage,’ when not in use.

You had finally made your avatar:

It had been strangely exhausting and mentally draining experience, so as you left and said goodbye to the doctor who looked like he was considering some things you barely paid any thought to how you’d be able to explain to your children what their mother would look like and why after you all uploaded yourself in a week. Come to think of it, they had been very evasive about their new bodies too, and you hadn’t extracted much from either of them.