Somebody.... in VR

You shouldered through the front door with a box under each arm and dropped them on the kitchen counter, sweat rolling down your neck as you caught your breath. Two matte-black boxes. Carrie came around the corner in a sports bra, her hair still wet.

"Oh my GOD. Oh my god, babe, they're here, they're HERE!"

She kissed your cheek without breaking stride, snatching a box off the counter. You slid her a knife from the drawer, letting her slit the tape and pull the flaps open in one motion. The NeuralDive Pro sat inside, matte black and heavy. A chunky faceplate lined with thousands of tiny neural sensors, metal strips along the sides for the contacts, and a visor so glossy you could see yourself in it. Under the headset, a fat USB cable and a booklet.

Carrie held hers up over her head with both hands. "We're going IN, babe." She set it down. "Gotta pee first. Don't you DARE start without me."

You grabbed the USB cable from the box and plugged your headset into the laptop. The laptop's terminal spat COMPLETE after four seconds.

You grabbed both headsets. Carrie met you in the bedroom, already climbing onto the pillows. You lay down beside her, her arm warm against yours. Visor down, and the bedroom vanished. The headset hummed against your skull while the neural contacts mapped your biology.

The firmware had leaked on 4chan three days ago. The whole thread was pulling apart the identity verification module, but you'd read the boot sequence instead and found a race condition: eleven milliseconds where the calibration buffer sat unprotected while the USB connection was already live. Your fifty-three lines fired through that window, corrupting the baseline before the protection kicked in. Every biometric check defaulted to UNVERIFIED.

A line of text blinked in the dark: NEARBY HEADSET DETECTED. SYNCING.

Warm air hit your skin. Dirt shifted under your bare feet as a flat plateau materialized around you, stretching toward a pale purple sky.

Carrie spawned ten feet away.

"Oh shit." She looked down at her hands, turning them over. "Tony, I can feel the ground. I can feel the air. Oh my god this is insane."

Two popups floated in the air, one for each of them, white text hovering above their heads.

Carrie's read: BIOLOGICAL SEX VERIFICATION — FEMALE. VERIFIED. AVATAR OPTIONS: FEMALE ONLY.

"Female only? Seriously?" She tilted her head to read it. "Oh wait, I think I remember reading that your avatar has to match your real body? Something about not wanting people to fake who they are in full-dive." She focused on the dismiss option and the text vanished. "So no pretending you're six-foot-four with a horse cock if you're actually a short king."

She turned toward you and noticed the popup floating near your head.

Your popup read: BIOLOGICAL SEX VERIFICATION — UNVERIFIED. AVATAR OPTIONS: ALL.

And underneath: BODY PROPORTION LIMITS — UNVERIFIED. LIMITS: NONE.

"HEY." She walked right up to you, jabbing her finger at the floating text. "Why does yours say all?" Her eyes narrowed. "Tony, why does yours say ALL??"

"I may have flashed the firmware while you were in the bathroom."

"And you didn't TELL me??" She punched your arm, already grinning, the fake outrage draining out of her before she even finished the sentence. "Good. You needed a new face anyway."

"Okay, rude."

"I'm kidding. Kind of." She went quiet for a second.

"Wait wait wait." She grabbed your arm. "That means you can play as a girl, right?"

"Technically, yeah—"

"Babe. BABE." She gripped tighter. "Remember when you said you wanted to watch me get fucked? Like, babe, if a guy stands next to me, every dude in the room will think he's my boyfriend. But if you're a girl? My hot friend? Every guy in the tavern's gonna come straight for us."

"Huh." You hadn't thought of it like that. "That's actually—"

She kissed you.

"Okay okay okay we need to start building you right now."

Between them, a column of soft white light pulsed once, and two figures materialized inside it. Copies of them: Tony's scan on the left, Carrie's on the right, every detail intact. Menus of floating text and sliders circled each figure in the air.

Race and class came first.

Carrie walked up to her figure and tapped the floating text. "Sylvan Elf. Cleric." She looked back at you. "I heard healers are the easiest to play, so."

You walked to yours and found your own body waiting. The sex toggle read MALE. You tapped FEMALE, watching your shoulders narrow and hips widen. You tapped Warrior.

Carrie drifted over to your model. "Let's make you hot, Tony."

The sliders floated in the air around the model like a translucent dashboard, and you caught the height slider and yanked it. Five-seven. Five-ten. Six feet. Six-two.

The model stretched upward until it towered over both of you.

"She's a big bitch." Carrie craned her neck to look up at the model's face. "Keep going."

You dragged the build slider past Athletic, past Muscular. The model thickened everywhere, shoulders and thighs packing on mass while veins cut along her forearms. The hips kept their width through all of it.

"Oh fuck." Carrie circled the model, running her hand along its hip as she came around. "She's a tank."

You softened the face into round cheeks, full lips, an upturned nose. Dragged the eye color to an electric green.

You picked black on the hair color.

"No, not black." Carrie dragged it past brown, past dark red, stopping on warm auburn. She set the skin to porcelain white next, dialing freckles across the model's shoulders until they bloomed over her cheeks, her nose, up over the tops of her massive tits.

"See? Auburn with the freckles." She was already reaching for the chest sliders. She grabbed one and dragged.

The default sat around a C on the muscular frame. She blew past D, F, G, kept going into H, I, J until the tits looked like they'd been glued onto the ribcage.

"Okay no, those look fake as hell." She dragged back through I, H, slowing around G. "Those are fucking perfect."

She clipped the wrong slider on her way to the next one, narrowing the model's shoulders to half their width.

"Shit— how do I—"

"Shoulders, not that one."

"I see it, I see it." She found it, dragging the shoulders back to width. "Okay. That didn't happen."

She moved around to the ass and started building, layering softness over her glutes until it sat round and thick on the frame. She cupped one cheek and squeezed, watching it bounce back.

"Too jiggly." She dialed the firmness up, squeezing again. "There. That's a good ass. All that's left is to name her."

You thought VALERIA into the name field above the model's head.

"Hot." Carrie looked at the name, then tugged at the model's default outfit. "Shame we can't see what's under all this."

"Actually..." You thought OPEN CONSOLE. The green-on-black terminal popped up in your vision, invisible to Carrie. Three commands: disable clothing layer, enable hidden customization panels, apply.

The outfit dissolved off the model and new sliders materialized around her crotch.

"Oh my— wait, is that— holy shit, there they are." Carrie crouched in front of the model, face close to Valeria's pussy. "How did you—"

"Console command. The sliders were always there, just hidden."

"Now do mine."

You thought OPEN CONSOLE again, targeting her headset. Same commands. Across the plateau, Caelynn's outfit dissolved off the elf.

Carrie dragged the nipple shape slider until they engorged into fat puffy nubs. She scrolled the color past pink into a warm light brown that sat right against the freckled skin.

She built the outer lips thick and puffy, the inner ones protruding past them, folds visible even with the model's legs together. The clit swelled until it poked out from the hood, fat and prominent.

Then she cranked VAGINAL LAXITY. The canal loosened, the opening widening into a soft gape between the thick lips.

"Carrie, what the fuck."

"What? She's been around." She gave Valeria a thick copper-red bush, full and wild, matching the auburn waves.

Then the asshole. She cranked ANAL LAXITY until the sphincter softened into a slight permanent gape.

She stepped back to look at the whole model, then smacked one of the massive tits with her open palm, sending it swinging into the other one. She shoved her face between them, coming up laughing with tears on her cheeks.

"Okay I need to..." She dropped to her knees in front of the model and leaned in, dragging her tongue from asshole to clit through the thick red bush.

She rocked back, smacking her lips, nose wrinkling.

"Ugh. Sweaty and sour, and the ass is a whole different story." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked up at the model's crotch. "Babe, you seriously need to wash up down there. That's NASTY."

"Did you just— you just licked a character model."

"I just licked YOUR pussy, technically." She stood up, grinning, spitting off to the side.

The sensitivity settings caught your eye next. HAPTIC INTENSITY: thirty percent.

"I wanna actually feel what this body feels like." You dragged it to seventy-five.

SQUIRT RESPONSE sat underneath. Volume: 10ml. ****: 7.

Carrie reached past you. "If you really wanna know how it feels..." She dragged volume to 150 and **** to 10.

"Carrie."

"What? You said you wanted to feel it."

The voice settings floated near the model's head, the preview coming out low and a little rough from the frame. Underneath sat INVOLUNTARY VOCALIZATION. Volume: 70dB. Trigger zones: PRIMARY.

Carrie lowered the volume to 40 and dragged trigger zones from PRIMARY to ALL.

"Wait, you're turning it DOWN?"

"I don't want you embarrassed every time some dude brushes your ass at the bar, babe." She tapped the preview. Low and filthy, barely above a whisper.

"Okay, I sound like a whore." You reached for the slider.

She smacked your hand away. "Oh relax, it's barely on. Only one who's gonna hear it is me when you're testing that out." She nodded at the sensitivity slider.

You shrugged, leaving it where she set it. She leaned into you, forehead against your chest. "I love you. Thanks for being weird with me."

"I love you too."

"Okay." She pulled back. "My turn."

Your console command had already stripped the Sylvan Elf bare, her scanned body rendered in elf proportions with pointed ears and luminous skin. She swapped her brown hair for silver that fell all the way to her ass, changing her eyes to a crazy dark purple straight out of anime.

The proportion lock kept everything close to her real build, but she bumped her tits up a cup and squeezed her waist by two centimeters, nudging her ass a bit rounder.

"Caelynn," she said, thinking the name into the field above the elf's head. "Pretty, right? It's like Carrie but elf."

She paused at her own model, touching the silver hair. "She's really pretty," she said quietly, running her fingers through it. Then she shook it off and went back to the sliders.

She scrolled through nipple shapes until she landed on long and pointed with small pale areolas. She kept her pussy tight and neat, easing the clit back under its hood until just a sliver showed, inner lips barely parting. She dragged body hair to zero, running her thumb across the smooth result. She left her asshole small and tight, set her sensitivity to moderate, and scrolled past the moan settings entirely, stepping back from the model with her arms crossed.

Both models stood naked in the creation void, twenty feet apart. Valeria towered on the left. Caelynn glowed on the right.

Carrie turned to you, grinning.

She bit her lip.

"Ready, babe?"

A floating prompt pulsed between the two models: FINALIZE AND ENTER AETHERMERE?

You thought YES. Carrie thought YES.

The creation void shattered. The plateau cracked and fell away into white, and for one heartbeat there was nothing, no ground, no body, no self.

Then your feet hit dirt.

Packed earth pressed under your leather boots while wind caught your auburn waves and whipped them across your face. The chestplate strained with every breath, tits pulling forward under the leather, warm and heavy, swaying when you moved. Your pussy pressed warm against the leather between your thighs, every step sending a jolt through your hips.

Next to you, a silver-haired elf opened her violet eyes, sucked in a breath, and Carrie's voice came out of her mouth.

"Oh, FUCK."