Chapter 1 - Bugs


 It was lonely out here without Johnny. 

 Of course, the real Johnny died decades before she was even born. All I’m missing is an engram. A ghost. Fucking malware. 

 V sipped from her drink and slouched in the lounger in her office. She should’ve been happier. Hearing about all those legends growing up, all she had wanted to be one of them herself. And that was exactly where all of this had taken her. Running Rogue’s club. V of the Afterlife. 

 The one person right now that nobody in Night City would have dared fuck with. There were kids right now on the streets that would grow up hearing stuff about her the same way she grew up hearing about Johnny Silverhand and the rest. 

 So why does it feel like shit? 

“Boss?” 

 V glanced to the door and saw the massive merc standing there, dreads coming down his sculpted and tattooed arms. She hadn’t even noticed the door open. “Some boys out here asking if you got time for a meet.” 

 Time? No, that was exactly the one thing she didn’t have. “Tell them to fuck off. They’ll come back if they’re that motivated.” 

 He nodded briskly and closed the door. 

 V got up and went over to the mirror, half-expecting to spot Johnny in the reflection behind her. In appearance alone she looked as good as ever, but that meant jack shit. In three or four months she would be dead, and there was nothing to stop it. 

 The last thing to figure out was how to go out. What kind of blaze of glory was possible when she already stood on top of the rest? But maybe this fucked-up city can shit out something by then. 

 V decided to go for a ride and got her car. She took her time doing a tour of Night City, watching the streets for anything interesting. After about an hour of going around by herself, she brought her car back to the apartment and got inside the elevator. 

 Some fat guy stood there, looking terrified as soon as she got in. He lowered his gaze, pushing back his long greasy hair, his face greasy and puffy. V gave him a second to press wherever he wanted to go; but since he was doing nothing, she just pressed it herself.

“You’re V, right?” he said in a voice that cracked upon reaching her name. 

“Nah,” she said. “Just like her look, that’s all.” 

 As the elevator doors opened, V took the first step out and felt his hand gripping her wrist. Her instincts kicked in immediately and slammed a fist that sent him down to the floor. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she barked. 

 Kneeling, the fat creep coughed and croaked out, “Wait,” while grabbing her ankle.

 V pulled out her gun and pointed it towards his head. “If you know who I am then you should know better than this. What a fucking way to go.” As her eyes traced over his disgusting slob body, she noticed that his hoodie was covered in stains. “Not that it’s much of a waste,” V added. 

 Her finger moved along the trigger. Since he wasn’t an actual threat, she stayed her shot, genuinely curious what would cause such retardation. The heap of fat took a ragged breath and lifted itself into a sitting position. “You’re dying.” 

 How does he know that? V smirked confidently. “Unless this bullet’s going to magically go the other way, you might reconsider.” 

“Listen, my dad used to work for…” He pursed his parched lips. “Actually, it doesn’t matter. But I can fix you. I swear that I can.” 

“Bullshit,” she snapped, but a part of her brain was desperate enough to catch onto the string of hope. “You don’t look like a ripperdoc.” 

“I’m not. I’m not anything.” 

“You’ll be dead in a couple of minutes. Start talking.” 

 V could hear footsteps and saw some woman in a yellow-coat and blue shades approaching. She pointed the gun at her face and waved her back. “Elevator’s malfunctioning.” 

 The woman stopped dead in her tracks, looked down the barrel of the gun, then quickly ran the other way, her heels clacking loudly. 

 V kicked the nerdy-looking fuck and pushed the gun right into his fat face. “Talk.”

 He winced and his acned jawls jiggled. “Never having to worry again. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

“Alright, so what’s the catch here? You can’t be stupid enough to think you can fool me, right?”

“I swear I can make you okay. I swear.” 

“What’s the cost of that, hmm?” 

 At that he lowered his face and went quiet. “I asked you a question, fattie.” V pushed the gun against his nose. “Say it.”

 The guy gulped. “I want… you.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I’ll fix you if you become my girlfriend. I’m a…” He panicked and could no longer finish his sentence. “I just need your help.” 

 V stood up and lowered her gun, laughing grimly. “What is this, some prank? Who put you up to this?” Her eyes scanned the area, but there was no sign of anything.

 But he wasn’t laughing. He slowly rose and stared into her eyes. “I guess I can just fix you anyway.”

 V narrowed her eyes, not sure what to believe. “Listen, guy, if you can fix me I’ll be whatever you want. But I’m finding it difficult to believe that. I’m going to give you one last chance. No guns. Nothing. If this was some terrible fucking mistake to make some easy money, just say you’re lying and walk away alive. You understand?” 

 The nerd raised his arms in exasperation. “I’m not lying!” 

“We’ll see. So, where do we go?” 

 

 V expected him to try and lead her into some deathtrap in Pacifica, but the fatso guided her to an apartment block not so far from her place. “I’m Bugs,” he said shyly. 

“I don’t give a shit about that,” V told her. “Not until you show me what you said is true.”

 There’s no way he can fix it, right? she kept asking herself, trying not to get too hopeful. Given her state of desperation, she was likely to follow any hook that could lead to some promise of salvation. She could almost hear Johnny talking from the backseat about how stupid it was to trust her safety to some fat creep. Yeah, I know. But at least he’s alive.

 V parked the car within reach of the entrance in case of an ambush and followed him in. “Our apartment’s at the top floor,” Bugs said. 

 The milf that opened the door was doing her hair, and V wondered for a moment if she was his wife, though the redhead was too good-looking for that. It was only when she patted the creep on the head that V realized the busty beauty was his mom. How did she give birth to a freak like this?

“You must be Bugs’ friend. Please, come in!”

 The guy led her into a room that was as big as it was filthy, and completely dark apart from the five different monitors bathing it in cool light. One of the screens, she saw, was showing porn, and the walls of the entire room were accompanied by display cases showing lewd figurines of different kinds, all locked away. If he put as much effort into his appearance as protecting these toys, he might’ve gotten somewhere.

 The mom got them drinks and gave him a kiss on his forehead, unconditionally loving despite the fatso’s rough appearance. V watched him sit down at his computer and wondered if this guy suffered from some kind of disability. He typed quickly and brought something up on screen. “See this?” 

 V glanced over but the look of the UI and the name of the software told her nothing. “This is what’s supposed to help me?”

“Thing’s encrypted. But I know the password. Once this baby gets into your brain, all your problems will go away.” 

 V still wasn’t sure whether to proceed or not. “And how do you know about all this? How do you know that this can help me, huh?”

“A gentleman never tells. Just trust me.” 

 Trust him? V could not imagine a less trustworthy figure. But what exactly did she have to lose? How badly could he fuck her up? Worst case scenario, she would be dying a few months early. What am I living for anyway? 

 Bugs scratched his face. “But first I’d like to, you know, see how committed you are.” He snorted back his own snot and wiped his nose. His mom was humming a happy tune in the hallway. “How about it?”

“The fuck are you asking for?”

 His beady eyes followed her body from her heels all the way up to her suit. “Is your body still all good under there? Can I see it?” 

“You begging to get a bullet in your brain, man?”

“Come on, you said a deal’s a deal! If you’re my girlfriend, then you have to help me.”

“With what?”

“With girlfriend stuff. I told you I’m… I’m a virgin,” he confessed, lowering his eyes with shame. 

 Fucking him. Unbelievable. To live in a world where a person could remake their bodies or take off into space, yet still dominated by the most primal instincts imaginable. Was there any wondering why all the tech out there couldn't make the world a better place? 

 V sighed. “Fine. Whatever. Just know that if you are lying, I’ll skin you. Not exaggerating.” 

 The corpo slowly unbuttoned her blazer and blouse and tossed them onto the bed, then unzipped the side of her skirt and got out of that as well. Nudity was nothing she ever had problems with, but as she stood half-naked in this weirdo’s room, getting creeped on by his ogling eyes, V felt slightly self-conscious.

“You look so amazing,” he said with a lecherous stare, his eyes unable to move away from her well-defined thighs.

“Anything else?” she snapped. 

 He stood up and reached towards her with a trembling hand. “I need to touch you. Please. Just a bit.” 

 There wasn’t really a chance to pull him back as he put his hands on her hips. As the fat fingers traced over her supple skin, V could hear him wheezing. There was an awkwardness to his movement that told her he probably hadn’t held a woman in his life, and as his hands came down to grope her ass his entire fat body shuddered with extreme anxiety. 

“Fuck, your ass is so nice.” 

 V shoved him back forcefully. “That’s enough.” 

 Bugs nearly tripped and fell, but he ended up awkwardly supported by the wall. Despite his huge size, V could see a significant rise in his crotch. A cock that large would’ve been big on anyone, but it was shockingly large on a guy this big already. Is that thing even real? she wondered. Probably stuffed it for effect. What a goddamned loser. A total momma’s boy.

 He quickly handed her a wire to pass into her skull and got behind the keyboard. “Okay, okay, wait…” 

 V felt anxious as she watched the progress bar on the screen. “If this fails…”

“It won’t,” he insisted. “It won’t.” 

 She wasn’t expecting to feel anything as it got to 100%. But in the moment the process finalized, a strange feeling came over her. V worried that it might be imagined, but it did feel like something changed. 

“That’s it?” she asked.

“That’s it. Now, you know. You’re my girlfriend.”

“I’m already fixed though, right? So why would I do anything you say?” 

 For the first time since they met, the look in his eyes and the sound in his voice was awfully threatening. “Because you said you would.” 

“I’ll come back in a week.” 

“What?!” 

“A week,” she repeated sternly, putting on her skirt. “If you’re right and this fixed me-”

“But you promised!”

“I’ll do whatever you say. And if not, well… Just pray.” 



 The desire to check herself over and over was constant. And yet, for all that V could see, she was feeling normal. Not dying normal, at least, which was good enough. And yet despite all this it was hard to convince herself to go back to that creep. Could just be it fixed itself, thought V hopefully. After all, what proof was there really that the fatso fixed her up? 

 But if it had been him, if it was his shitty little software that did the job, then who knew exactly what else he was capable of? The least safe thing was to go without fulfilling her part of the deal. Maybe he actually knew some stuff he wasn’t saying. I should look into the dad, if that’s the case. Could be a goldmine. 

 The halfway safe thing was to take care of him. And the safest option was to go through with what she promised. 

 I guess he did give me my life back. Supposedly. 

 After a few trips to the ripperdocs and a few encounters with dumbasses that thought the Afterlife was a playground without Rogue, V felt certain that she was back to her old self. That little shit, she thought, somewhat impressed. I guess I do owe him one. 

 V decided to give Bugs a call that evening and called him over to her apartment. Whatever happened, she would sooner it be without the creepy figures watching over her and the mother walking in. “I’ve been waiting for your call,” he said over the phone. The fatso sounded nervous enough that V really couldn't see this as the final step in some grand master plan. He’s just a horny fuck, that’s all. 

 While he was on his way, she took a long and relaxing shower, taking her sweet-ass time, imagining all the roads in front of her. This city is going to experience the real V soon enough. The Afterlife is nothing. She admired her lascivious body when she came out dripping wet, looking over the perfectly toned stomach, the strong legs, and the flawless full breasts that were even despite their considerable size. And most of it all natural. 

 V put on lotion and cream, feeling awkward at the thought of those fat hands going over her in less than an hour. For clothing she went with an elegant dress that was somewhere in between a slut’s gala outfit and the angular hardness of a business suit. The bottom part needed to be stretched to the fullest to cover her fat ass properly, leaving nothing of its eye-catching peach shape to the imagination. The top part went down her arms and up her neck, but left a cut for the cleavage that ran all the way down to the belly button, held together poorly by a flimsy lace at the neck. 

 I should’ve gotten a whip, V thought. Given how pathetic Bugs seemed, there might’ve been a chance to make him come just by kicking his ass into submission. Night City was full of beta degenerates like those. 

 Once he arrived, V headed over to the door and tossed her hair to the side, trying to put on a hardened look. Bugs stood there like some homeless bum, looking inside, gasping as soon as he saw her. “Woah!” 

 V saw his nostrils flare and she could tell the intoxicating scent of her perfume was already getting to him. “Come in.” 

 The obese nerd came inside, anxiously playing with the zipper of his hoodie. He was wearing a cap, and the moment he took it off she could see his sleazy hair falling down the sides of his hideous face, the top part of his scalp missing more hair than last time. Balding, too, huh? A walking tragedy. 

“You look great,” Bugs stated emphatically, constantly licking his lips . “The Queen of Night City.”

“Easy there, amigo,” said V, feeling his insane thirst. “Easy. Just to make this clear, but we’re not friends.”

“That’s true. You’re my girlfriend.” 

 V stared at him incredulously and chuckled darkly. Jesus, but he was dumb as fuck. His girlfriend? No, that wasn’t going to happen. This was a one-time only deal. Worst case scenario, V would just hire some nerd to talk to him in texts afterwards and roleplay. As the most powerful person in Nighty City, whether all the gangs wanted to accept it or not, she wasn’t about to become affiliated with some nerdy creep. To end up chained to this hideous freak after a lifetime of struggling to get to the top would’ve been a cruel and unfitting end. I didn’t climb to the top to be a dog. 

“Take off your clothes,” V ordered, snapping at him like a harsh boss. She crossed her arms and held her steely gaze. “Go on.”

“Me? But…” He gulped. “I was thinking you could do it and I could stay dressed.”

“Or we can cancel this whole evening. That’s fine by me.”

“No. No. No. Wait…” Bugs took a lungful of air and held it, then slowly exhaled. “Alright.” 

 As she watched him unzip his hoodie and take off the sweat-sodden tank top he wore underneath, V could understand why he was reluctant to take it off. All there was to his body was fat - a lot of fat covered in hair, with a hanging gut and disgusting mantits almost as big as her own. 

 His hands stopped at the pants. “I’m waiting,” she said. 

 V questioned whether to laugh at his tiny dick or suppress the desire. The deal had been worth it, but having to sleep with this ogre was still upsetting. Could make him kill himself and save myself the trouble. Could also get him to psycho out on me. Her gun was within arm’s reach, though.

 But as she watched the shorts come down, she was taken aback by the sight. Hanging down way past the middle of his thigh was one of the largest and thickest cocks she had ever seen. What the fuck? It wasn’t just for show?

“Is that thing real?” V blurted out. She was almost stunned. Whenever she expected a creep to be a small-dicked loser it usually turned out to be the case. Sadly, even tough guys she hoped would be well-endowed sometimes came up short. But this guy…

 Bugs took a step closer, the monster cock slapping against his thigh. V looked into his eyes, thinking of what to say. She felt so confident only moments before, but now it was like something short circuited. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He put his hands on her waist and her entire body grew tense. He was only inches away from her, close enough that the stench of his armpits and his sweaty ass scorched her sensitive nose, but also a hair's breadth away from feeling that dick against her tummy.

“You’re so strong too,” he added. “It really turns me on.”

 The fat hands went down from her waist to wrap around her amazing ass. “Fuck!” He grinned and gasped again, working her plushy cheeks between his fingers. “Your ass is god tier.” 

 V twitched anxiously. Afraid of losing control of the situation, she casually grabbed his dick. She was expecting him to overreact, but it was her own senses that burned with arousal once she felt the hot and sweaty flesh pumping blood against her palm. He’s so fucking big. What the hell?  

 Again she was starting to question if this was the most elaborate setup in the world. Or if maybe this whole thing was going on in her head. Maybe she was still up there in space, fucked up beyond imagination, dreaming up all this shit. 

 The toad face in front of her hovered in closer till his filthy lips pressed against hers. V shuddered but stood in place, feeling the massive cock throbbing in her hand. “You smell so good,” Bugs whispered. “I love you.” 

 His fingers lifted up the minidress and caressed her bare ass, kneading it confidently as they made out. V closed her eyes, trying to visualize anything but the ugly guy whose tongue was in her mouth. She had slept with so many studs that this was…

 What am I doing? she wondered. On a rational level, this was disgusting and she needed to stop. But the way he handled her was making her so horny that she just… She just couldn't oppose it. 

“You’re going to be my woman now.” He followed up the declaration with a humiliating spank to her ass that made her tremble. 

“Listen up…” Her tone was gentle. “I’ll just jerk you off this first time an-” 

 Bugs grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it apart, leaving her tits dangling out in the open. He passed his palms across her nipples, then grabbed them and gently squeezed them. V could feel the cock in her hand harden with every passing moment. A part of her was starting to wonder what it would feel like to experience it. That whole thing inside of her. Who would know anyway? And if they did, who would dare say anything? All she needed to do was get together a few of her guys and that would be that. Reality in Night City was ultimately based upon what you need to believe to survive.

 The nerd pulled the dress of her shoulders and tore it apart the rest of the way, leaving V naked along with him. “I’m going to use you like a whore.”

 The words made her feel giddy. “Why don’t you try?”

 Bugs shoved her hard and V tottered backwards onto her bed. She was lying there, naked, her ass up, looking back at him and his immense cock. Her nipples were so erect that she could feel a slight discomfort as they pushed against the sheets. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

 He waddled over and got behind her, slapping his dick against her butt. Then he rubbed it between her asscheeks, feeling her hard glutes holding it firmly. V pursed her lips and scowled at the thought of what she was about to do. Just looking at his body was a nightmare. But that dick…

 Despite him being a virgin, he seemed quite aware of what he was doing. Probably a few porn experiences too many. He slapped both her asscheeks again and grinned, then spread them wide as he pressed his pulsating cockhead against her pussy’s lips. 

 There was some resistance from the size, and V reached back and put her hand on his gut in order to ease him and try to instruct him on how to go about it. But the disgruntled freak rammed it in the next moment without a warning, tearing through her pussy’s defenses with a single thrust. 

 V gasped and grabbed onto the sheets, amazed by how huge it felt inside. Bugs grunted and put his hands on the bed for support, trying to clamber on top. He was so obese that he was already wheezing with exhaustion and dripping with sweat despite not doing anything. 

 The fatso got his knees over the bed and dropped his weight on top of her, grunting like a pig in her ear as his rolls of fat cascaded over V and overwhelmed her. Thankfully her modified body was strong enough to take it, though her pussy was far from used to this sort of abuse. 

“I love the way you smell,” he whispered, and licked her neck all the way up to her ear, starting to nibble on it. He was so heavy that he could barely stand to thrust so he just heaved his entire weight like a disgusting whale, getting the cock to grind her insides. 

 The combination of it all was making her so horny that she did not understand what was going on with her body. It was like he had unlocked some part of her that she never knew existed. All V wanted was to impale herself on that monster cock and forget about all her worries and troubles. Deep down, she liked to be a rebel. And what was more rebellious than fucking a guy this pathetic when she stood on top of the world. 

“Roll over,” she told him. Then she lifted herself up with all her strength and pushed him off, getting him to crash on his back on the rest of the bed. Despite the huge belly that jiggled with his every breath, it was the massive cock that rose from his body like a tower of raw muscle that interested her. 

 V crawled over and took it in her arms, kissing the underside. It smelled about as filthy as it actually was, and that just made it better. Just look at him. She traced her tongue from the balls all the way up to the tip, enjoying his groans of pleasure. Her tongue licked the precum that formed around his cock and was happy to find out that it was an amazingly sweet treat, just as one would expect from a cock this great despite the monstrosity it was attached to. 

“W-Wait,” Bugs stammered. “I’m sensitive there.” 

 V cackled grimly. “Should’ve thought about that before, fat boy.” 

 V sent her tongue under the foreskin and scooped up his disgusting smegma, watching his obese body shift as it jerked in response to how good it felt. Lucky fat fuck. He’s going to remember this for the rest of his life. It almost turned her on to imagine herself in his place and how amazing it must have felt to experience a girl as gorgeous as she was. 

 She crouched over him and angled his dick right beneath her pussy, then slowly dropped back onto the shaft. This time she did it with painstaking care, enjoying every inch, positioning herself perfectly so it would hit every sweet spot in the interior of her silky pussy. “You like that?” she teased. 

“I love you, V!~” Bugs cried out. He put his hands on her knees and lifted his head to make eye contact. “I love you.” 

“I love your cock. Should’ve told me you were this big. I might’ve just fucked you from the start.” V gave him a wink and it turned him on enough that she could feel the mad throbbing inside of her. 

 Her pussy slid down all the way to the base of his dick and V tilted her head back and moaned. Fuck, it’s so good. Seriously?  

 No longer feeling any shame, she began to fuck herself with his dick, moving up and down elegantly. His fat hands grabbed onto her tits and kneaded them as she rode him, the sounds of her wet pussy getting so loud that they drowned out their moans. 

 V turned the other way and gave him a view of her ass as she rode him, clapping her ass as she smashed into his big cock. “You like that?” 

 His strong fingers gripped her firm asscheeks and smacked them. “I love it.” 

 The contrasts between their body could not have been greater. Her perfectly toned and tanned body with all the right curves looked so perfect that it could’ve been designed in a lab. Her partner was an ogre that was an example of the worst humanity could become, barely able to move even to fuck. 

 Though he had been gentle so far, he suddenly slapped her ass hard enough that it was no longer play. “Go faster,” Bugs ordered. “Faster, you fucking slut!” 

 No other man had talked to her that way, and V would’ve never allowed it. But this time she bit her lip and followed her orders, even adding a quiet, though sort of ironic, “Yes, sir.” 

 As she slammed down on his balls and hammered her insides with his shaft, he spread her ass wide enough to get a look at her untouched asshole. “I’m going to fuck all of you in time. You’ll see.” 

 Assplay was one of those things she was fine with when it came with others but which she never would’ve done herself. So why was the thought of this abomination ruining her ass already exciting her?

 V was getting so hot that she knew she was close to coming. She squeezed her own nipples and grinded in every direction as she sat on his dick, her toes flexing. “Fuck~” 

 The fat fuck lifted and grabbed her out of nowhere. One arm wrapped around her neck while the other went around her stomach. Bugs trapped her in a bear hug and locked her in with all his might, ravishing her neck with bites and licks as his dick throbbed wildly inside of her. 

 V’s eyes rolled as she came, her strong body shaking in the grip of the fat filth that used her. He responded by coming in return, groaning beastly in her ear, unleashing a tide of seed that wouldn’t stop. 

 Bugs dropped back the moment he finished, dead with exhaustion, but V held in place, shivering as she continued to ride the heights of the orgasm. Her pussy was so sensitive that she desperately needed to pull him out but there was just no way. 

 It was only in time when he softened and she began to feel better that she fell right next to him. 

 Despite the odd circumstances, it was by far the best orgasm she had ever had. The obese monster next to her put an affectionate arm around her and grabbed her head, then brought her in for a kiss. 

 Don’t, she thought instantly, but her body responded and kissed him back. She moved her hands through his thin and greasy hair as they made out, still tasting his sweet seed and feeling it as it oozed out of her pussy. 

“You’re my girlfriend now,” Bugs reminded her. 

 V glanced down at the dick that was still immense despite it going soft. Sex was one of the areas of life along with eating and drinking that she had always treated like a necessity. Something to get over with and move on. There were more important things to do. 

 But what was more important to do now? Run the Afterlife? Run Night City? I’m already doing both.

 As her hand lifted his heavy dick, she could not help but feel it was time to start relaxing and enjoying herself. She was alive and everything was fine. 

 There was one bad thing about this cock, and that was…

“You’re my girlfriend,” the fatso repeated. “I’m so happy.”

 Him. What am I going to do about him? “You can’t tell anyone about that,” she ordered. “You understand?”

“But why not?” Bugs looked confused. “I want it to be real.”

 V tried to think of an excuse. She ran her delicate fingers over his disfigured fat face, and gave him a sweet smile. “I need to protect you, right?” 

“You’re such a good girlfriend already!”

 Well, at least he’s decent in bed. Already a part of her was conceding that there would be a second time. Maybe he could put that big dick to even better use. Looking at him now, he didn’t seem so bad. Sure, he was ugly as sin, but he was at least sincere in his like for her. With a little guidance, maybe he could even get in shape.

“Man, I still can’t believe I’m in your apartment! This is so awesome!”
 V smirked knowingly and closed her eyes. It would be fine. Good sex never hurt anybody. But thank Christ Johnny wasn’t here to see this.
