Chapter 0 - Gay Vrchat Femboy Lovers

I walked by a waterfall. It was always the little things that struck me while in VR. How I wish I could feel the heat of the sun or the mist from the spray. I always did like exploring new worlds and new places but not every one of them made me feel, jealous? Envious? I wasn’t sure what the right word was. What word was there for wanting something that was at least decades out of reach? I didn’t know. 

“Baki! What are you doing way over here? Oh hey! You updated your model!” 

I smiled. Both in game and out of it. Even If I couldn’t exactly feel anything in VR, it was still one of the best experiences I could have ever hoped for. After all, where else could I have gotten such a cute boyfriend? 

“You didn’t tell me you were hopping on Nova! You should have messaged me.” 

“Bah, I saw you were online and joined you, what, you want me to send you a text every time I take a breath too?” 

VR was weird. Names for starters. You got to choose your own names online, because of course you did, but it was different when it wasn’t just over a discord call or a in game chat or etc, but someone ostensibly standing right in front of you, calling you by that name. That was the first weird thing, among thousands. 

I had a bit more immersion than other people. Phantom touch was something I was told about early on and it sounded pretty stupid to me at first. Apparently, for some people, they could feel it if someone touched them in VR. For some unknown reason. I, of course, didn’t believe that… till Nova ran his hand down my face and I partially freaked out when I felt it. It wasn’t like there was actually a hand there, but it was weird. Too, too real given it was just a screen over my face.

Nova had just laughed at me. He was one of the first people I met in the game. He got to show me around and introduce me to all sorts of things. It was, amazing. I had gotten a headset because VR sounded cool and played vrchat because it was not only the most popular, but also because it was free. And everything just kept surprising me. 

The first time I saw people talk and it actually felt like they were talking, as their eyes and mouths moved, as their hands and bodies mimicked their actual movements, it was like watching someone move through a sheet but, more? That’s how it felt to me at least. Holograms was the word that always came to my mind.

The first time I had ridden a dragon, or sailed on a pirate ship, or piloted a jet. They all were so much more than I expected them to be. Even if I couldn’t actually feel those like I did when someone was touching me, they were more than nothing. As if they were a third of the way to being real.

VR was great but I think that just made me more upset. I wanted it to be even more real. To be like it was in manga and anime, to be deep dive, to actually feel the controls of a jet in my hand, to feel the salty breeze pass over my face, to hold Nova in my arms and… but it was all just, a hologram in a way. 

I heard a snapping sound. 

“What the…” 

“Like it? I added it to my model recently. You always space out so now I can literally snap you out of it.” 

“You’re a dork.” 

He poked me in the nose and laughed. 

I looked up at him. Nova had never really changed his avatar much. If you were any normal person, you’d be excused for thinking he looked female. That was just how VR was. No, he had a femboy avatar, just one that leaned towards the lanky. He had made it himself. Tall, feminine, long purple hair, black short shorts, and a black shirt that didn’t cover the stomach… and that was it. Female at first glance until you noticed the flat chest and a rather significant bulge. He’d caught more than a few people in vrchat that looked at him and only realized he was a male avatar after looking down. 

As for me… 

“Come on, let’s go see what you’ve changed.” 

We walked over to a mirror and I saw myself. If you were any normal person and didn’t think I was female, you were crazy. And sadly, you’d still be wrong. I, can’t explain it. I wasn’t feminine irl and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be but, given all the available options… this was the one I always chose. I just looked… beautiful I guess. Cute, maybe. 

I wore a nice cute hoodie that even had cat ears on it. And it stretched all the way down to my knees. Small cute face, short hair that fell around my cheeks, and short. Something that Nova felt the need to point out every other day it seemed. Taking off my hoodie with the click of a button showed something a bit more… lewd. 

I had a flat bra across my chest and what could only be seen as a speedo. But it looked good! Nova was chuckling to himself for some reason. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t give me that! Why are you laughing at me?!” 

“I’m just remembering the first time you found out my model was a guy…” 

“Shut up!” 

Those memories need not be revisited! They were unimportant. Even if I did have a bit of gay panic from a model… it wasn’t important! 

I clicked two more buttons and the rest of my clothes fell away, showing my nude model. It had been surprisingly annoying to get the skin tone to match well. That was all I had really changed but I had been trying to make it look less, well, just better really. I had succeeded if Nova had been able to tell from just a glance. 

He moved up behind me and I saw through the mirror as he reached around and started stroking my cock. A slight shiver ran through my body, phantom sense rearing its head. 

“Don’t be mean!” 

“Come on, I know you don’t have work for a few hours. What, run out of lube?” 

I honestly wasn’t in the mood. It wasn’t just work in a few hours, something had been bothering me for a long time. Nova kept trying to play but he noticed my slumped body pretty fast and stopped. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. No, I did but…

“I hate it.” 

“Baki…” 

We had talked about it before. I didn’t have any delusions, not like I first did. I recognized I was bi, I loved Nova, I wished I could be with him. 

But I couldn’t. 

And I hated that. 

“Our bodies IRL are just… we can’t shapeshift. I wish we could shapeshift.” 

My voice cracked slightly.

It was a painful reality. People in VR could look however they wanted but their personality shined through. I knew I was bi, but that didn’t mean I was suddenly physically attracted to Nova. If I could force myself to be, I would. But that’s just not how the human mind works. And I hated it. I hated it so, so much. There was a reason I wanted deep dive VR so bad. Forget the world, the sights, the sounds and everything else. Just being able to hold Nova would be all I wanted and more. Instead of being stuck in this, self hatred. 

The early days had been rough. Finding out that Nova’s avatar was male had been a slightly funny gay panic. Falling in love with him had not been. It had felt, stupid. Very stupid at first. All of it I guess. Falling in love with someone online happened all the time, but it hadn’t happened to me before now. Especially not with a guy. The problem was that I was pretty sure I was straight. But personalities hardly care about what’s below the belt. What do you do when you love someone but not their body? I felt like, I could only love him in VR. Like he had to be wearing a costume for me to love him. And I hated that. No, even that wasn’t my first thoughts or reactions. Those feelings only came way later. I felt confused first. Annoyed second. Then came the pain.

I had talked to him about it, eventually. Not at first, god no, who does that? “I love you and that confuses me and I’m not sure what to do about it, and it hurts!”, no one just admits that. But he was my friend, my first friend, my best friend. It had been, a rough few years before him. Before VR. He was the person I talked to about this type of stuff. He was always there for me. Eventually I just, had to tell him. Not because I really wanted to but because it wasn’t just a slight thing, it was all I could think and focus on. Every day I just burned with how much I wanted him. A rejection would hurt less than this confusing mess. 

He had listened to me, and held me. It wasn’t real, it was like a hologram or a ghost giving you a hug, but I could feel it and I knew he cared, and that meant the world to me. 

I wasn’t expecting his first words though. 

“That sucks.” 

I wanted to deck him. Knock his teeth out. Here I was saying a bunch of, what I felt was, utterly stupid nonsense that was eating away at me and those were his first words. His next words were…. Worse? Worse. 

“Well, I love you too. Wanna go out?” 

Worse. I may have said a few things in anger. Maybe a lot of things in anger. He had just laughed and asked again after I was done being mad. 

“I’m, I’m not gay!” 

“Who cares? You like me, I like you, simple.” 

“I’m gonna kill you. Literally. With my own two hands wrapped around your neck. It’ll be a glorious day for mankind. They’ll sing my praises that I finally killed the most stupid jokester.” 

“Hey, I’m serious! Let’s go out!” 

I had fallen in love with an idiot. That tracked. I couldn’t exactly just say no after all that. Once we had our heart to heart and actually started dating, even thinking about it filled me with love I didn’t know I could feel. I didn’t deserve how good he made me feel in my heart. As for the more physical side of things… phantom touch helped a lot and once I learned what a lovense was, well, there were no issues on that front, that’s for sure. Spending time with him felt the same as always except more, nice. Warmer. Happier. I felt that fluttery feeling whenever I was around him, the kind that makes you smile all the time. Love felt good. Love felt really good. I don’t know how else to describe it, I’m not a wordsmith. It just felt good. 

Until it didn’t. 

I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. Not just to hang out together or to watch movies together. I wanted him. I wanted something more, serious, too. To really be with him. It wasn’t enough, what we had. To feel phantom touch, to pleasure each other with lovenses, to see his model. I wanted more. 

I wanted him to hold me, to hear his heartbeat, feel his hands through my hair, his lips on my lips. I wanted so much more. 

And he told me no. 

“Baki, look, we can’t. You know we can’t.” 

“Why not Nova? Come on. I could get a plane ticket and-” 

“Baki. You don’t even know what I look like.” 

His words struck a chord in me. 

Then he sent me a picture.

I never knew how much I could hate myself till that moment. We had been friends for over a year, had been dating for at least a few months, and he was right. We had never actually seen each other. It just hadn’t been important or ever came up. Now it had. And I understood immediately. He wasn’t ugly. Not at all. He had a beard, an okay face, wore glasses, he looked like any normal guy you’d see on the street. 

And that was the problem. He was so distinctly male. There was a reason I had never thought I was gay or even bi. I had no physical attraction to him. More, really. I was put off by the idea of physically touching him in any kind of sensual or sexual way.

That had been one of the shittiest weeks of my life. I had stared at that picture, trying to imagine kissing it, trying to imagine having sex with him, or doing anything more. 

And failed. Over and over again. 

It felt like a slap to the face. How can two people fall in love but not be able to actually do anything because their bodies weren’t compatible? What the fuck. 

It wasn’t even a one way street. I showed him my own picture and it wasn’t exactly like he was leaping for joy. I didn’t blame him, we were both just, stuck. Trapped. Bound to bodies we had never chosen and given the gift of being able to love in a space without them. 

Only for technology not to have advanced enough for us to truly not need them. Physical intimacy was, impossible. We were cursed by kindness. Which brought us to this moment. 

“I know you hate it. I do too.” 

“You don’t act like it.” 

I knew there was some venom there, in my voice. I was just so, frustrated. And it hurt. It hurt that I couldn’t do anything with him because of my own stupid brain. And he never seemed to hate it like I did. It always seemed like he didn’t even care. 

“Because you’re here with me, right now. I’m sorry if I don’t show it enough, but I love you. You mean the world to me, you know that. We’re in a shitty situation but it’s enough to have you here with me. I’d take having you not and not being able to feel you, over never having you, every day of my life. You’re my boyfriend Baki, and I’m always going to be here for you.” 

He hugged me.

I sighed and sat down, my model following my movements. 

“I just wish things were different.” 

We both stared out from the island we were on. I saw a bright light and frowned. Was there another person here? or did the world have something so bright?

It grew brighter and I realized my headset must be the problem as I felt like I was going blind. I reached up to take it off as it covered my whole vision. 

And then there was nothing but darkness. 

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I woke up feeling groggy. Which was weird, I didn’t remember drinking last night. The music was nice though. 

I froze. 

The music was familiar but that wasn’t what had frozen me. 

I had opened my eyes. 

And this, this was not my bedroom. No, it was? Just not the one in my house. It was the one from vrchat. Had I fallen asleep in VR again? If I did, I’d be amazed. That always left me feeling terrible. Hey, maybe I did and that was why I felt so groggy. 

I leaned up, my hood falling back and hair getting in my eyes. My brain began yelling at me. I blinked and shook the hair out of my face, wondering what my brain was trying to tell me. I felt…

I felt. 

My eyes shot open wide and I could feel my heart beating more and more. I could feel it. My heart beat. I could feel the bed underneath me, clothes I wasn’t wearing, hair on my face. I was hyperventilating slightly. I didn’t have any idea what was going on. 

I looked down at my hands and gasped. These, these weren’t my hands. No, no, they were? I recognized these hands. I had made these hands. I had spent countless hours making these hands. I got off the massive bed I was in and nearly fell flat on my face. My body was, wrong. No, not wrong, different. My heart rate was threatening to explode out of my chest, my vision was starting to go white from adrenaline. 

I saw a flat wall, a flat wall I remembered. With two buttons on it. I stumbled forward, not thinking, needing to touch them, needing to know. My brain wasn’t working, my breath wasn’t working, my body was different, and every moment that I struggled to move forward, as my brain fed me more information about myself, the air, the world I was in, the more I felt myself get light headed. 

I made it to the button. I hit it. And gasped. 

I fell back on my ass, nearly crashing my brain as the force went through my new body. Because it was new. I saw. I saw in the mirror. I wasn’t, me anymore. I was wearing a hoodie, fallen back now. My face was in front of me, cute, small, female. My hair fell to the sides of my face and touched my cheeks. I was short. I moved my arm up and the arm followed my movement in the mirror. 

I had become my model. No, no, it was way more than that wasn’t it? 

In shock and awe, I looked around, my mouth hanging open. The room was familiar. It was simple and nice and what I used for my homeworld. My homeworld in VR. Just a big apartment with some nice lights and a big bed. Somewhere I could relax. 

I wasn’t feeling very relaxed right now. My breath had been stolen and was coming out shaky as I looked all around me, eyes finally falling back on, well, me. 

Because it was me. 

It was the body I had made from scratch. Made in blender, finished in unity, put into the game. But it wasn’t a game anymore. Not it was, me. It wasn’t a body I had just, made anymore. Or, well, it was but it was so much more than just a virtual body now. It was a physical body. 

My brain was struggling. 

I could feel my lack of height, the hair around my head, the different shape of my arms, legs, head, face, the lack of hair on my body, the flat bra I was wearing, the speedo underneath gripping me way too tightly, my tight ass, even my tongue felt different in my mouth. There was not a single thing unchanged. 

I just, stared. My brain was overwhelmed by more than just my body. The minutes stretched, on and on and on, until my daze pulled back just slightly. I couldn’t even stand, but I reached down and tried to pull my hoodie off. 

Which, was difficult. I had never planned on actually going through the motions of clothes removal in this thing! Trying to take off a hoodie that went down to your knees wasn’t simple. It was a task but it barely took my attention. Finally, I managed to get it off and blushed, hard. I could even see me doing that, despite me never giving this body the ability to do that. 

I knew I was wearing a flat bra and a tight speedo around my junk but… seeing it, seeing my bulge and how lewd I looked, I had to turn away. That, that was… I collapsed with my back on the carpet and stared at the ceiling. 

No thoughts ran through me, nothing concrete. Just various emotions. Mostly, 

‘AHHHH?!!!!!???????!!!’ 

And 

‘What what what what what what what what what what’ 

And 

‘....................what…..what…….what…..’ 

And finally

‘.....thank god.’ 

I gulped when that last sensation fled through me. Awe and thankfulness. I knew what this was, what this meant, down into the depths of my core. I was here. But, well, that meant nothing so long as- 

There was a sound and I jumped like a cat that had been scalded by boiling water. 

It was a notification, one I knew. One that rang when- 

When someone was arriving in my world. 

I looked over to my patio outside, the spawn point of my world, and saw a mass of blue triangles had appeared. Rather than being a form like normal, they seemed to be more so, revolving around something. Like a protective layer. When they disappeared, I learned that I could be shocked twice. 

It was Nova. 

Nova was here. 

He was in his own model, his black short shorts, his long hair in a ponytail, his black shirt that didn’t reach his bra. 

His piercing green eyes staring at me in shock and worry. 

“...Baki?” 

He was scared. His voice was different, but only slightly. It was still him. And he was scared and worried. That’s all I needed to know. I ran at him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise, and hugged him. 

I could hug him! He was here! He was real! He was okay! 

I didn’t consider myself a sensitive man, but I had to hold back tears. He was, he was, he was here. My… my boyfriend was here. With me. Nothing else mattered, not even our bodies. I realized that in that moment, what he must’ve felt all this time. Our IRL bodies had always been a barrier that I hated and that hadn’t changed. But it had never bothered him as much. Because despite that barrier, like looking through a window, I had always been there with him. For a moment, for a singular microsecond, I worried that wouldn’t be the case. That I had ended up here alone. I had never, I had never heard Nova scared before. He must’ve thought the same. 

I held him and he held me, his arms reaching down and holding me close, squeezing me. We were both holding back tears, I knew. The idea of leaving each other, of never having each other again, it hurt. It was, it hurt. It hurt more than I would’ve thought and I had never thought it would be anything but the worst possible thing. 

Judging by how tightly Nova was squeezing and was crying, he must’ve felt it even stronger than I did. His voice washed over me, and my heart broke. 

“Hours.”

I didn’t understand but the way his voice broke made me grip him harder.

“I- I have been here for hours. You, you weren’t here. You weren’t here. I thought I was all alone.” 

I grit my teeth. Hours. It had been, what, minutes? What would I have done, thinking I was here all alone, without Nova, for hours? I just held him tighter. Felt his smooth hands on my back. 

Eventually, he seemed to take a steading breath and pulled back. The smile he gave me was, brittle. 

“I love you Baki. I love you so much. Will you marry me?” 

My jaw dropped. It only dropped harder when I realized he was dead serious. 

“I can’t live without you. The idea, that I could never see you again. Haha. It’s not at what a boyfriend would feel. Will you marry me? Please.” 

That, that was, we kinda needed to deal with the situation at hand! But, I nearly slapped myself. This was the situation at hand. VR, new bodies, new world, hell, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if were on alien planet or in another dimension or traveling through time or anything like that. None of that was important than Nova and how fragile he seemed. How he wanted, needed me. Right now and here. He was closest friend, my lover, and he needed me. 

I didn’t bother answering with words. 

He was taller than me, my head only reaching his chest. 

So I had to jump. 

He was surprised, as I smiled wide at him, bearing my teeth, and jumped up at him, my arms going around his neck. I hung off him and kissed him deeply. It was our first kiss, our first physical kiss, and he seemed surprised. For a moment. 

And then he got handy. His arms fell and found my back, gripping me in an entirely different way. I let out a gasp as I felt his hands grip my ass and push me up, pulling me closer to him. This only seem to make him more desperate for my touch as he kissed me back. Hard. I shivered as I felt those lips touch mine. As I felt his arms around me, his hands on me, his feelings and emotions radiating through me. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t a sensitive man but it had been too much. A few tears of, I don’t know, stress, relief, happiness, fell. 

And then I was on my back and gasping for air yet again. This time because Nova had practically slammed onto the bed with him. Idiot. 

“Baka.” Was all I got out before his lips were on mine again. 

We lost ourselves in each other’s embrace. My legs wrapped around his body at some point, the happiness threatening to explode out of me. In a way it did as we kept pushing ourselves harder against each other, seemingly unable to get enough of one another. I had never even really thought about making out. Kissing had come to mind as a gentle romantic thing. Not something with so much passion and love baked into it. I was connected to him and I never wanted to untangle away. Love was, love was good. I felt a few more tears slip out. 

“Haha.” 

Nova looked at me with a smile, wondering why I was laughing probably. Or maybe he already knew, because he joined me soon after. We were laughing, just because we were happy. Because we were so, so happy. Everything was just good and nice. Everything was okay. 

I pressed my head against his shirt, as we both breathed deep, just lying on the bed together. We were happy, we were together, and so the world was perfect. Nothing else mattered. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Baki! Is that anyway to talk to your husband?” 

My breath hitched. I had forgotten about that in the moment. Married, I, that was so much. I hadn’t, I hadn’t been able to think about it. We hadn’t even been able to meet up before, let alone anything else. Any thoughts of marriage… before, they would have broken me. To think about all I couldn’t have. 

And now I had everything I’d ever wanted and more. It was scary, it was so much, it was overwhelming. But I had Nova and that was all that mattered. He was mine, I was his, he was here, and so was I. We were together, nothing else mattered. 

“Please don’t leave me.” 

He stroked my head. 

“I feel like I should be the one saying that haha.” 

It was everything I had ever wanted. I finally breathed, really breathed, a deep shaky breath leaving me. I felt exhausted and happy. I could physically feel how Nova sagged, no doubt feeling the same way. We’d have to talk and discuss whatever the hell was going on, whether it was permeant or temporary, and many other things, but right now, all that mattered was that I had my husband in my arms and my husband had me in his. 

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“We gotta get up.” I heard Nova say. 

“Never.” 

“Come on now you lazy bones, it’s time to adult.” 

“Noooooo.” 

I couldn’t see it but I knew he was rolling his eyes, that traitor. He got up, my arms and legs still wrapped around him. 

He looked down at me with a deadpan expression and I grinned up at him. 

“So, should I call you a little monkey now or what?” 

“Eek eek.” 

He broke out in a smile and pulled me off him. Standing on the ground, I realized again just how much taller he was than me. No wonder he always called me short, my head only went to his chest. 

Looking at him now, really taking him in, I had a weird mix in me. It took me a moment to place my feelings from the sheer chaos of them. Happiness, joy, ecstasy, awe, were all basic things I had been feeling for a while. Nervousness and surprise weren’t too surprising given my position or, anything that was going on, really. Horny was new. 

It struck me, that I had never been, well, physically horny because of Nova, until now. Sure, there was phantom touch and his model was attractive but it just wasn’t in the same league as physically being in the same room as him. As I continued to look up at him, that feeling only grew. Then it mixed with my memories, remembering all the times I stared at his IRL picture on a screen, and tried to feel what I was feeling now. I don’t know what if what I felt then was relief in the purest sense of the word, but it left me feeling light headed and like I was drifting on a cloud, with a big goofy smile on my face. 

Nova blinked at me. 

“What?” 

“Nothing haha.” 

He poked me on the nose, actually poked me, and I had to stifle a mix of a sob and a burst of laughter from tearing through me. Alright, maybe I was a little sensitive. A nightmare I thought would never end, self hatred I thought I could never fix, it was all gone. It was all over. It was all better. My world had changed so much. Speaking of… maybe it was time to address the elephant in the room. 

“So….. we’re in vrchat?” 

Nova sat on my bed. 

“It looks like that. Have you tried to access your menu?” 

I blinked. I held up my right hand, unsure how to even do that. Usually you just, pushed a button on a controller. So I just tried to… will it in front of me. 

And it worked. 

I was, surprisingly, not getting tired of being in awe. I didn’t know if awe had a cap but I must be reaching it because there was a literal holographic screen floating in front of me. I clicked world on it, and my eyebrows nearly shot to the top of my head. It showed worlds, as it always did, but it also showed player counts, like it always did. 

And they were increasing. 

I could already see a few hundred people in the black cat alone. We hadn’t arrived alone. Were, were others like us? Was everyone like us? How many people had arrived here? Everyone that was playing? Everyone that played? Every person, period? Had this happened to other games? Were people who didn’t transport into the game itself still playing, completely oblivious? Were we the only two transported people? 

So many questions and more and more only appeared as I began to look through the menu. I nearly let out another shocked gasp as I changed the world volume and the music I had been hearing all this time actually lowered. That was, a fundamental part of the world. I could just, mess with what I could hear and so much more besides. All the settings, all the options, they led me brain down more and more paths. 

But none so much as the options that were new. There was a whole new tab simply called “The Creator’s Hub” and when I clicked on it, it had a simple button that said “Enter the hub.” 

“Don’t touch that.” Nova told me. 

He said it simply but it still scared me. Having something in my menu I shouldn’t touch was…

“Why?” 

“Takes you to some kind of crazy space that seems like blender mixed with, well, a lot. I’m pretty sure it’s a way to create new bodies and worlds.” 

That, the implications of that was, different. Being in this body was one thing but being able to make and become any body I wanted? I shook my head, that was way too much. Let alone the apparent ability to create worlds. That took on a whole new meaning now that everything was real. It would be more similar to creating planets than anything else. That kind of power in the palm of your hands…

“Why? No, how? How is any of this, possible?” 

“I have no idea. I was kinda busy worrying about how to get out.” 

I blinked. Right, Nova had thought he’d lost me when I hadn’t shown up with him. He would’ve tried to get out immediately. I looked over to where the exit button was. It was gone. 

“We’re stuck here?”

“Seems like it.” 

I didn’t know what to make of that. Maybe there’d be more answers later but right now it just seemed like, a weight. Stress I didn’t want or need. And a lot of confusion mixed in. I couldn’t stop thinking about it but worrying about it would just turn me into a neurotic mess. 

I took a deep steadying breath and spoke my thoughts. 

“Fuck it.” 

Nova nodded his head. 

“Fuck it all. But on the bright side, some our friends are here too.” 

I looked over at the social menu and saw that he was right. Gah, Brit, and Celsy were all here. Nova was my first friend and best friend, but not my only friend. Not by any means. With a few click of the button, we could go visit them. Actually, 

“Have you already went to see them?” 

“Nope. They appeared on the screen the same time you did.” 

I swallowed. There was a hidden meaning there. It’s not like the social menu had popups that someone got online, unless something changed. That meant Nova had been staring at the social screen, just hoping I’d appear… who knows for how long. I scrunched my face up a bit. This, whatever, can do the impossible, but it couldn’t have put us all in at the same time, or together? Whatever. It didn’t matter now. 

We could go check in on them, but, well, I felt a bit guilty but I didn’t want to. I wanted to just spend more time with Nova. But they might need us… 

I looked over at Nova and he scratched the side of his face. He seemed surprised to find no beard there. I smiled. I’m sure our friends would be fine for a while. 

I stretched, looking up, not sure what to do now. Maybe a movie? 

When I looked back over, I saw Nova looking at me. With… passion? It was a very pointed look at least. 

“Uhh, what is it?” 

“...you’re not wearing your hoodie.” 

“What do you mean?” 

I looked down at myself and blushed a little. Right, I had taken off my hoodie, to, well, see myself. And that meant I was wearing nothing but a flat bra and a very tight speedo wrapped around my, admittedly small, bulge. I hadn’t really worried about penis size when making this model but now I was wishing I had added a bit more. 

Nova got up and walked around me, behind me. He turned me slightly so we were looking at the mirror. The position wasn’t unusual, we had been in it before, in VR. Now… 

Nova reached down, sliding his hand down my chest, to my stomach. My breathing sped up. I had wanted this, do want this, but, I suddenly felt incredibly, extremely nervous. I had, I had never been with a guy. I had never felt a man’s hands on me, despite how female Nova looked right now. As his hand started to slide lower, near my crotch, I grabbed his hand with both of mine. 

He looked at me in the mirror, eyes wide, a flash of panic on his face. 

“N-Nervous. It’s just, a lot, you know?” 

Relief that he hadn’t done something wrong visibly went through him. Then he smiled a wry smile and leaned down near my ear. 

“Aww, is my little boyo nervous?” 

I straight up flinched. That’s what he called me when we were having fun. It felt, so weird and intimate to actually feel the breath from his voice right next to my ear. He apparently wasn’t done though. 

The mirror blocked his other hand, but I felt it as it slide down my back and gripped my ass. I might’ve jumped a little, had Nova not been holding me. 

“N-Nova…” 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

He stopped anyway, pulling his hands back slightly. He didn’t want to make me uncomfortable. We were in different bodies and we had never physically met until literally right now. I, I didn’t know if I was ready. I was so nervous all of a sudden, my heart beating fast, my body shaking. I grabbed onto Nova’s hand again, trying to relax. It was, fine. It was just Nova, I loved him. What was I so nervous about? I wasn’t a virgin, I had been with women before. This wouldn’t even be that different. I took another breath and pulled his hand back to my stomach. 

I could see smile in the mirror as he put his hand lower and I saw and felt it go below my underwear, gripping my cock. I let out a little breath, not a moan! Just, a bit of relief passing through me. Feeling his hand actually grip my cock… I closed my eyes and leaned back into him, feeling as he began to stroke me. It felt good. 

I felt him slip my underwear down, exposing my hard cock into the air. I opened my eyes and blushed a little. My cock was… well… it hadn’t been made with size in mind. I looked cute. And cute feminine guys had smaller cocks so… I was regretting that choice now. 

Still, it didn’t stop the pleasure in anyway as Nova continued to stroke me. My breath came a little heavier as he played with me, actually physically played with me. Stroking my cock, rubbing my balls, it wasn’t “new” but it also was. Women had done the same in past relationships, but they hadn’t been Nova and I hadn’t been in this body. That just added all the more to it. I felt like I was almost experiencing it for the first time. 

Eventually, Nova pulled back, stopping before I could cum. I looked up at him. He just laughed. 

“Haha, don’t pout. I just want to do something a bit more, fun.” 

I didn’t know what he meant but then I was in the air. He had picked me up and then practically threw me onto the bed again. He was seriously enjoying that way too much. 

I looked over at him and was surprised, my eyes going a little wide. He was stipping off his clothes, showing off his fully naked body. And his own erect cock. I guess he had gotten more than little horny stroking me. 

He walked over and pulled my clothes off me. He did it so fast that I was left briefly stunned as I realized we were both naked now, our clothes tossed to the side, his dick hovering over me. 

I looked down and my pupils shook. My breathing and nervousness decided that the only setting left was maximum as they both skyrocketed. Looking at what he wanted to do! 

“I-I don’t know about this Nova!” 

“Shhh. Don’t worry, I promise it’ll feel good.” 

“I-I-I really don’t think I’m ready for anal! Uh, we could, do something else? And what about lube?! Right, lube! We need that don’t we?!” 

“I think it’ll be fine, these bodies are different after all.” 

I felt and saw as he gripped both of my legs but still yet out a little yelp as he raised them, clearly trying to angle himself right to penetrate me. 

“NOVA!” 

He smiled and stopped. 

“You know I won’t if you don’t want me too.” 

I breathed, partially out of relief, but Nova hadn’t let go of my legs. I knew he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him too but at the same time…….. My nervousness had evolved into full blown panic, I was squirming and felt like my stomach was doing quadruple flips. I had never had anything inside my ass and the idea had been…. Pointless, I had dismissed the thought. My brain hadn’t really moved past Nova one day being able to hold me and kiss me. I had, I do, want more but, but, this, I don’t, I can’t, I took a very shaky breath that didn’t help at all. I looked at Nova’s cock, his big cock, ready to shove inside me. 

I, I was going, to have that in me? I felt like my teeth would start chattering against each other if I tried to talk, because of how much I was shaking. I felt… very very vulnerable with my legs in the air and ass a moment away from getting something shoved in. 

“I-It’s going to hurt!” 

“I’ll stop if it starts to hurt.” 

“I, lube!” 

“I think our bodies don’t need it, but I’ll stop if it turns out we do.” 

“I,I, I’m scared!” 

To this, Nova didn’t offer some cheeky answer. He just let go of my legs, leaned in, and kissed me. I almost was annoyed it worked to calm me down. I was nervous. Panicked really. I guess, I was a virgin in this way at least. I had never had anything in my ass after all… But did I not want it? I don’t know, I hadn’t had the time to think about that. 

But, gah. W-would I never do it? Nova wouldn’t try to convince me, not really, if I said I never wanted to. Now… Now wasn’t much different from later. 

I swallowed hard. 

“Be- Go- Go slow!” 

It was all I could think of to say. 

Nova smiled and pushed my legs up and to the sides again. It felt so, weird, to be in this position. A position I had had women in before. That did not in anyway make me feel less panicked. 

He pressed his cock against my ass and my eyes shook. 

‘Oh my god. Oh my god, I’m actually doing this. This is actually happening. Oh my god.’ 

He pressed and I was fully ready to tell him to stop when the pain came. I wasn’t stupid, I knew that there was no way this was going to be pain free. Even if he was lubed up to the nines, you had to start really small, fingers for example, and go up or you’d risk literally splitting your ass in two. I wasn’t just worried because I was a virgin anally, this was going to really, really hurt. 

He pushed further, and my nails drove into his back, and a loud sound wretched its way out of my mouth. 

He went in. Just a little. 

And I had moaned. 

My brain short circuited. What. What. What. 

Nova looked at me, a dumbfounded expression on his own face. He was the first to speak up, staring at my shocked expression. 

“There was… no resistance at all. I would’ve slid all the way in if I wasn’t careful.” 

Part of me was freaking out because there was a dick inside my ass. Another part of me was freaking out because it felt good. There was apparently plenty of me left to freak out about this as well. 

“W-w-w-w-what. What.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“It felt, so, intense. Like, really intense.” 

I hadn’t even noticed but I was gripping him and gasping. It had felt, gods, how do I even describe it? Like a lightning bolt up the ass but good? 

“You seemed to like it…” 

Nova was hesitant. I kinda understood. Neither of us had been expecting that and I had practically moaned at glass breaking volume into his ear. 

“It, it felt…. Great but… so much. A lot.” 

I still wasn’t any kind of wordsmith. 

But I was getting pretty used to panicking apparently, because I seemed to be doing that constantly now. Especially as I saw Nova grin’s grow wide. 

“Seems like our bodies really are different here. And if you liked it so much.” 

“Nova! Wait, wait wai- AHHHH!~!~!~” 

My mind exploded, was utterly broken, as I felt an intensity, a pleasure I didn’t think was even possible. I barely felt the tiny extra amount flow into me as I began cumming, hard. It was nothing compared to the continued orgasm I was feeling from nova sliding his cock inside me. Without pain or resistance, all that was left was pleasure and it felt gooood. Good like drugs feel good, good in a way that was impossible, good in a way that I couldn’t have imagined existing on this or any planet. 

My body reacted, but my mind was gone, swamped and overwhelmed and utterly broken by the pure amount of pleasure rushing into my brain. It was, there are no words for it. It was like I had become a star but instead of being made out of plasma I was made out of pure dopamine, the raw fires of passion itself, like I was an exploding supernova of ecstasy. There was no more Baki, only good feelings. I’d have murdered everyone I knew except Nova to feel this good, I’d have destroyed my whole life a million times over to feel this good. 

And then he pulled back. 

I felt him, slide his cock slowly out of my ass and then back again. Very, extremely vaguely, the real world overlaid itself across my psyche. I was maoning so loud I was sure I was going to break my voice, I was gripping Nova so hard I was sure I was going to draw blood if it was possible, my eyes had rolled back into my head so only the whites were showing, and my legs seemed to have reacted on their own, wrapping around Nova, using every ounce of strength to pull him back in. 

I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his hard cock as my legs won that battle and he was forced back inside me. 

My mind was still nowhere to be found, no thoughts, only pleasure. My orgasm hadn’t stopped. Orgasms are brief, they stop. They don’t continue forever or grow stronger over time. 

Apparently anal orgasms didn’t have those sad little rules to them. My cock was still trying to cum, already having released as much as it could. 

Nova was struggling to pull out of me, forced to use all the strength that he could leverage to pull out, only to slam back inside me. Over, and over again. 

My mind broke further. Or maybe it was coming back, I didn’t know. All that was me was just good. Good good good good good. And a want to share that feeling with everyone in the world pulsed through me. That bliss. I wanted everyone to feel this good, I wanted all to know this feeling. 

Nova stopped pulling back, his full dick inside my ass, my legs wrapped around him. I heard new noise but it wasn’t important. I felt something, wasn’t important compared to the absolute impossible drug like existence I had become. More, more, give me more, fuck me, fuck me, rail me, spread your dirty semen inside me, make me your whore, fuck me. 

But Nova’s cock wouldn’t move. Eventually, the worst possible thing that could ever happen, happened. Nova, with a great yell, pulled his cock out of me. 

I was left moaning and shaking as he did so, the pleasure reaching all new heights. 

I don’t know how long I convulsed like that, before my eyes dopely unrolled from the back of my head, and glazedly focused back on Nova. I couldn’t really see his expression, my eyes felt a bit too floaty. 

My brain felt like it had melted. 

I think I felt a bit of drool but who knows. 

I smiled and just stared at my super awesome husband. I loved him. I love him so much. I felt tears start to spill from my eyes from such amazing joy that I had him with me now. 

So I was surprised when he slapped me. 

I looked at him in a daze but he slapped me, lightly, again. 

“Baki? Baki? Speak to me Baki!” 

“Bwaaa”

worrrdddssss. 

Nova shook his head and held me. I just laid there, feeling fucking awesome. Everything was so great and coooolll. 

Eventually, a weird thought popped in my head, as the minutes passed and my cock stopping trying to cum. It started as just a word. ‘Bad.’ I was confused but whoooo carrreesss. 

And then it started to get louder. ‘Bad. Not good. Bad.’ 

I shook my head before my brain seemed to rebuild itself all at once and by all the gods know to all the heavens, I’m pretty sure I blushed so hard I went purple. I’m pretty sure it went through my entire body and the amount of embarrassment I felt nearly crippled me forever. 

The relief in Nova’s voice didn’t help things very much. 

“Oh Baki, woo.” 

I couldn’t even look at him. He had to grab my face and force me to meet his eyes and I just clenched mine shut. 

“Feeling a little less, that?” 

“...shut up…” 

My voice came out like a squeak. 

“I’ve heard of some people getting “drunk” on cock before but…” 

“SHUT UP!” 

“...Never like that. Guess you really enjoyed it huh? You like it a lot didn’t you?” 

Nova was smiling and laughing and poking and teasing me. I couldn’t take it, I tried to bury my head into his chest. It hadn’t, I hadn’t, it just. Bah! 

“....it felt good…”

“Oh I was pretty clear on that. I think I’m going to need hearing aids. In fact, I’m going to probably need a chiropractor after you tried to break my spine with your legs. Oh! While, we’re at it, I should probably also get you a drool guar-” 

“Shut up!” 

He did but he kept poking me and laughing. Stupid. He was stupid. Stupid. 

“You know, I was all there for it at first. Then you started to look like you were having a seizure.” 

I wanted to die. No, I’d explode, die, and leave him here. Then I’d never have to see his smug face again. It would be great. 

“Wouldn’t respond to my voice, my slaps, started drooling, looked like you were high as a kite.” 

Forget all of that, I’d kill him and then die. Save the world. Be given a medal for it even. 

“....why. Why?” 

I didn’t know what else to say. Just, why? 

“Oh well, that’s fairly easy. Men orgasm from their ass you know, known fact. But most men, can’t just go balls to the wall and shove a long dick inside, not if they want to not tear something. Even if they don’t, definitely would feel painful. But you don’t have that problem my little cute boyo. You get all of the pleasure, and none of the pain or need to go slow and steady.” 

“So, what?! Anal sex just feels that good?! Bullshit!” 

“Nope!” 

I wanted to bite him. That felt, I felt, I felt stupid. I shouldn’t- 

“I feel gay. And like a whore.” 

He chuckled and then responded in a deadpan voice. 

“Such a tragedy. Oh no. Whatever will we do now that you feel gay and like sex. Woe is us.” 

I didn’t hold back this time and bit his shoulder. 

“Hey!” 

We played around for a while and it did a lot to make me feel better. That had been…. The single best moment of my life. Without a doubt. Nothing, no amount of sex, could ever top that. It was the pinnacle. And it had happened because something was stuck up my tight femboy ass. That made me feel… incredibly embarrassed for some reason. Like, I didn’t have words for how I felt. Wrong? No, more like, a slut? I don’t know! Bad. It made me feel bad. 

Nova clearly didn’t feel the same way. He was smiling at me, chuckling, laughing outright, teasing me constantly. But that wasn’t all. I could feel his cock pressed up against me, the heat, the sharpness he was trying not to show. He was horny, really horny, and he wanted me. He wanted to plow me, to make me moan, to make his little submissive bitch. 

And it scared me a tiny bit just how much I wanted that too. 

I knew he was hesitant to ask but I couldn’t, I couldn’t wait any more! I needed it! 

“...again?”

My voice was quiet but a warmth went through my soul as Nova’s face brightened up into a feral grin. Aww, he was so happy. 

And then I was on my back and he was on top of me. Before I could even consider anything, he broke my mind, again. It was so, intense. More intense than standing out in a desert sandstorm naked, or getting beat with bats, or having regular sex or, anything I could think of. It felt like a hot rod of molten steel had been shoved up inside me and done the exact opposite of what you’d expect. Pure, radiating heat spread through me, making my toes curl and hands dig into Nova’s back. It made me moan and gasp and pant like a whore mixed with a dog, it made me shake and made my eyes go blank. But more than all of that was how it felt like it reached deeper than my mind and directly started fucking my soul itself. How the pleasure made me feel like nothing I had never felt before. 

It was so much, too much, way too much. 

And it was so much more than the first time. 

I hadn’t even noticed being covered in cum while we had been rough housing but now I did. That I had sprayed my load all over myself when he had slipped inside me. Now I did. Now I felt it as my cock continued to try but there was nothing left to give. Now I felt it as words slipped from my mouth. 

“Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme. more, more. Fuck me moreeee” 

I couldn’t even really speak, just moan out the words. 

I felt his dick pump in out of me, like I was his own personal sex toy. Felt his arms grip me, felt my legs be raised, felt his lips press against my own as he leaned down. Oh god, oh gods. 

Then I felt it as white hot searing warmth spread throughout my ass, coating my insides, bringing my pleasure up past the breaking point. I blacked out for a moment, my mind overloaded. 

When I blinked back, feeling like I was in a sauna, I could still feel his cock in me, and his cum up my ass. 

He held me in his arms and my lust and bliss made room for pure love and happiness. This, this was the single best moment of my life. I never wanted to let him go or have his cock outside of me. 

We laid there together, both thoroughly exhausted, before I finally spoke up. 

“That shouldn’t feel that good.” 

He just smiled and continued stroking my hair. I kissed him and leaned back. Then he said something stupid, because of course he did. 

“Hope you like blowjobs just as much haha.” 

I bit him on the shoulder again. 

“Hey!” 








