Peter stubbed his toe on a cupboard when answering the door. His overeagerness fueled by hype for a new VR game rushed him enough to tangle his legs and make him smash the foot. It took all his will to stifle the curses following a cry of pain. There wasn't the time for any of that, a carrier was waiting, and Peter was too conscious of making him wait.
Her, as it actually was; the delivery was made by a young woman, dressed in a work outfit, but which the top consisted of a blue shirt, clinging to her sizable breasts. The bust gravitated Peter's eyes, and cough was necessary to break off their leer. When the spell was broken, the woman steadily put her hands on her hips and barely hid her contempt.
The embarrassment cured his toe and made Peter self-conscious. He was a lanky chap, dark hair, brown eyes and swarthy skin. On him was his creasy T-shirt, comfort shorts and socks. Not an image that you would present yourself with. He promptly reminded himself that he was not a cherry boy and did the adult thing: awkward-politely received the package, refusing to acknowledge that something was amiss. After the driver was out of sight, he made a solemn decision not to choose this particular delivery company in fear that he would reunite with the girl again.
Peter's mulling didn't last long, and moments later, he already was typing a digital key for Dragons & Wenches on his computer. In a hurry, he only managed to unbox one other item: a large poster of a topless goblin girl lying on her stomach, cleavage and pouty lips facing a lucky owner straight on. It was fine art, packaged with the Collector's Edition, along with a figurine of the game's marketable love interest and an artbook filled with softcore porn. As one might imagine, the game had a peculiar way of breaking the market, but the sales spoke for themselves. When it was first announced, the title was mocked hard on online message boards as the product that would make VR mainstream. And a surprise to all, even the developers, it had done just that. Millions stormed the stores, broke their piggy banks and bought new VR units just to get the full experience: a grand adventure, intricate storyline, memorable characters and digital tits.
It was Friday morning, but also a day off for Peter. He had very much intended to indulge himself in the VR experience and healthy exercise it came with it. It mainly consisted of moving the furniture to make room for play, and the occasional swing of an arm in-game. He lived alone in a tiny studio apartment, sporting an even tinier bathroom and a fridge. That made arranging a required 6 by 6 feet area a creative task which completion always led to a mess and a furniture maze in the end.
Still, the fruit of the labour was well worth it. The man readied his VR set and tested a curiosity that was unannouncedly packed in with the delivery: a gratis pair of earbuds. They came as a bonus thanking early supporters for 3 million copies sold worldwide. It was a welcome gift of fantastic quality and a boon that will finally relieve his worn headphones out of their duty. Peter only wished they weren't pink. The colour wasn't his cup of tea.
The coveted instant came to be as the game flashed and immersed the young man into the virtual reality. Peter donned his headset and equipped the two hand controllers. The pink earbuds fit his ears neatly. All was ready.
A boring intro had passed, and character customisation has replaced it. A handsome and muscular man appeared, an avatar in whose shoes a player would spend his time questing and fighting. The choices were broad, but in a way, always the same: do you pick a generic guy, RL representation, self-insert or sardonic hideous creature shaped to haunt fellow players? Others would be able to see it as the game was an MMORPG. Somehow. The developers didn't advertise that at first, and the feature was disclosed almost at the last minute. It was a mystery how it was supposed to work, but the reviews were favourable anyway.
Peter played with the avatar but couldn't make up his mind. Annoyed, he clicked sex toggle to female. The persona in front of him vanished, and a girl popped in instead. Peter's eyes popped, too, as the significant factor in his decision-making revealed itself: the jiggle on the hefty boobs. It was accompanied by a sway of hips and a shake of a butt, all done by a scantly clothed feminine figure. When Peter crouched, so too the avatar, and hence the boobs heaved in their bounce down. And when he raised, they would too. The character that is.
Would Peter choose a female warrior just to ogle at their pointy features from the first-person? Of course not, but the button confirming the character selection pressed itself. After that, the last step of the preamble was naming the avatar. Peter wanted to distance himself and put "SHAG_MASTER69" into the input field. A dialogue box asked in turn if "SHAG_MASTER69 was the hero's name?". It was a rhetorical question since the game refused to pass any obscene names. The irony wasn't lost on the barely covered avatar as it stayed there in dumbfounded expression. There wasn't anything else to do but to hit a randomiser and go with what it gives.
And so Peter played as a Lacie, a young adventurer seeking glory in a small village neighbouring a monster-filled forest. As was expected from a first-person VR game, he could see his avatar's female body and move her arms freely. He moved, and the character followed with their animation. The title had an option of motion-capturing the rest of the body, but Peter had not found a money tree to afford the required hardware. However, there was enough immersion for him as he discovered a small rivulet in the tutorial area. The player crouched beside it to gape at the reflection of Lacie's panties. He moved left and right to see the jiggle of the butt too. The graphics were quite good nowadays.
The physics engine also was superb as the collision between the breasts and the arms was well defined and emulated. It was after some time that Peter recalled that this was an MMORPG game and someone might be watching. Not a kid, hopefully, since it was an 18+ game. Thankfully, no one was in sight. He must have moved to a secluded spot, it seems. The erection in his shorts was obviously not represented in-game, yet he tried to preserve his decency by not disturbing it with a touch. It would coerce Lacie into doing indecent things.
The pink earplugs buzzed strangely in Peter's head. The sensation passed after an instant, but it left the man quite startled. He moved his pretty feet out of the stream, pausing to wonder what had happened. The game might have had bugged out, or the hardware could have failed. Nothing appeared to have changed, so Peter waved the incident aside. The game was too entertaining to fret about occasional glitches.
The tutorial area demonstrated basic game mechanics like gear management, combat, and questing. During the process, he managed to get a good look at his character. After a swift shopping trip, Lacie had a small beret on her long black hair, a white shirt that barely bore her breasts and brown leather shorts that clung to her round ass. The skin of thighs was visible through a gap between shorts and white overknee socks, all tight enough to make the flesh protrude slightly.
"Do you have anything else to sell?" said the general merchant in front of him, by a manner of text box since the dialogue wasn't voiced beyond coughs, laughs and moans. The last was only present on female NPCs for some inexplicable reason and more often let out than it was modest. It was all a part of the experience for Peter, though.
The VR dizziness sometimes caught up to Peter, the usual strain for someone lacking VR legs, not used to the false motions of the virtual world, which in turn caused sickness. Usually, if that had happened, he would end the gaming session right there, letting himself rest and get some snacks and drink. The previously mysterious buzzing of the earplugs found its explanation here: they were here to remedy motion sickness.
Peter foggily remembered some details out of the device's packaging. Anti-nausea Subliminal Low-voltage Ultrasound Treatment, it was called. It had a name that was quite a mouthful, but it worked. Whenever his stomach got upset or his head ached, the quick session of ASMR-worthy hum would sound, and all problems would vanish. The relief was so euphoric that he clenched his muscles and let out a small gasp every single time it occurred. Once, it happened near another player, who seemed to have enjoyed it with a smirk. That made Lacie fumble with her hair in shame.
The new task had appeared on the bulletin board in the village centre from a herbalist. The NPC who ran the shop was a comely blond girl in a salmon summer dress. Cait, as that was her name, had a quest to obtain rare ingredients for a prototype potion she eagerly wanted to brew. She spoke with her arms under her breasts.
"Hail, traveller! Would you hear my request? Tom, the general merchant, always bickers about his back pain, but none of my usual medicines makes him feel any better. I unearthed a recipe for a great concoction that I think would very much help him, but I need ingredients. Would you be as nice to acquire them for me?"
She joined her arms together to make a pleading gesture, slowly spreading her bosom aside, waiting for the player to agree to her request. The dizziness has come again harder this time, making Peter stumble a collapse on the spot. The earplugs worked their magic, banishing any sign of illness. But the harsh blow of sickness placed a hand on his mouth. The anxiety had welled up his chest.
"Maybe those earbuds do not cure dizziness but let you ignore it? Wait. If it's true, then did I make the motion sickness worse?" Peter thought, desperately trying to recollect the package labels in search of the answer. He must have thrown it out already, so he would have to dive in the trash to dig it up. Yet, getting any glimpses of his memories was like slowly descending through an opaque lake. He was sure he hadn't imagined all the details about the earbuds. He just couldn't quite place when exactly did he read it.
He still hadn't risen up from the floor. Cait pouted now, impatient for the response. The rational and sensible option to choose would have been to take the headset off. Lie down on the couch, get some rest, hydrate himself. He still wanted to play the game and didn't want yet to leave for today. The earplugs buzzed again, this time in a firm tone, sternly stating to get up. He felt a rush of energy hidden inside of him. The device helped him find it. He felt grateful, very much so. The harsh jolt that he experienced was there for a reason. It was a firm grasp from a long time friend telling him to pull himself together, all in good faith, a motherly embrace.
