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New You

By: clearwinston



I had an idea suddenly a few days ago to try something new, something different than I had done before. The skeleton of a story popped into my head, but it had no meat on its bones. I did not know how to classify it, so although it includes several elements, it is at its core a sci-fi/fantasy story. Since the technology is at least in part imaginary, I am also theorizing as to its functioning and design. While I hope the story is enjoyable, even though it is completely unlike any of the other stories I have written to this point, I only ask that any criticism does not come from a standpoint of scientific theory, railing against my ignorance of such matters, as I am confessing that upfront.

I have always deeply appreciated the commentary and critique of my work here, even if I rarely respond. I create my stories organically, letting them flow as I write and being directed as life is directed through time. I am often as surprised by the direction of a story as the readers are, which sounds odd, I know, and may sound very amateur as an approach to writing, and this story is no different. I hope you enjoy this story, aroused as you read it, in much the same way as I am aroused in its writing.

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"Don't touch that," cried Reese. "Please," he said, taking it from Trey's hand.

"What is it?" Trey asked, leaning back again in his swiveling desk chair. He grabbed the red gel stress ball off his desk and squeezed it before tossing it into the air as he tried to explain.

"It's not ready yet," he said.

"Ready for what?"

He sighed and closed his eyes tightly, as if waiting for a blow to come from behind. "Sci-Tek."

"What's that?" asked Trey, tossing the ball into the air and catching it repeatedly.

"Promise not to laugh?"

Trey shrugged. "Whatever."

"Promise."

"Fine. I promise."

Reese took a deep breath before rambling on about a science and technology inventors' conference that comes to the city every three years. "This is the first year I've had something that could win."

"Win what?"

"Cash. Glory. Prize money plus a potential contract with a development and distribution company to help perfect it and get it on the market."

"Sounds cool," said Trey. "So what are you making?"

"Promise not to laugh," muttered Reese.

"Dammit," Trey said, holding the ball and leaning forward in exasperation. "I'm not going to laugh! Quit asking me that every time I ask what you're working on. We've been friends forever. When have I ever laughed at one of your projects?"

"I'm sorry. You're right." Reese sat back and picked up the gray and black pod, about the size of a heavy book. "It's a game."

"A game?"

"Kind of."

"Well, what's it called?"

"New You."

"New you?"

"N-u-y-u," he spelled. "NuYu."

"Oh. What does it do?"

"Okay, so you take these diodes," he pulled the adhesive backing off three patches and placed one on each of Trey's temples.

"What are you doing?" asked Trey uncertainly.

"Just trust me." Trey let him continue. "So you place one diode on each temple and one here," he said, leaning over Trey's shoulder, "On the back of your neck. Then," he said, reaching back onto the desk, "You put on this blindfold."

"What does the blindfold do?"

Reese laughed. "It blocks out the light."

"That's all?"

"Yep. You don't need your eyes."

"How do you see the game?"

"The same way you play the game," Reese smiled, tapping at his temple. "With your mind."

"What?"

"Everything about this game takes place in your brain. The diodes read your brain patterns and the one on your neck reads the neural signals, kind of intercepting them before they would get to your body and tell it what to do."

"So I won't be able to move?" Trey was confused.

"Oh, sure you can. But you won't need to, to play. You can sit in your favorite chair or lie on your bed and play."

"That sounds cool," Trey shrugged. "So it's a single player game."

"Not necessarily," Reese smiled, twirling the blindfold on his finger. He pointed to a port on the console. "I can hook up a second console here," he said, "And more can play."

"How many consoles can be hooked together?"

"Unlimited."

"Unlimited? That won't overload the game?"

"Nope. Remember the game is in your brain. Your brain is the server, so to speak. You see the game in your brain, and the other people each see the game in their own brains."

"Then who determines the playing field?"

"Everyone. Each person sees himself, the other players, and the environment however he wants. It's whatever his brain creates."

"Weapons?"

"Whatever you want."

"Then how do you beat each other?"

"You don't. This game isn't about defeat and victory. It's about finally being able to create whatever you want. You can be whatever you want and go wherever you want. Talk to other players. If you want to fight and they want to fight, then you fight. If you use a weapon, they will see a weapon, but it may not be the same kind. If you use an RPG, they may see nothing more than a pellet gun," he laughed. "Remember, they want it to be an enjoyable experience, too, and no one wants to be shot."

"It kind of sounds confusing."

"It doesn't need to be. Remember, each person is their own hero, living their own fantasy, in their own paradise. You may be on a beach standing toe-to-toe with someone on a ski slope. You will see sand, they will see snow."

"Sex?" asked Trey with a smile.

"Again," Reese shrugged, "Your paradise."

"Do you have a second console?"

"I do. I have to get them both ready so I can test how they work together."

"So, have you tried it?"

"Of course! It's awesome!"

"When do I get to try it?"

Reese leaned back in his chair and looked at Trey as he considered it. He leaned forward again. "I tell you what. You let me get this second console finished and you can help me try them out linked together. Tell me what you see and I'll take you to the conference with me."

"Really? Cool."

"Deal," said Reese, standing up and extending his hand.

Trey stood and shook his best friend's hand.

"Trey," his mother sighed, "You're twenty years old. You have to get an internship next summer and so far your resume is a blank piece of paper."

"I'll get around to it," he shrugged.

"You don't have time to get around to it! You need some kind of a job right now and you have to keep working until you start that internship. IF you get it."

"I graduated with Reese and he's working at Gadgets and Gigs. Maybe he can get me a job there."

"That's a good start," she said, nodding. "Don't get fired," she said, turning and walking out of the room.

"Good luck, loser," laughed Darla, Trey's older sister. Now twenty-three, she was a medical billing assistant at a local family practice, entering data into a computer all day, every day.

"Fuck you," he said.

"No thanks. I'm seeing someone."

"Yeah, but he requires batteries."

Darla flipped him off and left the room, her soft ass swinging beneath her navy blue scrubs. Too bad she was such a bitch to him, he thought. She could be kind of pretty sometimes.

Trey picked up the phone and called Reese. Reese answered and Trey started in. "Reese. Bro. I need a favor."

"Reese says you would be a good fit here," said Derrick. Derrick had long kinky hair, pulled back in a ponytail, glasses, a thick beard on his round face, and wore his excess weight evenly on his tall frame. Trey noticed that Derrick's oval nametag sat crookedly on his chest, the black and red GnG logo the only splash of color on his white short-sleeved button-up shirt. Trey could easily imagine him wearing tie-dyed or pop icon t-shirts with faded jeans in his off time. "Can you come in tomorrow morning for paperwork and training?"

"No problem."

"Good. Don't be late."

Reese and Trey's mother were both pleased that Trey had been offered the job, and Trey was fine with it. Darla, on the other hand, couldn't care less. "So the fuck what?" were her exact words.

"When were they made?" laughed Trey, "The 60s?"

"I know," Reese smiled. "For a computer store, their training videos sure aren't very cutting edge. Now that you've got that out of the way, however, it's a pretty cool place to work."

"I don't know as much about computers as you do," he said.

"Don't worry about it. You're working in home entertainment and most of the time people have an idea about what they're looking for anyway. They won't generally care about the technical stuff. You'll be fine."

They finished their lunch at the mall food court and made their way back to the store. On the way Reese excitedly proclaimed that the second console was finished and they should try it out tonight. 

"How was your first day?" his mother asked.

"It's a job."

"That's the spirit," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"I'm going to Reese's after I change. He wants me to see his new invention."

"Have fun."

"Here it is," he said, handing it to Trey, and beaming with pride.

Trey took the console from his best friend and turned it over in his hand, inspecting it. "Cool," he said. "Do you really think it will work?"

"Hell, yeah." He practically snatched it from Trey's hand and said, "Have a seat." He turned and reached for the pack of diodes. He stuck two on his own temples and one on the base of his neck. Trey sat and watched before Reese did the same to his friend. Afterward he pulled the cords, which were coiled inside the console, and clipped them onto the diodes and pressed a button on the console, which flashed yellow before turning a steady green.

Trey watched as Reese plugged a six-foot black cord into a port on the side of the console before attaching his own diodes, turning on his console and plugging in the other end of the cord. He handed Trey a blindfold mask with a smile. "Clear your mind and follow my directions." Trey nodded. 

Reese took a seat in the other desk chair and slipped on his own mask. Trey followed suit.

"Where would you like to be?" asked Reese.

"The Playboy Mansion," laughed Trey.

"Fine. But there's no one there but you and me."

"Gross."

"Try again," his friend laughed. "And don't say it out loud. Create it in your mind."

After a few seconds, Trey was amazed to find himself in the cottage his family rented in Myrtle Beach when he was twelve. He smelled it. He felt the carpet under his feet. He felt the warmth of the sun at his back and turned to see the sliding glass door that led onto the deck, the sun low in the sky and shining into the door. 

"There should be a mirror." Trey turned to see his friend Reese standing behind him.

"This is pretty cool."

"Thanks. Now find that mirror so you can create the you that you want to be here."

"How?"

"The same way you created the place. Who do you want to be?'

Trey turned in the room, then moved down the hall. He saw the room where he had slept that summer, and knew that there was a mirror hanging on the back of the door. The room was just as he had remembered it: two twin beds with thin green blankets against opposite walls, a dresser in the middle, holding a lamp, and a ceiling fan with a globe light. He entered and closed the door. 

As the door closed, his reflection swung into view. He wasn't twelve, but he was just as he looked today, including the same jeans and t-shirt and brown shoes. He had always wished his hair was longer and more manageable. His hair immediately changed. It was no longer dark and curly, but was longer, a sun-kissed blond. His eyes changed from brown to blue, as he imagined the girls would love. His nose became narrower, more triangular and his jaw transformed into one stronger.

With a smirk he watched his body transform into a ripped, bestial form, broad in shoulder and narrow in waist. He pulled his shirt, now too tight, over his head and looked with wide eyes at the sight of his personal fantasy come to life. "Holy shit," he muttered, flexing in the mirror.

He got a wicked smile on his face and watched a bulge grow in his jeans, extending down his left leg. He reached to unfasten his jeans and then realized where he was. He immediately appeared in the board shorts his mother had deemed too expensive, and smiled at his choice. Pushing them down, he saw his thick, heavy dick hanging low. Smiling even more broadly, he watched it become the size of an elephant's trunk, the first few inches lying on the floor. He was surprised that he could actually feel the cool hardwood floor on the underside of the head of his cock. With a laugh he watched it pull back until it was a respectable, yet fantastic dick that almost reached his knees. Trey reached down to heft it in his hand, impressed by its weight, length, girth, and warmth.

"It's not even hard," he laughed. He watched it expand and stick nearly straight out, wrapped with veins and hard as steel.

"What's that?" Reese asked, looking for clarification. It sounded as if he called from the other room. 

Trey walked out naked and said, "What do you think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," laughed Reese. "I don't see the same thing, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Now I have—"

"Don't tell me! If you tell me, my mind picks up on what you see instead of what I want to see."

"Oh, man, that sucks! You've got to see this!" Trey was swinging his dick around, laughing.

"Don't tell me. Let me guess."

"You, too?"

"Of course!"

They both laughed.

"Hey, Reese. Let me ask you something. Do I need to do this every time I use it?"

"You shouldn't have to. Your brain will kind of associate with it and should take this as your default setting. If you change something, that will reset the default. At least that's what it did for me. Some things may change, but generally it should be just what you want."

"So now what?" Trey asked.

"Whatever you want. Go where you want, do what you want. . ."

"What about other people?"

"Oh. The best I can tell from my own experience, I have to create the people individually. I can't just say I want a bunch of people on the beach. They need faces, shapes, clothes, movement. It can get pretty tedious. Also, when I would focus on one person, the others would kind of disappear. That's why having more people join in is better. See, as long as we're talking, I'm there with you. Same with you being in my game."

"Okay, so I'm at the beach. Where are you?"

"Mountains. Crystal spring by a waterfall."

Suddenly, Trey noticed that he was at a spring by a waterfall. "That's so cool. It's so beautiful here." Reese was standing on the small sandy beach near the rock outcropping.

"We're not seeing the same place. You're seeing your idea of this place and I'm seeing mine."

"No way! That's awesome!"

"Thanks. What do you think so far?"

"This thing is great!" Trey decided to make someone. Naturally it was a woman. He had seen a lady come into the store today. He wanted to bring her to the mountains. Suddenly she was there: blonde, green eyes, bright smile, mid-40s, huge tits (his own addition), full ass, and a hot pink bikini. "Holy shit," he muttered, "It worked."

"What worked?"

"Make a woman," Trey answered. "I just brought in this lady that came into the store today!"

"So what are you going to do now?"

"We should tag team her!"

"Hmm. I hadn't thought about that." He paused for a minute. "Okay, I think I'll need to make a woman and then each of us will have to picture both of us doing her."

"That sounds weird."

"Well, if you want to double team a woman in this game, that's the only way I can think to do it." Reese paused. "There we go."

"What?"

"Now I have one we can do together."

"So how do we do it?"

"I think we have to agree on the act."

"You mean like, taking off her top and blowing both of us?"

"Let's try that," Reese muttered.

"Too late," groaned Trey. As soon as he thought it, he saw her top disappear, her dark pink nipples resting high on her large tits and she was suddenly blowing he and his best friend. Unfortunately he had seen Reese in the shower in gym on several occasions, so he knew what he was packing, and he also had his giant erection. Reese looked the same because why the hell should Trey put any effort into making his friend look better?

The blonde on her knees took all of Trey's gigantic dick into her throat and Trey could feel the warm wetness on his real dick. He could even feel her saliva dripping down his balls. "Oh, fuck," moaned Trey.

"Shut up," groaned Reese, enjoying his own blowjob by his favorite teen porn star.

"Sorry." 

While Reese watched the tiny brunette deep throating his horse cock before switching to his average-sized friend, Trey was watching the busty blonde alternate between his gargantuan meat and his best friends nondescript penis. What neither of them knew about the other was that each fantastical woman was moaning and begging for the cum of her hero. Trey blew his load sooner than expected, filling his jeans with a load of his seed while imagining it was in the throat of the blonde. He felt the explosion and quickly ripped the blindfold off, suddenly back in Reese's room and still ejaculating in his pants. He jerked his head toward his friend, who was grunting and thrusting in his chair, his hands gripping its plastic arms. 

Reese slumped in his chair and Trey shook his shoulder. "Reese, dude!"

"What?!" he cried, yanking the blindfold off his eyes. He quickly recognized what had happened and looked at his crotch. "Oh, shit," he muttered. He looked up at his friend, embarrassed at what had just happened.

"Reese, man," Trey shook his head. "You're totally going to win!" He started cracking up, causing Reese to laugh heartily along with him before pumping his fist in victory and letting out a howl.

Twenty minutes later they were in the kitchen eating frozen pizzas and talking about the console and their experience. Reese had loaned Trey a pair of shorts as his underwear and jeans were quickly being washed and dried.

"I can't believe how real that woman looked and felt," Trey said. "I felt fucking everything."

"I'm telling you, dude, that's your brain. Your brain made her real! That console just showed what you made. I got a blowjob from a fucking pornstar!"

"We didn't get to double-team her, though."

"We probably would have if we hadn't blown our loads already. She was sucking us both off."

"So was that blonde chick from the store. You've got an awesome sex toy here. You know that right."

"But I don't want it to be just a sex toy. I want it to take people wherever they want to go and to be whoever they want to be. You know that phrase, 'if you can dream it you can do it'? I want that to be real."

"Then we need to try other stuff. War games, fantasy games, sports. . ."

"I want to be a stunt man."

"Do you think we could do comic book stuff?"

"Or Japanese animation?"

Trey shrugged. "I've seen enough that I can probably do that."

"Trust me. Whatever you've seen and experienced is in your brain somewhere. You can bring any of that in."

The Game of Thrones theme played on Trey's cell phone. Shit, he thought, it's Darla.

"Yeah," he answered.

"If you and Reese are done jerking each other off, mom wants you home."

"Is that what she said?"

"Yeah, Trey. She said, 'Tell your brother to get his hand out of Reese's panties and come home.'"

"Well, I appreciate you pulling your fist from your own ass long enough to call." Trey hung up and said, "I gotta go. I'll get my clothes tomorrow."

"No problem."

"When can I come over and try your game again?"

"I don't know; we'll work it out."

"Cool."

"Hey, wait a second," Reese said as Trey stood to leave. He picked up the console Trey had used and said, "Take it with you and do some of the other stuff you were thinking about, you know fighting and anime and stuff. Tell me what you think."


New You



"Are you serious?" Trey beamed.

"Serious," he said, hand raised. "Just be careful. Don't let anything happen to it."

"No problem," he said as Reese stuffed the console, blindfold and a small pack of diodes into a backpack.

Trey walked into the front door, the dark blue backpack slung over his shoulder.

"What's in the backpack?" Darla challenged

"Granny porn."

"Eww! Mom!"

"Trey!"

"What? I'm just kidding!"

"Still, that's gross," said Darla, her nose wrinkled as she turned back to watch Wheel of Fortune. She immediately spit out the answer with glee, with only a few letters lit up, much to our mother's dismay.

"Darla!" Mom turned to Trey. "That's still inappropriate, Trey."

"Okay, I'm sorry. It's just Reese's invention. He wants me to try it out and see what I think. We tried it together this afternoon and it's totally cool!"

"Oh, yeah?" she asked, interested. "What is it?"

"It's kind of like. . . um. . . you like put yourself in the computer and make your own world."

"Like virtual reality?" asked Darla.

Trey shrugged. "Kind of, but different."

"Different how?" his mother asked.

"It's hard to explain. Reese is the one to ask. I only know what he told me, and what I tried out today. I really don't know any more."

"Oh, okay." Mom turned back to the television, joining her daughter in mocking the contestants as they spun the wheel and picked up, or lost, prizes. 

Trey headed down the hall to his room and closed the door. He imagined what he wanted to see as he carefully clipped on the alligator clips to the diodes before attaching them to the back of his neck and to his temples. He plugged the console into the wall and turned it on before sliding the blindfold over his face as he reclined on the bed. All was black for a moment until the spring he had visited before reappeared. He was alone now and looked down at himself, excited to still see the muscles and the tan and the humongous dong that hung between his legs. He smiled and shook his head in disbelief.

"Okay, I need to work on an adventure," he said. "Maybe a monster to fight." As soon as he said that, the ground rumbled beneath his feet. He spun on his heels to feel another rumble and to see the trees before him shake as if something was breaking through. The pit in his stomach was real enough and he wondered what would happen if he got wounded in this game. Or worse.

The ground shook again and a large fur-covered monster, like bigfoot, only bigger, with bigger jaws and three red eyes, broke through the foliage. His fur was dirty and brown and he held a spiked club while wearing a leather and steel loincloth.

"Holy shit," thought Trey. "I drew you in middle school!" He and Reese and a few other friends used to play Dungeons and Dragons and sometimes they would come up with new monsters. "Grondog," he muttered. The monster roared, his club held high overhead. "The only way to defeat you," he said, "Was. . ."

He looked down and saw the silver and black leather hilt of Domitus, the name for the magic, indestructible sword he had created for the same game. It looked so real, much more so than his colored pencil sketches of it on graph paper. This was what he saw in his mind when his feeble hands attempted to translate it on paper. He reached across his body with his strong right arm, noticing the steel cuffs on his wrists and the breastplate and codpiece and brown leather boots that would protect him as he battled the beast. Grasping the hilt of Domitus, he felt it buzz in his hand. He ripped it from the sheath and the blade glowed yellow. He laughed with confidence and disbelief.

He had never felt so brave. He gave a mighty shout, returned by a roar and a charge by Grondog, the ground thundering under each step. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Trey ran unimpeded toward his foe, Domitus proudly leading the way. Trey was no longer Trey. He was Paldor. Paldor was a warrior from the North. Fashioned after viewings of Conan the Barbarian, Hercules, and all the Titans and warriors of Greece, Rome, Persia, and his own imaginings. Paldor had never been defeated in battle, and he had been trained for war, captured as a young warrior, held in slavery while trained as a gladiator. Having won his freedom, he now spent his days fighting for the weak and defending the defenseless from ruthless beast and villain.

Grondog's club smashed down onto Paldor's blade, but it didn't budge. Paldor sidestepped and spun, using the flat of his sword across the calf of the great beast, laughing as Grondog crumpled to his knees and let out an angry roar.

"You're going to have to do better than that," laughed Paldor, twirling Domitus in his meaty grasp. 

Grondog quickly rose and swung down again. Paldor, however, rushed under his legs, yelling, "Someone needs a shave!" He jumped high and grasped the end of Domitus' blade, the other hand on the hilt. Landing between Grondog's shoulder blades, he slid down his back feet first and held Domitus against the beasts back, shaving him smooth as he fell. He landed on his feet with a laugh, Grondog growling in frustration.

"Shall I kill you now or let you think you can win?" he called.

Grondog roared and spun, taking a low swing at Paldor. The warrior jumped straight up, flipping in the air as he swung his sword, severing Grondog's right hand, the hand and club fell to the grass with a thud as the beast howled in agony. Unwilling to surrender, Grondog swung at him with his left hand, surprising Paldor and hitting him hard in the back. Paldor went flying and landed hard on the sandy beach. Trey was stunned at the feeling of both the impact by Grondog and of the landing, plus the feel of sand on his back and the taste of it in his mouth. He stuck his face into the spring to rinse his mouth and quickly stood.

"I guess you're ready to die, then," he said. Paldor charged the great beast, stepping onto a large rock and launching himself off of it, spinning in the air and connecting with Grondog's neck. His roar was quickly cut short into a gurgling burp before being silenced altogether. Paldor landed behind him and, keeping his back to the carcass, which had thudded heavily on the grass, wiped his blade on Grondog's leg to clean off the blood before sheathing Domitus.

"Well, that was fun," he laughed, walking toward the forest. He stopped and looked around. "Now I know that one works." His blood was pumping and he got a thought. "Cassie," he said out loud. "I need a companion for my adventure." He heard splashing in the creek that ran away from the spring and looked over to see his high school crush bathing naked in the crystal brook. Crystal. That would be her name.

"Hail!" he called out. The busty brunette turned toward the voice, a look of anxiety on her face as she lowered her body into the stream and covered her breasts with her arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Did you mean to spy?" she asked.

"No. I was just walking by and saw you bathing."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long. I just came from defeating the great beast," he boasted.

"Grondog?" she asked, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Yes. Grondog. Is there another great beast around that I should kill?" he asked, looking around, arms outstretched.

"It appears that you are the only great beast around now," she said, eyeing his physique.

He stepped forward. "I'm no beast. I'm but a man. And I long for a companion."

"A companion for what?"

"For adventure; someone to fight beside me. And someone to keep me warm at night." She knew his eyes were roaming over her poorly hidden form. As he took off his scabbard and his armor to lay it on the grass he spoke. "Let me see you."

"But we have only just met."

"No," he smiled, thinking back to Cassie. "We've met before. You just would not remember me. I am much different now. What is your name?"

She hesitated. "Crystal."

"I am Paldor."

"It looks as though you need to bathe as well, Paldor. The beast's blood covers you."

"I do." He was now down to just his loincloth. "I will bathe here. With you." He removed his loincloth and she gasped.

"I can see that you have a mighty sword!" she said, her cheeks flushed.

"I have two swords. One for taking life, and one for giving it." He waded into the water, his giant penis swinging between his taut legs. He noticed that Crystal was licking her lips. "We should clean each other. It will make the bathing more enjoyable."

She nodded.

"Stand up. Let me see you."

She hesitated before removing her arms from her breasts and standing in the thigh deep water. The crystal water rolled down her bronzed skin, her nipples taut, whether due to the cold or the longing, Paldor did not know. Her mound was covered in a trimmed patch of dark brown curls, her pink labia peeking from underneath.

"You're truly a goddess!" he exclaimed, the cool water rising as he drew closer to her. Trey was again amazed that he could feel the coldness of the water on his legs, the round stones beneath his bare feet, and the warmth of her skin on his fingertips. "Crystal," he whispered. Her cheek nuzzled against his hand briefly before he ran it down over her body. He cupped her breasts and felt her stomach and hips. Paldor turned her around and cupped the water in his hands before pouring it over her shoulders and rubbing gently along her back. He reached down and cupped her globes, firm and tight and soft.

She gasped at his touch and he ran his hand between her legs, feeling the heat and the moisture on her soft pink skin. He heard and watched her shudder at his touch, whimpering as his fingers worked her open. He stood closely behind her, his erection standing tall, and he reached around to grip her breast. Again she groaned. He quickly brought her to orgasm, feeling her trickle over his hand before collapsing back against his chest.

Paldor turned her around and kissed her deeply. Finally, Trey thought, I am kissing Cassie. Trey's prick was as turgid as Paldor's as his tongue wrestled with Crystal's.

"I need to clean you up," whispered Crystal, running her hands down Paldor's chest. "Lower into the water."

Paldor sunk into the cold creek up to his shoulders and Crystal lowered with him. Her hands ran all over his body, washing the blood and sweat from his chest, his face, his arms. Crystal looked into his eyes with mischief as he felt her fingers try to encircle his cock. Her slim fingers were nowhere close to meeting and her eyes grew wide in realization. Paldor smirked in pride.

"This will tear me open," she worried.

"No. It will bring you incredible pleasure."

"I fear your sword will take my breath."

Paldor laughed. "It may, but only for a moment. Soon, you will embrace it. All of it."

Crystal giggled. "Stand up, so I may taste you." Paldor stood and Crystal's eyes were wide and hungry. Both hands immediately wrapped around him and stroked him toward her face. He stepped forward and Crystal took him into her mouth, her tongue lathing his flesh. Trey was again amazed at the reality of her touch. More and more of his dick pushed forward into her throat with ease. She did not struggle and did not gag. Soon he thrust full length into her and back, enjoying her touch. Trey was afraid the same thing would happen as did yesterday, so he withdrew.

"It is not your mouth I want," Paldor breathed. Crystal nodded excitedly, all apprehension gone.

"And I want all of it."

"Turn around," Paldor ordered, bending Crystal over a round boulder. She gladly complied and her legs spread, opening her up to his gaze and touch. She was positively dripping. He pressed the head against her opening and watched her stretch open around his girth. Her face and sounds were those of undivided pleasure. Paldor buried himself until his hips were pressed against her ass. Trey felt her clenching as if she were in his room with him.

In and out Paldor began to thrust, his full length sliding through her pussy, the sun glinting off the gloss of her arousal on his shaft. Crystal whimpered and whined before she began to wail at the pleasure of his thrusting. "Paldor!" she cried, "Fill me! Fill me with your seed!"

Trey jerked on his bed as his orgasm overtook him. His underwear filled with his own excitement as he splashed his cum within his fantasy lover. Paldor stepped back in the creek and collapsed on a rock. Everything faded to black and Trey removed his blindfold. He was once again in his room and exhausted. He was covered in sweat. He began laughing with joy. "Fucking Reese, man," he laughed.

"Is it sticky yet?" Reese laughed when Trey called him.

"No," Trey snickered, shaking his head. "I did something cool, though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I fought a monster. And then I created a girl and then I screwed the girl."

"And?"

"And it was amazing! It was so real I could feel and taste everything. It was like being there."

"How did you look?"

"The same as I remembered. You were right: it's like my brain knew."

"What else did you do?"

"Nothing, yet. You?"

"I did try anime. It was harder than I thought it would be, but totally cool. You need to try it."

"I guess I should picture something first, huh? That's what I did this time and it was a lot easier."

"Yeah! We could call it. . . like. . ."

"Storyboarding?"

"Yes! Storyboarding! Perfect!"

"Cool."

"What are you up to?" Darla asked, oozing snark.

"I'm on the phone. What do you want?" Trey snapped.

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"It's Reese."

"That's what I said," she laughed. "Mom said to come get you for supper."

"I gotta go, Reese," Trey said as Darla exited.

"Can you try that anime thing afterward and let me know?"

"Sure. Let me think about what to do."

"Thanks for helping me out."

"Are you kidding me, this is awesome! Okay, I gotta go. Darla's yelling."

"Later."

They hung up and dinner for Trey was uneventful. Darla acted sweet so their mom wouldn't get on to her, and Trey thought about his anime adventure. After dinner he went online to get some fresh images and ideas so he could create a cool world. He began to compile an image for himself and one for a female companion.

"Anime is awesome!" he laughed when he first got a glimpse of himself in the game. His blue hair was spiked wildly, his form strong and lean, and his eyes were like glowing embers, deep and glossy. His nose was small and pointed, barely there and he was dressed sharply in a long red coat, carrying two kitanas crossed across his back, their hilts white.

He found himself alone in a city of high gloss, all steel and glass, and was surrounded by custom cars of every kind. He turned to see a dream vision: a tall, young-looking pink-haired vixen. Her eyes were pale blue and looked at him with curiosity. She wore her hair in long pig tails, flowing down past her waist and her dress was short and tight, except for the skirt, which flared widely, barely coming to her thighs. It was white and deep blue and she had white thigh high boots with tall heels. Her most alluring feature, however, was her chest. Her breasts sat high and round, much too large for her thin frame, but it was arousing nonetheless.

"What are you doing?" came her voice, sounding sharp and. . . familiar.

"Are you deaf?!" She looked and sounded angry. "I said. . ." She jumped and grabbed his head in her hands, a sharp pain at his temples, "What are you LOOKING AT?!"

A bright flash of white exploded. When Trey could see again, the young woman was just standing there as if nothing had happened. "What was that for?!" he asked. Nothing. She just stood there looking as confused as he was. "Seriously," he said, "Why did you do that?" He touched his hand to his temple, pulling it back to check for blood. Nothing.

"Oh, shit," muttered Darla, standing in Trey's room, holding the two diodes in her fingers. She dropped them and started shaking him, but his body was lifeless on his bed. "Trey!" she called. Louder: "TREY!!" She slapped his face like she had seen them do on movies to get his attention, but he wouldn't respond.

Her mother rounded the corner hurriedly. "I heard shouting! What happened?!"

"I don't know," she said, still shaking him, tears filling her eyes. "I asked what he was doing and he wouldn't answer me, so I pulled these off his face and he just went limp!"

"Trey," his mother said more gently, shaking him. "Trey, wake up, honey, it's mom. Trey!"

He walked over to the girl and wanted a conversation, so he created one. "I'm. . ." he couldn't think of a good name, then he remembered a name on a karate dojo near his house. "Shotokan."

"Shotokan," she repeated. "I'm Ryku."

"Hello, Ryku." She nodded. "Are these your cars?"

"No. They're yours."

"Mine?" Again she nodded. "Too cool."

"We need to call Reese and see what's going on," their mother said, picking up Trey's phone. She dialed Reese's number and he answered quickly.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Reese? This is Mrs. Barnett, Trey's mother."

"Yes, ma'am." He was surprised to hear from her.

"We have a little problem with your machine and need your help. Can you come over?"

"Can I do it tomorrow? It's kind of late."

"No, we need you right now."

"What happened?"

She was exasperated. "Can you come or not?!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there." He packed up his other console and the connector cable in a backpack, grabbed Trey's clean pants and underwear, told his parents where he was going and drove over.

"Oh, shit! What did you do?!" he asked, running his hands through his hair as he regarded his best friend, lifeless on the bed, but thankfully still breathing.

"I don't know!" Darla cried, her eyes again filled with tears. She held out her hand with the two diodes. "I just pulled these off and this happened." 

"That's all?" Reese asked. "Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

Reese reached around and felt the diode on the back of Trey's neck. "Okay, the third diode is still there. We need to make sure and leave that one on. Do NOT remove it under any circumstance, at least until we figure out what's going on. If I had to guess, I would say that line is the only thing keeping him tied into both worlds."

"Both worlds?" Mrs. Barnett asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Sit down," said Reese, taking a seat in Trey's desk chair. Darla and her mother sat on the edge of the bed, shaking as the bed moved. Reese began to explain the concept of the game system, his own experience with it, and Trey's testimony to it. He told them that this was something he never thought could happen because in theory, when the diodes or the blindfold were removed, it would be the game that would be disconnected, not the person's mind. He could not even imagine that as a possibility.

"So that's what happened, then?" Darla sobbed. "His brain is still trapped inside this?" she picked up the console.

"Hang on," said Reese. "I wouldn't say that. I just don't know what's going on and the best thing I can figure is that his mind was so immersed in the experience, that when it suddenly stopped, he is still, somehow, in that experience. He may wake up on his own, or be jarred out of it by some experience in the game, or just snap out of it like from a dream after a time." He paused. "Or. . ." He thought for a moment, wondering if it would be too ludicrous to consider.

"Or?" Trey's mother asked, waiting for Reese to complete the thought.

Reese sat up and let out a long breath. "Or maybe someone will have to go in after him."

"Go in after him? What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Barnett.

"I mean one of us may need to go into the game to find him and bring him back."

"I don't even know what that means!" Darla stood, flapping her arms in a panic.

"Darla, calm down," her mother spoke reassuringly, touching her arm. Darla dropped onto the bed and leaned into her mother's side. Mrs. Barnett stroked her hair to soothe her.




New You



"Okay, Reese," she sighed. "So how is this supposed to work?"

"Well, this is just theory, but hear me out."

Shotokan howled in laughter as his car drifted around a corner, tires squealing, in the otherwise empty city streets. Bright greens, pinks, yellows, blues, and reds decorated everything, the sky a pale blue, not a cloud in sight. Ryku sat silently in the passenger seat, her breasts separated by the black seatbelt, the dress exposing most of her smooth thigh. The wheel felt real in his hand and he could actually feel the pop of the gearshift as he moved through the gears. The clutch was heavy, but short, just as he imagined a racecar would be and he was driven back against the black leather bucket seat with the force of the acceleration out of the turn.

Driving was fun, but he needed an opponent, a villain. Just then a bright yellow car with red rims kept pace with him. Shotokan looked over to see the sneer of a green-haired punk with wraparound shades looking at him. In the passenger seat was a beautiful amber-eyed girl with a shock of white short hair giving him a smirk. The driver reached for the dash and pressed a button and the small yellow car burst forward, blue flame firing from the tailpipe.

Shotokan looked a Ryku and she smiled and nodded. "Do the honors," he smiled.

Ryku extended a slender digit and pressed the green button on the black dashboard. The car jerked forward, the city a blur. Ryku and Shotokan were both pressed flat against the seats and the yellow car grew larger in the windshield as they caught up to the green-haired punk. They quickly blew past them, the look on the driver's face one of rage. The checkered flag waved in the hand of a raven-haired, busty girl in a tiny bright green bikini. Both cars skidded to a stop, sliding sideways on the slick asphalt.

Suddenly a crowd cheered, though they were all faceless shapes, none of them detailed.

The punk walked up to Shotokan as he stepped from the car. Like in a movie, the crowd continued to cheer. "You think you're good?" the punk crowed, his face right in Shotokan's. "Because you won your first race?"

"I could just as easily say you lost my first race," Shotokan smirked. The crowd snickered and the white-haired girl smiled at him over the punk's shoulder. 

The punk lifted his shades to his forehead and sneered. "You want to go again?"

"What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?"

"Pinks."

He laughed. "You think I'm going to give you my car if I lose one race?" he asked.

"That's not the pink I'm talking about," he smiled as he looked over at the busty white-haired vixen. A sly smile grew on her lips.

"We don't race for women," he said.

"You sure?" asked Shotokan, looking over his shoulder at Ryku. "You don't think she's worth it?"

The punk looked back at his own passenger. He dropped his shades back over his eyes. The crowd was quiet. "Deal," he said. "Pinks." He quickly turned and walked to his car.

Shotokan watched Ryku slide in next to him, her skirt rising to show very brief white panties. Her prominent breasts bounced as she settled into the seat and were again separated by the black seatbelt. "What's legal here?" he asked.

"Whatever you want," she smiled. She turned to face the windshield and Shotokan drove to the starting line. Again, the bikini beauty held a small green flag. She threw it down and both cars squealed, bursting down the street. The engine roared as Shotokan's seat rumbled beneath him. The steering wheel and gearshift vibrated under his touch and he saw the front end of the bright yellow sports car out of his periphery. The bright colors of the city were again streaks past his windows as he roared through the streets. Up ahead he saw a green crystal spinning in the sky with a red ramp underneath it.

"Get that crystal," Ryku said. "If he gets it, we're finished!"

"What is it?"

"It's an accessory. We'll see when we get it. Whatever it is, don't hesitate to use it."

Shotokan made sure that the punk driver didn't get in front of him and he quickly saw that he needed to get to that ramp. The punk tried forcing him off the road by pushing closer, but Shotokan held his lane. The punk tried to move in behind him and take the ramp, but before he could accelerate, Shotokan swerved over and held that lane. The road quickly turned red and he found himself on the ramp, the crystal large before him. He didn't think about how he was going to land.

He flew right through the crystal and heard a tinkling chime sound, familiar to him from a video game. "All right!" He cheered, adrenaline in his veins. Ryku cheered with him. They landed on a down ramp and floored it, letting the ramp drive him forward. He was now several car lengths in front of the punk, the yellow car smaller in his rearview mirror.

Shotokan and Ryku drifted through the next couple of turns before the other car burst past them, again, blue flames firing from the tailpipe. "Use the crystal!" cried Ryku. "It's a power bolt and will short his electrical system for a few seconds. When he slows down, go past him, then hold nitro to finish out the race."

"Okay," he said, gripping the wheel. "Let's do it."

Ryku pressed a diamond-shaped blue button on the dash, next to the green circular nitro button, and a short burst of lightning shocks fired from the hood of his own car and wrapped around the punk's car. It slowed dramatically and Trey blew right past him. Ryku pressed the Nitro button, eliminating any chance of being caught by their opponents.

They skidded to a sideways stop past the girl in a bikini and the crowd cheered, still faceless, but the roar of their excitement was clear.

"Why me?"

"Because, Darla, I have to stay out here in case it doesn't work, and try to figure something out. Your mom's mind isn't. . . young enough. No offense, Mrs. Barnett. What I mean is—"

"I think I know what you mean," she smiled. "Darla, it has to be you. I can't even imagine this, and Reese has to be here for both you and Trey to come out."

"I don't know if I can do it," Darla sighed, obviously frightened.

"Darla, look at me," Reese said, leaning toward her. She looked at him. "You CAN do this. I know you can." 

She looked at her mother, who nodded. "Okay," she nodded. "I'm in. What do I need to do?"

Reese explained how it worked and reconnected the diodes to Trey's temples before attaching diodes to Darla's temples and neck. He explained things to her as he connected the cables to her diodes, hooked the two machines together and turned his machine on. "I don't know what you're going to see when you're in there. Try not to think about anything. If my theory is correct, Trey is kind of a game master right now. If the machines are connected and your mind is clear, you may pop up into his game. Remember, you are not trying to control anything, but only find him and bring him back."

"How do I do that?"

Reese sighed. "I don't know. When you are in there, Trey may not look like himself or even go by his own name, but he should recognize his real name if you call out for him. Maybe he'll answer." He motioned to the desk chair and handed her the blindfold.

"What do I. . .?" Darla asked, holding up the blindfold.

Reese had her sit in the chair and put on the blindfold. He talked her through clearing her mind and then he and Mrs. Barnett sat quietly.

Darla relaxed, the room dark and quiet.

She felt it before she saw it.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" she heard. She opened her eyes, her mouth tasting salty and bitter. It felt like something was dripping off her chin. Suddenly her pussy was filled, pleasurably.

"Ungh!" she grunted. The world came into focus. Kind of. Again, she felt like she was getting fucked. She was bumped forward into something wet and soft. She heard a high-pitched whimper. It smelled like pussy. Come to think of it, that taste was familiar. Oh, shit, she thought. Her eyes snapped open in a weird, cartoonish world.

Unfortunately, her first experience in this world the smell and taste of pussy, feeling of getting fucked, and looking up the white cartoon belly of a large-breasted woman, her huge tits capped with bright pink nipples.

"Mmmpphh," she muttered, buried in a pussy as she tried to object while being pinned by the penis thrusting into her.

"Eat that pussy," she heard a gruff, breathy voice. The thrusting became more aggressive.

Darla felt her hands and feet as she tried to immerse herself in this new world so that she could have some control over what she was experiencing. She felt like she was wearing high heels and her hands were pressed against a smooth, warm surface. She felt hands gripping her hips firmly. She quickly gained strength and pressed back away from the bald pussy in front of her. She realized that she was licking the pussy of a cartoon woman lying across the green hood of a cartoon sports car, her pink pigtails draped over the fenders.

"Get back down there!" He demanded, pushing on her back.

"Get OFF!" She yelled, standing up hard and jerking away from the penis. She quickly turned around and saw a blue-haired man with a broad chest and a two-foot erection, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Hey!" he shouted. His erection was coated in a whitish sheen and dripped onto the pavement.

Darla looked around and squealed, "What the hell is this?!"

"Natomi," Shotokan said, "Bend back over and get to work. I was just getting warmed up."

Darla looked around and saw the busty girl with pink hair spread out on the hood of the car, sitting up, watching them. "Who the hell is Natomi?"

"YOU are!" He stroked his dick, drawing Darla's attention. She looked down and couldn't help her arousal. She'd never seen anything so huge. Sure, it was a cartoon. Then again, she thought, looking down at herself, so am I. She remembered that this was all in her head. She wasn't really getting fucked, wasn't really eating some other pussy. If she was going to try it, this was the time to do it. She had always been curious as to what it would be like to be with another woman. Sure, she had sucked her own juices off toys and her fingers and her boyfriend's dicks, but had never licked a pussy.

"Who's that?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Ryku.

"Ryku."

"And you are?"

"Shotokan."

"Now that I know everyone's name," she smiled, turning back around and burying her face in Ryku's pussy. She wiggled her ass and burst with joy and arousal when she felt that gorgeous prick split her open. "Mmmmm," she mumbled through Ryku's dripping pussy.

"What is she doing?" Mrs. Barnett asked, confused as she watched her daughter's hips gyrate on the bed. She looked over at Trey and noticed he had a sizable bulge in his jeans and his own hips were moving. She tapped Reese on the shoulder. "Look!" she whispered. "Trey's moving."

"Good! He's still connected."

"Oh, my god!" cried Natomi. Shotokan grabbed a handful of her short white hair and yanked her head back. "Fuck it!" she cried. "Fuck that pussy!" She thrust her fingers into the pussy in front of her. Suddenly she screamed in ecstasy, everything going white. Shotokan unloaded into her pussy while Trey filled his jeans. Natomi was immediately sprayed in the face with a flood of Ryku's juices. She was getting it from both ends. Meanwhile, Darla twitched on the bed, her own panties flooding.

"Holy shit," sighed Natomi, settling onto the hood of the car. Ryku slid off the fender and dropped to her knees, grasping Shotokan's dripping erection.

"We're not done yet, Natomi," Shotokan smiled. "Get over here."

Ryku looked over her shoulder, stroking the giant erection, and smiled at Natomi.

Natomi smiled and knelt beside her. Darla couldn't believe how much Ryku could take down her throat. When she pulled back and pointed it at Natomi, she gladly took it into her mouth. It felt so good in her mouth and her throat. She had always loved giving head. She looked up to see Shotokan gazing down at her, a dark shadow covering his eyes. She continued to press forward until her nose and lips rested against his groin. She pulled back and wrapped her tongue around his head and shaft as she worked. After a few strokes, she pulled back and pointed it at Ryku again. 

Ryku buried it, stroked a few times and handed it back. Back and forth they worked Shotokan's prick. Before long, he grunted and said, "Sit back!" They sat on their heels and he stroked himself a few times before a thick load of cream burst from the end and landed across their faces. A second, third, and fourth blast unloaded on them before a few smaller shots. They were covered all over their faces and breasts.

Natomi looked up and was surprised to see that after two giant orgasms, Shotokan was still rock hard. The veins were still pronounced, the head swollen. He reached down and pulled Natomi up by her arm. He quickly turned her around, surprising her, and pressed his plump head against the tight asshole. Natomi tried to protest with a squeak, but she was quickly impaled down to his balls. Surprisingly, the anal invasion was not at all unpleasant; in fact it was exciting. Her pussy, and her cartoon pussy, leaked at the feeling and the thought of having such a monstrous cock jammed up her ass.

Shotokan pulled her back against his chest, bringing a groan from her. He then scooped her up, holding her up by gripping behind her knees. Not one to sit idly by, Ryku leaned in and swiped Natomi's pussy with her tongue. Now she was getting stimulated with Ryku's tongue while Shotokan's prick fucked her tight ass with abandon. 

It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before Darla and Trey and Natomi and Shotokan came together. Natomi gushed all over Ryku's tongue and face and Shotokan's cum flooded out around his shaft and over his balls.

"My god!" cried Mrs. Barnett. "What is going on in there?"

"I don't know," said Reese. But I've got an idea, he thought. I hope it isn't what I think it is.

"Well, it sounds perverse."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions," he said calmly. "What they are each experiencing in their minds may not be translating in parallel to their bodies. We are only seeing a small piece of the puzzle as to what is happening in the consoles. We have no idea what is going on or what they are going through inside."

Mrs. Barnett nodded in understanding. "I guess you're right. I'll try to keep an open mind."

"Fuck, that's huge! So good," said Natomi as the giant erection hung huge and limp before her, dripping with a mix of juices. Shotokan smiled at her, looking down as his hand held his prick.

"You should go," said Shotokan.

Natomi stood. "What? Why?" Ryku stood beside her.

"I already have some pussy," he said nodding toward Ryku.

"Fine!" she said, spinning on her heels and picking up her short white trench coat dress. "I have somewhere to be anyway." A thought occurred to her. "Before I go," she said quietly, "I need your help."

"Fair enough," he said, sliding his dark blue pants back on.

"I'm looking for my brother. His name is Trey."

Shotokan froze, his stomach in knots. "Trey is your brother?"

"You know him?" she asked excitedly, stepping towards him.

Shotokan nodded blankly, but said nothing. "Darla."

Her world went white and she bolted upright in the chair, terror in her heart.

"Are you all right, sweetie?" her mother asked.

"I'm fine," she muttered, pulling the blindfold off. It was then that she realized no one was paying her any attention. Reese and mom were leaning over Trey, who was trying to sit up in bed. He was okay, it seemed, but a little dazed.

"You had us worried," snickered Reese, placing a hand on Trey's shoulder.

"Yeah, no. . . I'm fine," he answered. He looked over and his eyes met Darla's. He didn't know what to say to her, but it didn't matter anyway. As soon as he made eye contact, she jumped out of the chair and ran to her room. They all heard her door slam shut as Trey ripped the diodes from his head and neck, crying, "Darla! Wait!" He ran from the room while his mother and Reese looked at each other in confusion. 

Reese stood to go after him, but she grabbed his hand and shook her head. "Give them some time. I'm sure they need to talk about whatever it was that. . . happened in there." She pointed to the consoles as she said it. Reese nodded.

"Darla, please," Trey begged through the door after knocking lightly. "Please, can't we talk about this?"

Darla stood on the other side of the door, trembling. She had to make sure before she said anything. She reached into her panties, knowing what she would find, and she was right. They were soaked. She was not only aroused, but she had come. Hard. She knew the feeling of the afterglow and she had it. It had been cut short by the panic of knowing who it was that had fucked her and what he had seen her do. She tried to rationalize it in her head. Neither of them knew. But now that they did know, what did they know about each other? She had apparently entered into one of her brother's fantasies. He fantasized about cartoon women with big tits who were bisexual, and about fucking them in the ass. He fantasized about being big and strong and having a giant dick. It was disgusting, she thought, but she was also not surprised.

Why would her brother not be like every other guy? What guy has not wanted to be big and strong, muscular and ripped? Who didn't want a big dick to brag about? What male didn't love a woman with big tits who would do anything his heart desired? Why should her brother be any different?

"Come on," he begged. "Please let me in."

But even more so, what had she revealed about herself? Even if he had not known it was her, he did now. He watched her eat another girl out. He watched her have an orgasm while being drilled from behind, even with her face buried in another girl's pussy. He had watched her suck a dick and take its load all over her face and body. He felt and saw her come with a cock up her ass. It didn't matter that it didn't look like her! Now he knew it was her. He knew what she liked and it was none of his fucking business!

She spun and yanked the door open. Before he could speak, she grabbed his shirt and jerked him into the room, slamming the door behind him. He didn't even get a breath before she railed against him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! Dammit, Trey, you are one sick fuck! Is that all you want? Big tits and a tight ass to fuck?! Listen, you little perv! I don't care what you think you saw in there, but you'd better get a grip on yourself and keep your fucking mouth shut!" She shoved him in the chest, forcing him to fall back on her bed. "Do you understand me?!"

He nodded and tears filled his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Sorry?! You perverted little shit! You see yourself as having a giant dick and all this power over hot chicks, which, by the way, wouldn't be able to walk if they were so tall and skinny with such huge tits! The only way you can get a hot slut is in your dreams!"

"I know," he whimpered, tears sliding down his cheeks.

She sighed, hands on her hips. She felt bad for the pathetic little twerp, but she was still pissed. "Listen," she said, "I'm sorry I said those things about you. You're a good kid. Don't tell anyone I said this, but one day you'll find a girl who thinks you're pretty great."

"Really?" he asked, wiping his face and nose on his shirt.

"Ugh. Not if you keep doing stuff like that." She handed him the box of tissues off her desk. He took the box and used the tissue instead. She sat next to him and sighed. "Listen, I don't care if you jerk off to cartoon porn. You're not the first guy and you won't be the last. It's just. . ." Darla paused and fidgeted with her fingers. "I don't want you to think that I'm that girl in the cartoon."

"What do you mean?" he asked, obviously confused.




New You



"What I mean is, I don't want you thinking that I do that kind of stuff that we. . . that I did in there." She pointed at the wall, indicating Trey's room.

"I don't," he said emphatically, shaking his head.

"If I tell you something you have to promise not to say anything to anyone. EVER! Do you understand?"

"Cross my heart," he said, making an X on his chest with his finger.

She sighed and looked down at the floor. "I don't know if you could tell, but I kind of. . . enjoyed it."

"You did?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Okay."

"Did you. . . did you come in your pants?"

Trey's eyes got wide. He knew he had because his underwear was slick and wet in his jeans. He thought for a moment before nodding and looking away.

She sighed. "I thought so. I did, too."

"What? Really?"

"Not a word," she said, pointing at his nose. He nodded quickly. She took a deep breath. "When you. . . he. . . was doing those things to me—her, it felt real. And I kind of liked it."

"You did?"

She nodded. "I'm letting you in on a big secret. But the way I see it, we both have secrets to hide now, don't we?" she threatened.

"Yeah, of course. Not a word."

She eyed him sideways in a final warning before continuing. "It was very real. I mean, I've never been with a di—guy that big obviously, but it felt really good. It didn't hurt like a real one would, but I could feel everything. When I. . . when I came in there," she pointed, "I really did. My underwear is soaked."

Trey swallowed hard. He couldn't believe his sister was telling him this. He said, "I felt everything, too. Like, last time I did the game I fell in the sand and some got in my mouth. I tasted and felt the sand in my mouth. Did you. . . taste everything?" 

She regarded him for a moment before nodding.

"Wow," he whispered. She just rolled her eyes. "Can I ask you a question? Not a word about it, I promise." Darla shrugged, resigning herself to the flow of the conversation. "Um, when I tasted the sand, it's because I knew what sand felt and tasted like. My brain knew. How did you know what to feel and taste?"

"Well. . . none of that is new to me." He watched intently as she spoke. She continued. "I've given and received oral before. I've had sex and, yes, even anal." His eyes went wide for a second. "Oh, calm down," she said, smacking him lightly on the thigh. He smiled. "I've never been with another woman, but I've tasted myself on, like, my fingers and my boyfriends' dicks and stuff."

"Wow."

"So what about you, then? How do you know what that stuff feels like?"

He lifted his hand and smiled. "I don't really, so I just have to imagine."

"Oh," she smiled with a little nod. "Well, one day."

"Yeah. I hope so."

They sat quietly for a minute and then Darla wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him to her. "Thank you for talking to me about it. I feel better. I'm sorry I got so mad. I love you." She kissed his head and stood. "Now get the fuck out of my room, you little perv. I have to change." 

He returned her smile as he stood and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him. When he came downstairs after changing his own clothes, he found his mother, sister, and best friend in the living room discussing what had happened. He sat down on the couch where his mother was.

"So, now that Trey's here," Darla asked, "tell me why I just showed up in his space."

"Okay, now I'm just shooting off theory here, but the best I can tell, there are two things at work. First, he had already created a world, establishing it before you got there. With the machines hooked up, you were already going to interact with him in some way anyway. Second, your goal was not to go in and have an adventure of your own, but was to search for Trey. That could only happen in the world where he was already active. You did not try to create your own world, but knew you had to be in his. I can only guess that your motivation cleared you to be a part of what was already going on. Again, the brain knows," he shrugged.

"This is all way over my head," their mom said, standing. "I'm just glad everyone's safe and everything is back to normal. Reese, it's getting late. Would you like to stay the night?"

"I don't think so. I obviously have some new guidelines to add into the safety manual and some more theory to work through."

"Suit yourself," she said. "Well, thank you for coming over to help. I didn't know what we were going to do." She turned to head upstairs.

"No problem," he smiled, standing up. He grabbed his backpack from the floor beside the chair where he had been sitting. Once Mrs. Barnett was out of earshot, he whispered, "You guys were making some strange noises and stuff. It looked a little. . ." He made a face. "You know?"

"No." Darla looked confused. "OH! That! Monsters."

"Monsters?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," said Trey, ushering Reese toward the front door. "Big monsters. Lots of tentacles. Japanese, you know. Just tentacles everywhere."

"Tentacles."

"Tentacles," nodded Darla.

"Oh, because it sounded like," He made a circle with one hand and thrust the index finger of his other hand back and forth through it.

"Eww! Reese! Pervert!" Darla objected.

"Good lord, Reese! That's my sister, dude."

Reese looked embarrassed as he stepped onto the front porch. "Sorry. It just—"

"Man, you need a girlfriend," Darla huffed before slamming the front door.

She turned around and suddenly she and Trey burst into fits of laughter.

EPILOGUE

"Too cool!" cried the young man with the blindfold and diodes, a yellow Star Trek replica shirt on, a little to small for his portly form. Then he giggled. "Alien titties!"

"Your mom's coming!" Trey cried. The guy quickly pulled the blindfold off in a panic, bringing him back to the Sci-Tek convention. 

His embarrassment quickly faded to agitation. "Not cool, dude," he said, slapping the blindfold into Trey's chest as he stood up from the black reclining chair. He took the brochure and wandered off, meeting with a couple of his friends. Trey watched him quickly become animated as he cupped his hands out a foot from his chest, obviously telling his friends about the giant alien breasts he had created with his own mind.

"Every time," sighed Reese.

"I told you, man. This is what it's going to be used for. What do you care?" he said, slapping him on the back. "Look at this line! You're a hit!"

Reese smiled. "Yeah, it is pretty cool."

"Reese?" A baritone voice caused them both to turn and to see a middle-aged gentleman dressed in business casual, with a lanyard and Sci-Tek admission badge. His had a red strip along the right edge that said "corporate" in white lettering within the red. 

"I'm Reese."

He pointed to the banner behind Reese and Trey. "I've heard good things about NuYu. Do you have a few minutes to talk?"

Reese spun and looked at Trey. Trey smiled big and gave him a thumb's up. "Sure," said Reese. "Have you tried it yet?"

"Not yet," the corporate executive said with a smile. "But I can't wait."

Reese disconnected one of the consoles and asked Trey if he and Darla could watch the booth. "No problem, man. Go."

Darla stood beside Trey. "I can't believe I'm at fucking Sci-Tek. Guess what I won't be posting online."

"Just another one of your secrets I'll have to keep," shrugged Trey with a smile.

"Fuck you, worm," she laughed, bumping him with her shoulder before turning her attention back to the line. "Okay, who's next?"