“Fuck yeah! You faggots are going down so fucking hard,” Vance shouted into the headset as he teabagged the virtual corpse he’d just shot on the screen. He’d lost track of time, then again, Vance was never really sure what time it was. Christmas break was a time for video games–he hadn’t had much time to play at college, and Christmas Eve or not, he was going to play until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
“Goodness, doesn’t anybody sleep anymore?” a voice said behind him, and Vance looked over his shoulder, finding a very strangely dressed Santa Claus by the chimney in the living room. “Oh well, if you want to be up all night with your video games, I suppose you could at least spend your time playing something better…” He shot Vance’s console with a strange, sparkly light and disappeared back up the chimney, before Vance felt his headset start to squirm next to his ear, and begin to grow. In a matter of moments, it had become a full helmet, and while Vance tried to fight it off, wires and cords had snaked out of the console, entangling him, wiring their way into his very body, and then the screen on the inside of the helmet lit up, and Vance was staring at a title screen–something called, “A Night at the Bathhouse.”
The screen shifted almost immediately, telling him to wait a moment while it obtained his starting character, and then he was standing in some sort of locker room, completely naked, and the entire simulation felt so real, but he had to still be in his living room, right?
“Choose your class,” a booming voice said in the room.
“I’m not playing this fucking game! Let me out of here you freak,” he shouted.
“’Fucking freak’ class selected. Please wait.”
“No! no, that’s not what I meant–”
It was too late. Looking down at himself, he was already changing, tattoos covering his entire body, all of them having to do with filthy sexual acts, but by far the greatest change was to his cock and balls. He’d always had a relatively short cock, but that was changing rapidly, as it expanded and extended into a monstrous shaft over a foot long, permanently hard from the amount of silicone he’d implanted into it, his balls pumped to obsecene proportions as well.
Terrified, he watched the tattoos swarm up onto his face and head, his hair becoming a bright red mohawk, and he reached down and started stroking his new member, feeling the powerful sensation overwhelm his mind, sexual desire and need creeping in and consuming his mind until he was panting, jacking his cock has hard as he could with both hands, his muscles swelling to equally obscene proportions until he came buckets on the floor in front of him. Licking his lips, he stumbled out of the room to play the game, finding a bottom bitch in one of the first rooms, and fucking the daylights out of his ass, and he was awarded with his first achievement of the game, “First fuck,” and rewarded with a fat PA in the head of his cock. He grinned down at it, the bottom bitch groaning with satisfaction on the bench, and Vance thundered off. He had all night to play after all, and he was sure there would be many more achievements to gain by the morning, and he could already tell that the changes in the game were probably going to last even after the system was shut off, and that he would be a fucking freak for the rest of his life.
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