Emulates what Stimulates

After the initial knee-jerk flinch that occurs every time a game cube fall directly on them, Dot, Mouse and AndrAIa found themselves standing in empty black space. Though the unending void was the first thing they noticed, the second was the obvious lack of Bob and Matrix. “Huh, I guess they didn’t make it in with us,” Dot theorized aloud. “But where’s the game?”

AndrAIa looked around the empty space with a calmness that came with familiarity. “This is pretty rare but not dangerous, I can tell you that much,” she assured Dot. “Sometimes a game would land before it’s fully loaded. It won’t affect us but I wouldn’t reboot just yet.”

Mouse, getting anxious to get started and get on with the rest of her day, drew out her sword and examined herself in it’s reflection. “Well this game better hurry it up. It ain’t nice to keep a trio of ladies waitin’ all day.” A few moments pass before a rather blandly rendered jungle complied around them. “Ugh, talk about your throw backs. This place looks positively sixty-four bit. Might as well get this over with.”

The three double clicked their icons and were soon enveloped by the light as game data began to download into their icons. When the light dimmed away, they all found themselves spirited away from the jungle and into an even more simplistic setting. They all seemed to be held in place on pedestals, each facing away from the other and while they could turn and lean their upper body, their legs refused to move. “Hey! What’s going on here?” Dot shouted to the backs of her friends.

The other two also attempted to move their lower halves, discovering it exercises in futility. “I don’t know,” AndrAIa admitted. “I think this place might have something to do with the rumors I’ve heard of users having a secret area in games to modify their appearance. I never knew anyone who’d actually found it and definitely never anyone taken to one.”

“The character creation room?” Mouse asked. “Honey, that’s just some urban legend among hackers, it ain’t real.”

As the two bickered, Dot grimaced as she felt her body being altered against her will. Like a powerful tingling sensation stretched across her head as her facial features were subtly altered to another’s preferences. The clothes she acquired from rebooting suddenly vanished, exposing her full form to the invisible voyeur whom now controlled her. She flushed with embarrassment and attempted to cover herself but it seemed any action she took to obstruct her most private of areas were denied to her. She was now bound to the laws of the game and without a keytool, she had no choice but to submit. Dot tried to call out to the others but it seemed that vocal sounds were nonexistent during alterations, only a looping soft jazz number in the background.

The tingling was now more a pain as the flesh on her chest began to stretch and expand. Her breasts began to swell larger and larger yet defying the drag of gravity. It was ridiculous and humiliating, her tits now looked like two zero binomes sewn to her chest. Despite their ability to defy gravity, those monstrosities were still heavy and were beginning to ache her back. At the whims of her unseen manipulator, Dot’s breasts had drooped down at various heights. Though none of these alteration seem to have caused any permanent damage they were causing her great pains both physical and emotional. After the user had bored of manipulating her body to ridiculous proportions, her breasts finally settled to it’s final shape, a set of H-cups with minor submission to the pull of gravity.

She was once again whisked back to the poorly rendered jungle where she stood alone in the clearing, nude, unable to wander beyond a few steps. “What? This jungle is a fake?” she asked aloud as she pressed her hand against the invisible barrier that prevented her to advance any further. The world faded to black for a moment and when it returned, so did AndrAIa, dressed in cut off khaki shorts with a pair of faux pistols strapped around her waist and a black sports bra. Dot tried to speak but their arms were snatched from their own volitions and they were forced into an embrace. “What is with this game? There’s no user, no objective and this jungle can’t be any longer than thirty feet in any direction.”

AndrAIa tried to pry her arms away but it seemed that in their rebooted state, they lost most of their ability to move freely. The struggle caused her chest to rub up against Dot’s and she felt a ting of inadequacy in the presence of Dot’s new, prodigious rack but she also felt a strange curiosity for them. “I... I don’t know. No objective, no game sprits, can’t even move around. I’m not even sure if this IS a game.” Their conversation was cut short as the unseen force that controlled them guided their lips together. Stunned, all they could do was stare at one another, unable to pull their lips apart. While Dot could only think of how embarrassing the situation was and trying desperately to find someway to break free, AndrAIa could only focus on the physical. Dot’s bare, large breasts heaving against her own, crushing them inward with each drawn breath, her hot breath flowing in through her parted lips, the heat of Dot’s body wrapping around her like a blanket. The game sprit was overcome by these strange sensations and eventually allowed them to take hold as she kissed Dot with the same passion and fervor she would kiss her brother.

Dot froze as she felt AndrAIa’s tongue circling around her own. She tried to pull away but it seemed any action that didn’t lead to physical, sexual contact was restricted. All she could feel was a growing sense of nausea, not by kissing her brother’s lover, which that alone made her incredibly uneasy, but the ever mounting realization that she was completely powerless in the situation. Just as abruptly as the two were forced together, that same force now compelled AndrAIa to lean down toward Dot’s breasts. “AndrAIa, what are you doing? We have to fight this!”

“Maybe... maybe that’s not the best idea, Dot,” she stammered, trying desperately to tack logic in her excuse to proceed. “So far fighting it hasn’t done anything... maybe if we just... play along, it’ll end faster.” Resisting ever urge to dive in like a starving beast, she slowly wrapped her lips around the deep green areola and began to gently suckle like a newly compiled sprite. Once she had a taste, she lost herself. Her moan sent a strange shiver down Dot’s spine before AndrAIa’s gentle suckling became a mindless feeding as she slurped, sucked and carefully gnawed on her bountiful bosom. Lost in her feeding frenzy, AndrAIa wrapped her hand around Dot’s lonesome left globe, gripping it, groping it, taking in the full feel of her firm, supple melon. Either it was all the physical or the unseen force that controlled them, Dot nearly broke to tears as she felt get body betrayed her mind and become aroused.

The world again faded to black and when it returned, they saw that they were a trio once again. Dot now found herself on her hands and knees while AndrAIa was flat on her back, gazing upward into the trimmed tuft of hair that adorned Dot’s moist pussy. Mouse, who had been absent a few moments ago, now stood before Dot. Clad in black vinyl boots that stopped at her thighs and a pair of matching long gloves, a topless corset and an odd red band around her bicep with a frowny face. As if that wasn’t strange enough, she also had a black rubber strap-on bobbing between her legs. “Well,” Mouse mused aloud. “Pretty obvious what’s expected of us here. Alright sugah, open wide and let’s get this over with.”

Dot looked up at her with confused, terrified eyes. “What?!”

“I might not’ve been around during y’all’s little makeout party but I agree with AndrAIa. We want out, best we can do is go along and get it over with.”

“I am NOT-!” Dot’s protest stopped cold as she felt a warm, wet thing drag across her cunt. AndrAIa couldn’t resist any longer and the same strange curiosity and longing that drew her to Dot’s breasts before now compelled her to taste her first set of female genitalis. The sudden sensation caused Dot’s mouth to drop open with a start, giving Mouse her chance to slide her fake cock in.

Mouse couldn’t help but grin as she began thrusting her hips. “Now don’t go takin’ this personally, hun. Just doin’ what I gotta do to survive. Besides, wouldn’t want a whole sector gettin’ nullified just cause you can’t get over bein’ a prude, now do we?” Dot could only glare up at Mouse as she continued to pump the phallus down Dot’s mouth. All the while, AndrAIa continued to explore the depths of Dot’s womanhood with her tongue, smacking her lips on her hairy exterior, slurping up every drop the seeped out. Dot did her best to block out the world around her, trying to keep as much of her dignity as possible until she felt the phony penis in her mouth begin to grow and expand. Mouse blew out an impressed whistle when she finally noticed the strange growth. “I guess the user ain’t done tweaking our unmentionables. Hope you’re doin’ alright down there, Dot.” Mouse smirked to herself, enjoying the power that came with fucking Dot’s mouth. Dot, on the other hand, began to whimper not only by the humiliation but the discomfort of having a thicker tube stretching her mouth open and the tip bumping into the back of her throat.

It didn’t take long for the world to once again fade to nothing and reappear with all three of them in different positions. Dot was now on her back but her mouth was far from free from assault. She and AndrAIa have swapped roles with AndrAIa on her knees, her shorts gone, with Dot’s face shoved up between her legs. Mouse found herself holding both of Dot’s legs over her shoulders and her long, hard dildo pressed against Dot’s soaking cunt. Unable and unwilling to resist her urges, she plunged her big black fake cock in and pushed all the way to the base. Dot gave out a muffled scream into AndrAIa’s box to Mouse’s carnal delight. “Oh, don’t get so worked up. It ain’t real so it ain’t like you’re cheatin’ on Bob. ‘Sides, least you’re feelin’ something.”

Dot tried her best to once again fight the unseen force that bond her but her effort were rewarded by losing control of her mouth as her tongue was now slithering it’s way through AndrAIa’s slit. AndrAIa squirmed and moaned as she reached down and started to finger herself as Dot’s tongue was forced to pleasure her orally, her other hand flew back to Dot’s heaving, bouncing breast and began to kneed it firmly. “Oh god... Dot...” she moaned as she lost herself in the passion of the moment.

Mouse showed no restraint as she pounded away into Dot’s cunt, each thrust deep enough for the plastic balls at the base to slap Dot across the ass. Whoever was controlling the happenings of this game, most likely some omnipotent user, they seem to have decided that keeping Mouse from having her own pussy stimulating was either a great joke on her or an overlooked detail, the former and latter filled Mouse with a dejected rage and she was happy to take it out on Dot’s pussy. She clenched her fingers tightly around Dot’s thighs as she slammed into her, harder and faster with each thrust, a bitter sweet sensation of knowing her strap-on was ripping through Dot’s tender uterus but unable to feel any of it. She began to fantasize how it would feel, having a blood engorged member forcing it’s way through the tight, hot embrace of a woman’s most sensual area, feeling every one of her constrictions and retractions and jumps and shivers until finally feeling her erupt in sexual release while she was still inside her. When Dot’s body finally did orgasm against her will, it only filled Mouse with an angry longing that caused her humps to become even more forceful.

She looked across to AndrAIa and it wasn’t hard to see that she wasn’t doing this to finish the game, she’s tasted something new, something alien, taboo and she wanted to indulge herself before everything went back to normal. Mouse reached out and forced AndrAIa’s face onto her own, kissing her roughly on the lips, desperate to feel anything beyond the embrace of a harness bucking into her crotch with every push. Being thrust into Mouse’s ravenous mouth stunned AndrAIa at first and her aggressiveness made her hesitant to return her affection but when she finally did try kissing back, it was half hearted, not at all like with Dot. When Mouse felt her reluctance, it only fueled the anger already boiling inside her. She yanked back on her long hair and bit into the base of her neck. AndrAIa froze up as Mouse nibbled down on her soft skin, keeping a firm grip on her hair, never ceasing her rhythmic hammering of Dot’s poor pussy. Though Mouse’s sudden aggressive interest in AndrAIa made her uneasy, her ceaseless masturbation bore fruit as she began to shiver with pleasure, feeling herself release atop of Dot’s still licking face.

In the distance, they heard a voice but none of them could hear it clearly over their own noises. It seemed that the game had ended for no clear reason, leaving the three toppled over one another, once again back in Mainframe, without a hint of destruction in sight. They had apparently won the game. AndrAIa was the first to rise up from the dogpile and clutched her hand to her icon. “Ah... what was that?” she pondered aloud, feeling a strange tingle around her icon. She looked down but nothing seemed out of place.

Dot shoved Mouse off of her with a snarl. “Get OFF of me!” she spat.

Mouse hit the ground with a thud and picked herself back up, rubbing her shoulder. “What was that for? We just got out of some weird game we didn’t know how to win without gettin’ our collective bitmaps nullified.”

Without a word, Dot slapped Mouse across the face the second she turned toward her. “You’re disgusting! What you did, you did that willingly, you wanted to do... THAT to me! Don’t you dare tell me you did it just to survive you sleazy, basic-!”

Before the two could erupt into a full brawl, AndrAIa pried herself in between them and attempted to do some damage control. “Please, relax, the both of you. It’s obvious that game messed with our heads, we weren’t ourselves. The only one who didn’t get affected wa-DOT!” she gasped. Neither of the three noticed before but Dot’s breasts remained enlarged, though not as immense as in the game but still a pair to be reckoned with. “Okay... maybe you did get affected.”

When Dot recognized that awed struck look on AndrAIa’s face, she pushed her away in disgust. “Get away from me! Both of you make me sick!”

While the girls had their conversation, Bob and Matrix, who were watching from afar, trying to make sense of what was happening, finally went over to them to see if they could calm the dispute. “Dot, girls, what’s going on, what happened in there?” Bob asked, placing his hand on Dot’s shoulder.

Dot shrugged off Bob’s hand and stormed away. “Nothing! I have work to finish in the Principal Office and I’d rather do it without seeing either of you two for a long time!”

Mouse sneered and went off on her own as well. “Fine! Wouldn’t want to yank that stick out of your ASCII and ruin your day!”

That left AndrAIa, alone and unsure what to do other than to stand there and turn her gaze between Mouse and Dot. Matrix, hoping to comfort his lover, encircled his arms around her but she shrunk away from his touch. “What?” he asked.

AndrAIa didn’t know how to answer, confused by everything that had happened so she just pushed back a bit of hair from her face and slowly walked away. “I’m... I just need some time to sort something out.”

As the two men watched the three walk off in the distance, Bob could only think of one thing to say. “Maybe... they just need some time to blow off some steam. I’m sure they’ll be fine... I hope.”