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It was Black Friday in 2033 when Alex purchased one of Greystone Labs’ first full e-gaming bodysuit modules to hit the market. Retailing for $10,000, it was heralded as the most realistic e-gaming experience in history. Some people thought it would be impossible to improve it. What could be more immersive than a full body Vacubed, fashioned with over 15,000 body sensors and pressure points? It even secreted a “Kwik dry” fluid that simulated blood if the enemy nabbed you in a first-person shooter game, or you were drenched in perspiration after a tough bout in the rerelease of Mike Tyson’s Punch Out!. If the bad guys caught you and tied your ankles on a spy mission in Dark Shadow: The Talisman of Budapest, the Vacubed would stiffen into a vice-like ring around your ankles, immobilizing you. If you slipped and fell into a pit of drying concrete, you’d be stiff as a statue until the game decided you were dead.
The lab produced four “experience models,” based upon intensity of the sensations produced. You could adjust the intensity using a dial with all four models, but Version 4.0 required you to sign a waiver at purchase. Extensive beta testing resulted in a product that couldn’t damage you permanently, but if Mike Tyson got you with a punch in the gut and you didn’t do core workouts at the gym, you’d count your lucky stars for playing in an empty room that didn’t have a coffee table with sharp edges! Version 4.0 was the closest you could get to a virtual experience: trapped in a Vacubed that hugged your legs, fingers, toes, even your privates if you unlocked the age-restriction feature (of course, this resulted in a wave of conservative politicians freaking out that Version 4.0 would engender a proliferation of porn gaming; but progress can only be held in check for so long). Just slip on the goggles, flip the initiation switch, toggle the emergency exit function, and you were transported to a completely virtual multiverse.
Of course, Alex, being a 24-year-old e-gaming fanatic, would settle for nothing less than Version 4.0. With one click of his Apple Pay, $11k found its way into the Electronic Universe virtual cash register and Alex drove home with his new toy and a host of games to boot. He’d planned on eating lunch while encased during his first game of Dark Shadow (after all, only a true spy wouldn’t abandon his virtual universe to take a meal), but the suit was so lifelike he had to remove it to shake off the claustrophobia. So, he sat, munching on a PB and J sandwich, numb from virtual gaming, until the doorbell rang. It was Sarah.
He'd known Sarah since junior high school, and always had a mild crush on her. The kind you wouldn’t admit to yourself because other more attractive girls held your attention, and you were too shy to ask her anyway. She was short, still prone to acne, didn’t seem to brush her hair sometimes, and had chipmunk cheeks. Alex was no Don Juan himself: skinny, buck-toothed and a slave to his high-prescription glasses, few “attractive” girls even entertained a fleeting thought of dating him. As they matured, it seemed inevitable that Cupid would finally bring them together.
The only problem was that Sarah wasn’t much of a gamer. She liked to work, watch movies, swim, read -only played a few G-rated Disney and racing games. If they were going to make it, a compromise was required. More for her, less for him. This is why he was both shocked and ecstatic when he saw that she was carrying a Greystone bodysuit and a game. He almost forgot to hug her when she entered.
“You got one!” he exclaimed. She smiled and sat on the couch, staring at his suit splayed out on the floor like a man sucked dry by a vampire.
“I figured you’d like it. And I have to admit, they are so cool. Like, really incredible if you think about it.”
“Which version did you buy?” he said. She paused and furrowed her brow.
“Is it a 4.0? Mine is.”
She closed one eye and stared at the sky, thinking. “4.0. Right, I think that’s it.”
She handed him the game she’d bought: The Land of Ten Thousand Pleasures. It wasn’t produced by any company he recognized. In fact, it didn’t have any company label. The only thing other than the title was an airbrushed cover featuring a bunch of nearly naked men and women in risqué poses touching each other. The thing was so weird it made Alex smile.
“Where did you get this?”
“I ordered it from a porn site.”
“Are you serious?”
“I think it would be cool. Imagine fooling around in a virtual universe?”
“We’ve never fooled around in the real universe, Sarah.” Her eyes lit up and she grabbed his forearm.
“That makes it so cool! I know how much you like gaming. I figured we could explore some fantasies in the virtual universe and play them out in real life.”
Alex stared at her considering the proposition. She’d never looked so attractive. Her eyes were like windows to her soul, and her smile could melt the ice cubes in the freezer. What love to be so thoughtful! It turned him on so much he was climbing into the suit before he realized what he was doing.
“So, you like the idea?” she said.
“Get undressed. We’re going to have fun…”
Being an expert by now, he was fully suited up in moments. This time, though, he was fully naked. The pressure and sheer oddity of the warm rubber on his cock made it stand at attention within seconds. Sarah laughed so hard she could barely take her own clothes off.
“That is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The thing actually closes around your cock when you get a hard-on. I mean, can you get any more realistic? It’s frigging insane.”
“Well, keep going missy. Let’s see how you feel.”
A look of mild terror covered her face the moment before pressing the initiation switch. She gasped and let out a breathless moan as the Lycra hugged her breasts and nipples. She giggled thinking about how her crotch tingled, how much more it would be tingling very soon. There was no way Alex would ease up on her. She figured doing it in a virtual world would eliminate the shyness; his goofy smile and googly eyes confirmed it in spades.
“Ok,” he said. “Put your goggles on. I’ll link us so we enter the same multiverse.”
“Alex, I’m a little scared," she said and shivered.
“Don’t be. I’ve been doing this for hours already. It’s the coolest thing in history. Really.”
He paused before donning his goggles.
“Don’t forget to engage the emergency exit function. If you get claustrophobic, or sick, or whatever, you can leave the multiverse.”
She smiled and poked him in the belly. “Maybe I won't want to, buddy.”
And so, they linked up in the multiverse for the first time. The first thing they saw was the game title: THE LAND OF TEN THOUSAND PLEASURES in black letters flanked by a solid, dull orange background.
Below it in smaller font was a menu with different settings:
SELECT A PLEASURESCAPE:
ROARING JUNGLE
SULTRY BEACH
FIREPLACE LODGE
TREASURE PALACE
“Which one should we choose?” she said in a devilish voice.
“Roaring Jungle sounds…I don't know... animal.”
“I agree.”
Alex pressed the menu option and immediately he and Sarah were dumped on the floor of a thick, dark jungle with a THUD that caused them both to grunt.
“Are you serious?” she said in amazement while surveying the landscape: lush acacia trees, coconut trees, thick, soupy air, faraway calls from primates and the buzzing of insects… “This is astounding. It even feels warm and humid.”
“It’s the Kwik Dry.”
“The what?”
“The suit secretes a fluid that simulates bodily fluids. Like it sounds, though, it dries very quickly so you won’t get a rash.”
Only after surveying the landscape in astonishment for a few moments did she think to see what Alex looked like. Which was nothing like him. The suit simulated his body perfectly, but his face was dark, his eyes blue. He resembled an Indian, or suntanned version of a Sicilian or other Latino European race.
“I know, the face is weird,” he said. “There’s a facial recognition feature, but I haven’t used it yet.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “You’re cute.”
He smiled, though his lips tilted as if drunk, the Lycra unable to fully embrace them.
“What do I look like?” she said.
“Platinum blonde, green eyes, a long face…”
“Your dream girl, huh? You programmed that, didn’t you? You’re using me to fulfill your fantasy, big boy?”
“Trust me, I want you,” he retorted. “But I figured since our faces will be totally wrong, I could embellish a bit.”
“Uhh...huhh,” she said and frowned, which was far more realistic than Alex’s smile.
Suddenly, a bell rang out and a booming voice cut through the silence.
“WELCOME PLAYERS. SELECT WITH VERBAL AUTHORITY – MAGICAL REALISM OR TRUELIFE.”
“It does that,” Alex said. “The game asks you to choose options with voice authorization.”
“What is magical realism?” Sarah said.
“Not sure. Wanna try it?”
“Sure! Sounds interesting...”
“Select final, magical realism, final select!” Alex shouted at the sky.
“ENJOY THE SIMULATION PLAYERS. OR THE STIMULATON HA HA HA…”
They both laughed and rolled their fake, virtual eyes.
“Oh my God, that’s silly,” Sarah said and shook her head. As she surveyed the landscape again, considering where to explore first, she narrowed her eyes and fixed them upon what looked like a trap door behind a nearby bush. She crept toward it and turned to Alex with wide, nervous eyes when she realized that it housed a dull, green light and low buzzing sound.
“Be careful,” he said.
After pausing for a moment, she smiled.
“Listen to us... Be careful. It’s a friggin’ video game.” When she opened the trap door, a brilliant swarm of green fireflies launched in the air, surrounding and encircling her in a vibrant dance. Eventually, they settled on the base of her ribcage, humming and shaking until morphing into two human arms. To her amazement, Sarah realized she was able to manipulate them nearly as capably as her own.
“That must be the magical realism,” she said. “The jungle is full of these strange and exotic flourishes, like power ups in the old Mario Brothers game or something.”
“You look like the human fly with those arms,” Alex said and giggled.
“What?”
“Like a mutant.” He shook his head and covered his mouth as the laughter grew.
“Alex, stop. It’s embarrassing.”
But he didn’t stop, just continued laughing and staring at her.
“You think that’s funny, huh?” she said and crept toward him. “Haha, right?” With lightning speed, she grabbed his ribcage and vigorously kneaded his ribs with her real hands. He pressed his arms against his sides like a tripped mousetrap and thrashed away from her until out of reach. When he stopped wiggling, she grew close again and poked at his sides with the virtual arms. He swatted at them as they touched down on his ticklish skin, but she seized his wrists with her real hands and maneuvered them out of reach as the virtual hands continued to discover and exploit sensitive spots on his ribs and belly. He yanked frantically on his wrists, but between Sarah’s tight grip and the weakness of being tickled, he couldn’t break free. Eventually her fingers touched down on a spot on his belly just below his ribcage that turned his thrashing into a desperate bodily upheaval and a sortie of vibrant giggles.
“Looks like someone is ticklish, Alex. Too bad he’s hanging out with a four-armed girl. Or a human fly, as you called me like a brat. A human fly that tickles, but not a teeny-weeny one like when it lands on your arm. This is a biggy-wiggy one that’s going to tickle, tickle you and make you giggle, giggle!”
As he continued to unsuccessfully tug on his wrists to break free, Alex realized that he'd never been tickled like this. Not even close. He'd always thought that you could use mind over matter to make the tickles go away, like a guy who can hold his hand over a fire without getting burned. But that was fire; this was just someone grabbing and poking him. As the tickling wore on, however, he thought it actually might be worse than being burned in one way: frustration. It was fight or flight, but you couldn't run, and you couldn't fight the tickles. You couldn't dodge them, prepare for them, get used to them... First you figured you'd get accustomed, then you'd suppress the growing urge to giggle, then you'd stop the giggles, thrash hard enough to pull away because laughing was making you weak... Eventually, you found yourself on the ground with your arms pinned above your head laughing and squirming so hard your head hurt, and only your tickler could end the torture. In this case, the tickler was Sarah, so the tickle torture was accompanied by a maelstrom of tingling, aching desire in his crotch that further complicated things. He would have given his left nut to make the tickling stop, then his right nut to let it continue because it turned his cock into a flaming sword. What the hell was going on??!?
When she finally let him go, he rolled away from her and lay on his back, panting, thinking about how helpless she made him feel. Though it was breathtaking, his masculine ego couldn't let it pass. No self-respecting guy would let a girl do that to him, even if she was a four-armed creature in a virtual reality game. It was time for revenge.
While she was distracted studying the landscape, Alex leapt to his feet and charged into the jungle.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said and chased him.
"I'm going to get you back so much worse."
"Oh, you think so?"
"I know so, because I'm an expert gamer and you barely play. I'm going to find power ups that turn me into a gorilla with feathers on my fingers, or a giant tickling spider whose webs make your body more sensitive. You're screwed now, Sarah."
As they raced through the jungle, he realized that he did outclass her. While he adroitly jumped over fallen tree limbs, or launched himself forward by swinging on vines, Sarah plodded along as if drunk. When she stubbed her toe on a boulder and fell flat on her face, he laughed so hard he thought he'd piss all over himself.
The lab produced four “experience models,” based upon intensity of the sensations produced. You could adjust the intensity using a dial with all four models, but Version 4.0 required you to sign a waiver at purchase. Extensive beta testing resulted in a product that couldn’t damage you permanently, but if Mike Tyson got you with a punch in the gut and you didn’t do core workouts at the gym, you’d count your lucky stars for playing in an empty room that didn’t have a coffee table with sharp edges! Version 4.0 was the closest you could get to a virtual experience: trapped in a Vacubed that hugged your legs, fingers, toes, even your privates if you unlocked the age-restriction feature (of course, this resulted in a wave of conservative politicians freaking out that Version 4.0 would engender a proliferation of porn gaming; but progress can only be held in check for so long). Just slip on the goggles, flip the initiation switch, toggle the emergency exit function, and you were transported to a completely virtual multiverse.
Of course, Alex, being a 24-year-old e-gaming fanatic, would settle for nothing less than Version 4.0. With one click of his Apple Pay, $11k found its way into the Electronic Universe virtual cash register and Alex drove home with his new toy and a host of games to boot. He’d planned on eating lunch while encased during his first game of Dark Shadow (after all, only a true spy wouldn’t abandon his virtual universe to take a meal), but the suit was so lifelike he had to remove it to shake off the claustrophobia. So, he sat, munching on a PB and J sandwich, numb from virtual gaming, until the doorbell rang. It was Sarah.
He'd known Sarah since junior high school, and always had a mild crush on her. The kind you wouldn’t admit to yourself because other more attractive girls held your attention, and you were too shy to ask her anyway. She was short, still prone to acne, didn’t seem to brush her hair sometimes, and had chipmunk cheeks. Alex was no Don Juan himself: skinny, buck-toothed and a slave to his high-prescription glasses, few “attractive” girls even entertained a fleeting thought of dating him. As they matured, it seemed inevitable that Cupid would finally bring them together.
The only problem was that Sarah wasn’t much of a gamer. She liked to work, watch movies, swim, read -only played a few G-rated Disney and racing games. If they were going to make it, a compromise was required. More for her, less for him. This is why he was both shocked and ecstatic when he saw that she was carrying a Greystone bodysuit and a game. He almost forgot to hug her when she entered.
“You got one!” he exclaimed. She smiled and sat on the couch, staring at his suit splayed out on the floor like a man sucked dry by a vampire.
“I figured you’d like it. And I have to admit, they are so cool. Like, really incredible if you think about it.”
“Which version did you buy?” he said. She paused and furrowed her brow.
“Is it a 4.0? Mine is.”
She closed one eye and stared at the sky, thinking. “4.0. Right, I think that’s it.”
She handed him the game she’d bought: The Land of Ten Thousand Pleasures. It wasn’t produced by any company he recognized. In fact, it didn’t have any company label. The only thing other than the title was an airbrushed cover featuring a bunch of nearly naked men and women in risqué poses touching each other. The thing was so weird it made Alex smile.
“Where did you get this?”
“I ordered it from a porn site.”
“Are you serious?”
“I think it would be cool. Imagine fooling around in a virtual universe?”
“We’ve never fooled around in the real universe, Sarah.” Her eyes lit up and she grabbed his forearm.
“That makes it so cool! I know how much you like gaming. I figured we could explore some fantasies in the virtual universe and play them out in real life.”
Alex stared at her considering the proposition. She’d never looked so attractive. Her eyes were like windows to her soul, and her smile could melt the ice cubes in the freezer. What love to be so thoughtful! It turned him on so much he was climbing into the suit before he realized what he was doing.
“So, you like the idea?” she said.
“Get undressed. We’re going to have fun…”
Being an expert by now, he was fully suited up in moments. This time, though, he was fully naked. The pressure and sheer oddity of the warm rubber on his cock made it stand at attention within seconds. Sarah laughed so hard she could barely take her own clothes off.
“That is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The thing actually closes around your cock when you get a hard-on. I mean, can you get any more realistic? It’s frigging insane.”
“Well, keep going missy. Let’s see how you feel.”
A look of mild terror covered her face the moment before pressing the initiation switch. She gasped and let out a breathless moan as the Lycra hugged her breasts and nipples. She giggled thinking about how her crotch tingled, how much more it would be tingling very soon. There was no way Alex would ease up on her. She figured doing it in a virtual world would eliminate the shyness; his goofy smile and googly eyes confirmed it in spades.
“Ok,” he said. “Put your goggles on. I’ll link us so we enter the same multiverse.”
“Alex, I’m a little scared," she said and shivered.
“Don’t be. I’ve been doing this for hours already. It’s the coolest thing in history. Really.”
He paused before donning his goggles.
“Don’t forget to engage the emergency exit function. If you get claustrophobic, or sick, or whatever, you can leave the multiverse.”
She smiled and poked him in the belly. “Maybe I won't want to, buddy.”
And so, they linked up in the multiverse for the first time. The first thing they saw was the game title: THE LAND OF TEN THOUSAND PLEASURES in black letters flanked by a solid, dull orange background.
Below it in smaller font was a menu with different settings:
SELECT A PLEASURESCAPE:
ROARING JUNGLE
SULTRY BEACH
FIREPLACE LODGE
TREASURE PALACE
“Which one should we choose?” she said in a devilish voice.
“Roaring Jungle sounds…I don't know... animal.”
“I agree.”
Alex pressed the menu option and immediately he and Sarah were dumped on the floor of a thick, dark jungle with a THUD that caused them both to grunt.
“Are you serious?” she said in amazement while surveying the landscape: lush acacia trees, coconut trees, thick, soupy air, faraway calls from primates and the buzzing of insects… “This is astounding. It even feels warm and humid.”
“It’s the Kwik Dry.”
“The what?”
“The suit secretes a fluid that simulates bodily fluids. Like it sounds, though, it dries very quickly so you won’t get a rash.”
Only after surveying the landscape in astonishment for a few moments did she think to see what Alex looked like. Which was nothing like him. The suit simulated his body perfectly, but his face was dark, his eyes blue. He resembled an Indian, or suntanned version of a Sicilian or other Latino European race.
“I know, the face is weird,” he said. “There’s a facial recognition feature, but I haven’t used it yet.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “You’re cute.”
He smiled, though his lips tilted as if drunk, the Lycra unable to fully embrace them.
“What do I look like?” she said.
“Platinum blonde, green eyes, a long face…”
“Your dream girl, huh? You programmed that, didn’t you? You’re using me to fulfill your fantasy, big boy?”
“Trust me, I want you,” he retorted. “But I figured since our faces will be totally wrong, I could embellish a bit.”
“Uhh...huhh,” she said and frowned, which was far more realistic than Alex’s smile.
Suddenly, a bell rang out and a booming voice cut through the silence.
“WELCOME PLAYERS. SELECT WITH VERBAL AUTHORITY – MAGICAL REALISM OR TRUELIFE.”
“It does that,” Alex said. “The game asks you to choose options with voice authorization.”
“What is magical realism?” Sarah said.
“Not sure. Wanna try it?”
“Sure! Sounds interesting...”
“Select final, magical realism, final select!” Alex shouted at the sky.
“ENJOY THE SIMULATION PLAYERS. OR THE STIMULATON HA HA HA…”
They both laughed and rolled their fake, virtual eyes.
“Oh my God, that’s silly,” Sarah said and shook her head. As she surveyed the landscape again, considering where to explore first, she narrowed her eyes and fixed them upon what looked like a trap door behind a nearby bush. She crept toward it and turned to Alex with wide, nervous eyes when she realized that it housed a dull, green light and low buzzing sound.
“Be careful,” he said.
After pausing for a moment, she smiled.
“Listen to us... Be careful. It’s a friggin’ video game.” When she opened the trap door, a brilliant swarm of green fireflies launched in the air, surrounding and encircling her in a vibrant dance. Eventually, they settled on the base of her ribcage, humming and shaking until morphing into two human arms. To her amazement, Sarah realized she was able to manipulate them nearly as capably as her own.
“That must be the magical realism,” she said. “The jungle is full of these strange and exotic flourishes, like power ups in the old Mario Brothers game or something.”
“You look like the human fly with those arms,” Alex said and giggled.
“What?”
“Like a mutant.” He shook his head and covered his mouth as the laughter grew.
“Alex, stop. It’s embarrassing.”
But he didn’t stop, just continued laughing and staring at her.
“You think that’s funny, huh?” she said and crept toward him. “Haha, right?” With lightning speed, she grabbed his ribcage and vigorously kneaded his ribs with her real hands. He pressed his arms against his sides like a tripped mousetrap and thrashed away from her until out of reach. When he stopped wiggling, she grew close again and poked at his sides with the virtual arms. He swatted at them as they touched down on his ticklish skin, but she seized his wrists with her real hands and maneuvered them out of reach as the virtual hands continued to discover and exploit sensitive spots on his ribs and belly. He yanked frantically on his wrists, but between Sarah’s tight grip and the weakness of being tickled, he couldn’t break free. Eventually her fingers touched down on a spot on his belly just below his ribcage that turned his thrashing into a desperate bodily upheaval and a sortie of vibrant giggles.
“Looks like someone is ticklish, Alex. Too bad he’s hanging out with a four-armed girl. Or a human fly, as you called me like a brat. A human fly that tickles, but not a teeny-weeny one like when it lands on your arm. This is a biggy-wiggy one that’s going to tickle, tickle you and make you giggle, giggle!”
As he continued to unsuccessfully tug on his wrists to break free, Alex realized that he'd never been tickled like this. Not even close. He'd always thought that you could use mind over matter to make the tickles go away, like a guy who can hold his hand over a fire without getting burned. But that was fire; this was just someone grabbing and poking him. As the tickling wore on, however, he thought it actually might be worse than being burned in one way: frustration. It was fight or flight, but you couldn't run, and you couldn't fight the tickles. You couldn't dodge them, prepare for them, get used to them... First you figured you'd get accustomed, then you'd suppress the growing urge to giggle, then you'd stop the giggles, thrash hard enough to pull away because laughing was making you weak... Eventually, you found yourself on the ground with your arms pinned above your head laughing and squirming so hard your head hurt, and only your tickler could end the torture. In this case, the tickler was Sarah, so the tickle torture was accompanied by a maelstrom of tingling, aching desire in his crotch that further complicated things. He would have given his left nut to make the tickling stop, then his right nut to let it continue because it turned his cock into a flaming sword. What the hell was going on??!?
When she finally let him go, he rolled away from her and lay on his back, panting, thinking about how helpless she made him feel. Though it was breathtaking, his masculine ego couldn't let it pass. No self-respecting guy would let a girl do that to him, even if she was a four-armed creature in a virtual reality game. It was time for revenge.
While she was distracted studying the landscape, Alex leapt to his feet and charged into the jungle.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said and chased him.
"I'm going to get you back so much worse."
"Oh, you think so?"
"I know so, because I'm an expert gamer and you barely play. I'm going to find power ups that turn me into a gorilla with feathers on my fingers, or a giant tickling spider whose webs make your body more sensitive. You're screwed now, Sarah."
As they raced through the jungle, he realized that he did outclass her. While he adroitly jumped over fallen tree limbs, or launched himself forward by swinging on vines, Sarah plodded along as if drunk. When she stubbed her toe on a boulder and fell flat on her face, he laughed so hard he thought he'd piss all over himself.
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