Mixed Reality By Victor Waite Word Count: 1400 21-11-20 A Commission for Rioku The Rexouium Species Belongs to Rezillo Ryker Excited to try the latest in VR programming, a man dives into the digital world and finds himself a new avatar. He slips into with ease, but decides some customization is in order. Content Warning: This story is intended for Mature readers and the following tags apply: Male, Human, Transformation, TF, Virtual Reality, VR, Buffet, Stuffing, Overeating, Weight Gain, Rapid Weight Gain, Immobility, Immobile Anticipation welled in the man’s chest while he held his VR headset. Nearly every part of his mind begged him to put it on and delve into the realm of virtual reality, but instead he listened to the one cautious shred that remained. He resisted the urge to dive in and instead checked his set up. His cables were laid out in way that couldn’t be tangled or tripped over. The position sensors were securely mounted and aimed properly, and more importantly, registered the targets on his body. The connections to his computer were in place and functional, allowing him to check the last of his concerns from his list. Assured he left nothing to go wrong, he donned his headset and stepped into the digital world. For a moment, the man saw nothing but darkness. A small ping from the speakers in his ears signaled the device’s boot up, and a grin spread across his face as the manufacturer’s logo spread across his vision. Crisp and clean, the image floated in an empty void before him, so real he could reach out and touch it. When he did, the world shifted around him. A modest apartment sprung up around him, bereft of decoration and furniture save for an extensive cabinet. Empty slots filled that sole case, with the exception of a pair of games. Their cover art glowed behind the glass case, enticing the man to step closer. His vision tunneled on his motivation for buying a VR set in the first place, an experience titled Reality Simulator. Lauded for its cutting-edge technology and techniques, it was said to accurately represent the sensations of different forms. Naturally the man was skeptical at first, but rave reviews from friends and trusted peers alike sold him on the program. He wasted no time loading the game, and his only hesitation came at the hand of near-infinite choices. In its short time live, Reality Simulator inspired thousands to create their own bodies and experiences, leading to a truly staggering collection. Fortunately, the paralysis of choice didn’t last long. Out of the multitudes, a strange and interesting body captured his attention. Created by Rezillo Ryker, the Rexouium avatar checked every box the man imagined, Faintly resembling a fennec fox, the sample avatar stood tall above him. It was at least seven feet including the ears, and a plume of pointed quills adorned their head. They continued down as a mohawk nearly half the length of their back, and another plume guarded the base of their tail. That appendage was long and slender, nearly reaching the floor, and capped by a fan of pointed feathers. The man had seen nothing like it before, and hen simply had to try it. A simple click on a menu was all it took to load into the new body, and the effect was immediate. The man’s head spun when his perspective instantly shifted higher above the floor, and the soft clacks of his new claws sounded through the empty space. He adjusted to his digitigrade legs with ease, and his tail naturally counterbalanced his posture as he moved. The man marveled at how quickly he adapted to the new stance, and before long, his motions and movements exuded a natural confidence. His first instinct was to join his friends and show off his new body, though he reigned that impulse in at the menu to join them. The thought of further customization crossed his mind, and a grin spread across his short muzzle at the thought of making that avatar truly his. The man summoned another menu to his palm, then teleported himself to a private buffet within the game. His vision blurred just a touch as he loaded in, but once that uneasiness cleared, the scents of a grand feast hit him at once. Juicy meats and succulent treats watered his mouth, and a mountain of greasy sides tugged at his inhibitions. The fresh aromas of a well-kept salad bar offered a welcome foil to the main courses, splitting his decision until a growl rumbled out from his middle. The man couldn’t tell if it came from the real world or the digital space, but the hunger that came with was real enough in either case. He grabbed a set of the largest plates available, then walked up and down the line, piling everything possible onto that digital porcelain. Fortunately for the man, the digital food proved weightless, and he gathered everything that struck his fancy in a single pass. He dropped his servings with a clatter, and once sure nothing spilled, he wasted no time digging in. He licked his chops and plucked a chicken wing from the pile, then guided it into his new muzzle. Thought the meat was nothing but complex code, it tasted very much like the real thing. His head swam for just an instant when the headset beamed the flavor into his mind, followed by the sensation of spreading it across his tongue. Realities blurred as he filled his cheeks with the delectable meat, spurring him to test the limits of the program. He reached for a heap of mashed potatoes and stuffed it between his lips, flooding his mouth with a rush of creamy, buttery goodness. Fresh notes followed when he turned his attention to his salad, which perfectly replicated the crisp crunch of its real world counterpart. The game even captured the sensation of swallowing, along with a growing fullness. His body mirrored that feeling, and his belly swelled forth to fill his lap. Acting on reflex, he reached out and rubbed the rising boulder of his middle. The twin sensations of physical and digital rubs spread across his middle, giving the man pause. His brow arched in confusion while he repeated the gesture, and when it repeated again, he stood from his virtual seat. His bloated belly spilled before him and scattered empty plates across the ground, which he ignored entirely. The man instead reached for his headset, and the sounds claws clicking against plastic announced his success. A combination of curiosity and worry got the better of him as he lifted the visor away, and his vision blurred while the two worlds briefly blended together. He put his face in his palms and rubbed the ache from his eyes, where he felt paw pads against fur. The man reeled back in shock, kicking his headset aside in the process. He looked down and took stock of himself, where he found a sight remarkably similar to that in his virtual world. The grey fur of his new body adorned his figure, and a stuffed belly eclipsed the view of his altered feet. His tail swished behind him in an effort to keep his balance, a task complicated by the shifting mass of food in his middle. He braced his paws on its side to stabilize it, a gesture that rubbed his strained hide. The transformed man’s belly reacted instantly, getting out a gurgle that resonated in the air. Gurgles and churns followed, and fat piled onto his figure as he digested the residual food. His new form had no issues processing that meal, though it didn’t take long for another issue to arise. Severed from the connection of his headset, there was nothing to clear the programmed calories from his stomach. The transformed man’s stomach gurgled and churned around thousands of calories, though that sensation of fullness never left. If anything, it only grew as pounds of flab gathered on his frame and weighed down on his belly. The man swiftly grew beyond the width of his door, and while he tried to duck under its frame, he expanded beyond his strength to stand. His slender legs wobbled and trembled in the shadow of his core, and as his thighs fattened together, his muscles gave out. The entire room shook when he fell to his rear, the impact luckily broken by the flab coalescing on his cheeks. They swallowed the root of his tail in seconds, shifting his center of mass back and depriving him of leverage. The changed man swung his arms in a vain attempt to rock back and forth, to build the momentum to stand, though he only succeeded in bouncing and jostling his rolls. His chest softened and a second chin grew in beneath his muzzle, and his breath came in ragged pants while his stamina waned. Even after the strength and energy to move left him, his growth continued without sign of slowing or stopping. His headset rested far beyond his limited reach, and he could only hope someone came to check on him before he brought the house down on himself. If you’ve read this far, thank you <3 I hope you enjoyed what you read, and if you’d like more, there are a few places to find it https://www.furaffinity.net/user/victorthemaker https://www.weasyl.com/~victorthemaker https://victorthemaker.sofurry.com/ If you’d like to support me, I have a Patreon page, and I take commissions from time to time https://www.patreon.com/WaiteInkworks https://commiss.io/victorwaite