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"What the [bleep]?!" He knew something was very wrong. He knew it as soon as he appeared here, in what appeared to be an empty area of woodland, with no other people around.

That was his first realisation. His second was the very different sensations coming from his body. His avatar was a Level 74 Soldier/Defender with enhanced stats and absolutely, definitely, male.

Instead...

Instead he found softness, smoothness, curves. A body more suited to a Level 1 Infiltrator (female). Instead of his Platinum+ Dark Plate armour with its Arcane Shine finish, there was a black crop top, woodland camo trousers and combat gloves and boots. Total armour value: close to zero. The belly button piercing was probably the most valuable thing here, points-wise.

Worst of all, instead of his Amped, Boosted, Prestige, Premium-level plasma machine gun that he had spent a considerable sum of real-world money enhancing, he had a handgun. A gun not even good enough to be one of his backup weapons.

This was so wrong. He pulled up his stats screen, but got only an empty box with "YOU'VE BEEN HACKED" across it in large letters.

Somehow he'd had his avatar diverted into a private server, running an altered instance of the game. In the real world his body was lying on a couch, his interface rig faithfully pouring sensory data into his head, not knowing that its source was not what it was supposed to be.

Anything could happen here. "Exit." Nothing happened.

"Quit." Pause. "Suspend. End Process. Help. Info. Leave. Override. Get me out of here!"

The system wasn't responding. He couldn't exit the game.

"[Bleep]! [Bleep]ing [bleep]ing [bleep]ing [bleep] of a [bleep]! [Bleep] this and its [bleepbleep] [bleepbleep] [bleep]! [Bleep]!" His sweet voice carried no weight, no threat. He couldn't even beat the profanity filter.

He looked around. The quality of the sim was superb – fully as good as the game's real servers. Better, even. Everything was bright and sharp, colours saturated, sounds clear and rich. There was even the sense of sun-warmth on his skin. It gave an unparalleled sense of being there, of being embodied in this place. And in this avatar.

This was a very sexy body, but not one that he would have wanted to wear in a game. He felt the sensations, so alien to him. Long hair draping across his face and down his torso. Breasts, and having to adjust for their weight. The cloth of the top, tight against soft skin. Slender arms that gave no sense of strength. All the sensations were enhanced, making him feel more like his avatar than he ever had. This was not simply a tool to play the game, this was him.

And between his legs, the great unknown. Not a penis, a void, leading inward. A space lined with delicate, sensuous tissue, meant to be penetrated, to welcome and caress male flesh. There was the hint of a yearning, a strange hunger within.

Suddenly, a sardonic voice sounded in his head. "So, Bloodreaper2983, you think you're hot shit, don't you? You've been making some big claims about your skills, and pissing off a lot of people.

"Which is why we've brought you here. Without your hacks and your fancy gear, can you still beat the game? You only have to reach the exit to win, oh, and defeat a few low-level enemies.

"Should be easy for an elite player like you, right? Which is why we've made it a little more... interesting. The longer you take, the more horny you get. Soon you'll be aflame, desperate for something between your legs. Oh, and if you're defeated, the level resets, but the arousal doesn't." The voice laughed. "Good luck. Or not."

"Come on, don't I even get a quest marker?" he cried. "[Bleep] me!"

And if he wasn't good enough, and fast enough, that was what he'd be saying for real.

Description
"What the [bleep]?!" He knew something was very wrong. He knew it as soon as he appeared here, in what appeared to be an empty area of woodland, with no other people around.

That was his first realisation. His second was the very different sensations coming from his body. His avatar was a Level 74 Soldier/Defender with enhanced stats and absolutely, definitely, male.

Instead...

Instead he found softness, smoothness, curves. A body more suited to a Level 1 Infiltrator (female). Instead of his Platinum+ Dark Plate armour with its Arcane Shine finish, there was a black crop top, woodland camo trousers and combat gloves and boots. Total armour value: close to zero. The belly button piercing was probably the most valuable thing here, points-wise.

Worst of all, instead of his Amped, Boosted, Prestige, Premium-level plasma machine gun that he had spent a considerable sum of real-world money enhancing, he had a handgun. A gun not even good enough to be one of his backup weapons.

This was so wrong. He pulled up his stats screen, but got only an empty box with "YOU'VE BEEN HACKED" across it in large letters.

Somehow he'd had his avatar diverted into a private server, running an altered instance of the game. In the real world his body was lying on a couch, his interface rig faithfully pouring sensory data into his head, not knowing that its source was not what it was supposed to be.

Anything could happen here. "Exit." Nothing happened.

"Quit." Pause. "Suspend. End Process. Help. Info. Leave. Override. Get me out of here!"

The system wasn't responding. He couldn't exit the game.

"[Bleep]! [Bleep]ing [bleep]ing [bleep]ing [bleep] of a [bleep]! [Bleep] this and its [bleepbleep] [bleepbleep] [bleep]! [Bleep]!" His sweet voice carried no weight, no threat. He couldn't even beat the profanity filter.

He looked around. The quality of the sim was superb – fully as good as the game's real servers. Better, even. Everything was bright and sharp, colours saturated, sounds clear and rich. There was even the sense of sun-warmth on his skin. It gave an unparalleled sense of being there, of being embodied in this place. And in this avatar.

This was a very sexy body, but not one that he would have wanted to wear in a game. He felt the sensations, so alien to him. Long hair draping across his face and down his torso. Breasts, and having to adjust for their weight. The cloth of the top, tight against soft skin. Slender arms that gave no sense of strength. All the sensations were enhanced, making him feel more like his avatar than he ever had. This was not simply a tool to play the game, this was him.

And between his legs, the great unknown. Not a penis, a void, leading inward. A space lined with delicate, sensuous tissue, meant to be penetrated, to welcome and caress male flesh. There was the hint of a yearning, a strange hunger within.

Suddenly, a sardonic voice sounded in his head. "So, Bloodreaper2983, you think you're hot shit, don't you? You've been making some big claims about your skills, and pissing off a lot of people.

"Which is why we've brought you here. Without your hacks and your fancy gear, can you still beat the game? You only have to reach the exit to win, oh, and defeat a few low-level enemies.

"Should be easy for an elite player like you, right? Which is why we've made it a little more... interesting. The longer you take, the more horny you get. Soon you'll be aflame, desperate for something between your legs. Oh, and if you're defeated, the level resets, but the arousal doesn't." The voice laughed. "Good luck. Or not."

"Come on, don't I even get a quest marker?" he cried. "[Bleep] me!"

And if he wasn't good enough, and fast enough, that was what he'd be saying for real.