RealisVere (Chapter 3)

As a result, Halim was savoring a shrunken full-body self-service footjob more ecstatically stimulating than any he could’ve pulled off in the real world. It was so perfect that he was almost brought to tears, though maybe that was just a combination of eye-watering undersole stink and ridiculous sexual euphoria. Whatever the case, once Halim could no longer take it, he spasmed to no less than the greatest orgasm of his life, regardless of whether it was “real.” Yet even then, as he spurted against that same warm span of her foot, he didn’t relinquish his hold, hugging himself tighter than ever as though for post-coital cuddling, and desperately sucking the wrinkle-spackled perspiration from her dusky flesh like an insect reaping fresh nectar. Finally, out of breath but still riding that insatiable high, Halim reticently let go of his gargantuan digital spouse’s bare foot and stumbled dizzily backward, allowing her to finally plant her sole flush to the ground again and let another musical giggle ring out from high above.

“Very good, my darling. Oh, you’ve had such a difficult day, haven’t you? So many demands and so much pressure, all on you, just because you’re so smart and accomplished,” Chaima crooned.

“Yes, I have,” he sighed.

“How unfair it all is, that you should be put through so much, simply because you are better than everyone else. You just need to relax, don’t you? To… give up all your troubles, and surrender yourself to your Love.”

“Y-Yes, I do. I… need it bad.”

“Of course you do. It drives you wild, doesn’t it? To shrink so low, so far beneath the standard of a normal man. And especially the standard of a man like you, who holds so much power and influence in the world, only to put all that effort to creating this: a place where you can build a playground and a shrine to those deepest desires you’d never dare reveal to anyone. Nothing pleases you more than to give up all your importance at the end of the day, to dwindle down, and… degrade yourself wonderfully at these feet you love so well. To take in the smell, the taste, the heat, and offer your seed to a part of me that you consider superior to your entire being. Isn’t that true, now?” Chaima teasingly continued.

Still a tad loopy from that unbelievable finish, Halim didn’t quite process the peculiarity of this unexpected conversation, but he still had the sense that something was off. His virtual wife tended only to say purely flirtatious things, commenting sweetly on his kinks and offering the warmer affection that the real Chaima had refrained from recently. This was different, though. New. Bordering on bizarre. But then again, he thought, maybe the construct was just trying to take its learning to a new level, gathering psychological research about him in order to depict an even more impactful scenario? Shrugging, Halim resolved to look into this later once he took off the rig, but wasn’t concerned that anything had gone wrong with the program. Perhaps this twist would only improve upon what he already considered perfect. Because, curiously, every word Chaima had spoken so far about him was correct.

“Yes,” he agreed again, with his lust-drunken gaze repeatedly swapping between the giantess’s lovely expression above and her still-magnetic peds. Another perk of the digital realm was that refractory periods didn’t have to exist, which meant he was ready for round two as soon as things turned in that direction again.

“Yes, indeed,” Chaima knowingly murmured. While she spoke, she gracefully descended into a seated position, as if to better observe her tiny husband during this line of post-nut questioning, though she seemed to ensure that her sole never strayed far from Halim. She even snuggled it closer to him, until he could lean his face into the ball of her foot. “Your desires are unconventional. Taboo. Humiliating. They… push boundaries. And you built this, ALL of this, so that you might have a safe space to explore them. But you’ve only just begun to unlock the full potential. Isn’t that true as well, darling?”

Halim concurred once more without even thinking, nodding to his towering spouse, but was either too embarrassed or too surprised by her increasingly insightful statements to answer aloud. This really was fascinating.

“Yet you do wish to explore that potential, don’t you?” Chaima insisted. She reached down, petting Halim’s hair and simultaneously mashing his face more effusively into her sole. “You wish to see what lies beyond those boundaries. To surrender greater control. To plumb feelings you’ve never dared to acknowledge. To find the fulfillment that you cannot yield, outside of this place, no matter how hard you pray.”

“Yes. I do wish that,” he answered, again truthfully. Even if he couldn’t yet grasp what the program planned to do with all this information it had so presciently gleaned from him after months of deep-dives into his manic fetish dreamworlds, though, Halim wasn’t bothered. He was still in control of every facet of the rsVR and any scenario depicted inside it. He could quit out here or delete crucial blocks of code with a single thought, if things went awry. What could be the harm in forging new technological frontiers by letting this situation play out? Besides, the inherent mystery of Chaima’s honeyed proclamations were already turning him on again, and he was eager to see whatever she had in (artificial) mind for him come to fruition. Though whatever Halim might’ve been expecting, it wasn’t what actually occurred next.

“Wonderful!” Chaima said, rising back to her feet so swiftly and smoothly that it almost defied physics. “Then come with me.”

Halim stumbled, having leaned his three-inch naked body into her sole until it was suddenly gone without warning, then watched in confusion as his wife backpedaled away from him toward the door of their master bedroom. Normally they stayed right here for the whole testing session, enjoying at least four or five permutations of his horny foot-worshipping appetite before it came time to shut down and return to his not-quite-as-perfect homelife. In fact, only on a few occasions had he and Chaima even exited this virtual room at all. But Halim wasn’t about to argue with his technology evolving in surely-beneficial ways, whatever form it took. So as the smiling giantess disappeared quietly through the door, leaving it open just a crack, he scampered after her. Then, realizing he’d probably catch up sooner with some added stature, Halim prompted himself to regain his normal height, and also willed the clothing back onto his body, as it didn’t feel quite right charging around his home in the nude and full size, even if it was only himself and Chaima existing in this current build of the world.

Or at least he believed that to be the case – rightfully, since he’d programmed it that way – but soon had that notion disproved as he power-marched down the hall and back into the loft. In hindsight, Halim might’ve received a warning from the thudding pop music blaring over the whole top floor of the virtual house, if only he’d paid attention, as he turned the corner and discovered none other than a digital replica of his sister Rayda waiting right where he’d left her in the real world. Taken aback by her unscheduled presence, especially when Chaima was nowhere to be seen now, he froze in place, frowning and puzzling over what he was seeing. Could just have been a glitch?

“Oh, THERE you are! It’s about time. Well, Hally. Are you going to help me, or not?” Rayda snapped. Still dressed in the same flashy neon-rainbow outfit and dancing feverishly in place to keep up her rhythm between filming shorts for social media, Halim’s sister appeared precisely the way she had when last he saw her for real, from that sheen of glamorous cardio sweat to the smug eyebrow-raised bad attitude. Which ironically was exactly what made this encounter so surreal; Rayda wasn’t supposed to be here. It was like seeing the ghost of a still-living person. “You did PROMISE me, after all. And what kind of brother would you be, if you didn’t keep your word? Not one worth having, that’s for sure, no matter how famous you think you are.”