Virtual Reality - Part 9

After our time at the VR cafe, I felt odd. There was a general lack of sensation along my skin that felt almost like I'd been given a topical anesthetic. After we got home I checked myself out and realized I was almost entirely hairless. Belly, chest, legs--all covered in a sparse smattering of follicles that you really couldn't see from a distance, and I certainly couldn't feel them.

I went to Leo about this since I didn't remember being so hairless before our time in VR. He chided me, and reminded me that we'd shaved myself smooth just before our dive, "just to see how it felt." I told him I didn't like it and he admitted that it hadn't gone over well at the time either. The good news was that all I had to do was wait a few weeks and I'd be back to my hirsute self.

True to Leo's word, in a few weeks I'd gained a respectable pelt. Chest, belly, arms, and legs covered in thick, black hairs, and my groin was an untamed wilderness that often obscured my cock when it wasn't ready for action. "A bear hiding in the forest," Leo called it, which seemed appropriate. I’d even grown a short beard to complete the look.

A few weeks more and I was back in my comfort zone: a chubby, hairy bear. Perhaps slightly more chub than hair, but not by much. Leo agreed that the hairy look suited me more than the baby-smooth backside I’d once worn, and I couldn’t agree more. I loved the way Leo would drag his fingers through the hair on my back as he slowly penetrated me, the dual sensation of inches slipping inside and my briefest ephemera of pain from my own tangled fur was just orgasmic. Every single time.

It was during one of those love-making sessions that Leo asked if we could try something new. “I want to bottom,” he said, to my surprise. Our relationship had been pretty much me as the exclusive bottom and he as the exclusive top. It wasn’t just a matter of preference, but also a matter of logistics. At my size, even a well-endowed cock didn’t reach very far, and I wasn’t exactly what you’d call well-endowed.

Still, I wasn’t about to say no to my lover. We tried a few different positions, but any that involved me either standing or on my knees just meant my belly was always in the way. The best we managed was me simply laying on my back and grabbing my belly with both hands to expose as much of my groin as possible. Then Leo would just sit down facing away so if my belly slipped it’d just ride up his back, but it wasn’t exactly ideal. My belly did indeed slip a few times, and the sudden surge of my flab was often enough to push him off my dick entirely.

But the real problem was just how little I had to work with. If you ignored the fupa I was a solid and thick six inches, but the problem was you just couldn’t ignore the fupa because there was so much of it. I maybe had three inches exposed lying on my back, and it just wasn’t far enough to reach as deeply as Leo would’ve liked.

I still came, of course. Doesn’t matter to me how many inches are inside my boyfriend--I’m gonna cum when he rides me. But I still wished it was as satisfying for him as he’d wanted it to be.

A few days later, he asked another surprising question: “How would you like to go do VR with me?” This also came out of left field--I mean, we were both equipped for it, but neither of us had done it since becoming a couple.

“It’s more about mental intimacy,” he explained.

“But we’re still going to fuck, right?”

“Oh, definitely. In fact, there’s stuff you can do in virtual we could never do in real life…”

A smile and a wink made it clear exactly what he was talking about. I didn’t exactly know how, but VR was going to be my ticket deep in Leo’s ass.

So later that week, we booked a VR suite with a reinforced couch that could deal with my fat ass. Leo told me he’d already made up a custom program to run while we were in there, but he impishly refused to tell me what it was. I agreed, even though I technically knew you should never do a VR dive without knowing exactly what you’re getting into because it was Leo and I was in love with him. What are rules when compared to love?

A few more taps and we were both out like lights, and then awake once more in a virtual world. Leo looked only slightly different--a bit younger, a bit more toned, but still cute as a button. I couldn’t see a mirror in the oddly hotel room-like space that Leo had concocted for us, but I recognized the vast, hairy expanse of my belly, the sausage-like digits of my hands, the familiar feeling of friction from my various chins and the back of my neck. I was still, as most would describe me, a huge bear.

“Ok, so, we’re here. What are you going to show me?”

“This,” Leo said, and he reached underneath my belly and grabbed my cock.

I gasped. Not because he’d grabbed my dick--I’d long since become comfortable with Leo casually touching my genitals whenever he wanted. What shocked me was that his hand didn’t completely encompass my cock. In fact, it felt like he was just grasping the shaft, with most of the head still exposed. And I wasn’t even remotely hard yet.

“Now, let’s try you topping me again,” he whispered, and I nodded enthusiastically.