You leaned back, sipping your vodka lemon slush, before reaching up and brushing one of your long locks of lustrous black hair back behind your ear. Even though you were enjoying the brilliant sunshine along with the slightly cooling breeze that swept off of the sea, you were in a sour mood, due to the anniversary. It was two years ago today when you were trapped in here, this damn virtual world. And if that wasn’t bad enough, your “captor” decided to have the last laugh and trap you in an anthro cow body. Truth be told, you had gotten a bit used to the whole thing with the little horns, floppy ears, long whip like tail, and silky black and white fur. The fact that you were so incredibly fat and had breasts more than twice as large as your head as well as hips that were each wider than most people’s outstretched arms were – in combination – an issue, but it was far from the worst thing about your situation. No, that was reserved for the fact that you were enormously pregnant, and the frosting on that particular cake was that this seemed to be a permanent situation considering that you had been pregnant since you were trapped here those two years ago.
It was hard to be sure since you didn’t choose this body, nor could you access the personal information – no, that part was sealed away as well by the person who left you in here – but it felt like you were forever “blessed” with at least seven unborn children, and they seemed to want you to be uncomfortable as much as possible: whether they were kicking your bladder or other organs, choosing to be as active as possible when you were trying to rest, or the lot of them just stretching out and further straining your already overtaxed skin. And then there was other times where you would sit back and lovingly caress your swollen stomach with a maternal smile etched across your chubby face, likely another twist perpetrated by whoever trapped you here.
Even with your body the way it was, you kept reminding yourself it could always be worse. At least you were only trapped in the Chatroom, you could have been trapped in one of the hardcore sex programs or an ultra dangerous fantasy or sci-fi world or something. At least here, you could have a semblance of a normal life, plus you still had some of the bonus control over the simulation that you had given yourself, though you were still unsure if that was planned by whoever left you in here, or your programming had been good enough to leave some trace behind. In either case, using your control over the simulation granted you limitless funds for use within the program, as well as a lavish home in one of the best regions of this digital world: the weather was always pleasant with only occasional light showers, the views were incredible, the food and drinks were simply divine, parties were almost always going on somewhere in the area, and almost any desire could be satisfied at a moment’s whim.
A stiff breeze swept from across the water, making the trees shiver and ruffling your fur. Hooking your arms behind your head, you leaned all the way back into your lounge chair, blocking the view of the sea with your immense curves. A lone fluffy cloud drifted across the sky, briefly blotting out the sun. You closed your eyes as the cloud continued on its way, letting the sunlight fall on you again, but another shadow soon fell across you, one that was much closer in origin.
“Excuse me,” a voice called from right next to you.
You opened your eyes to get a look at who was addressing you.
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