I rolled up to the mall on my bike, my heart still racing from the virtual gangbang I'd barely survived. There was Chelsea, waiting at the entrance, glued to her phone with a One Piece Jolly Roger case featuring Nami's smirking face. She wore a tight white dress with blue rose patterns that hugged her chubby curves, her massive tits straining the fabric, nipples faintly visible through the thin material. Her brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she'd slapped on makeup—red lipstick, smoky eyeliner—that made her blue eyes pop behind her glasses. She looked… fuckable, in a way that made me feel guilty. The guys around her didn't give her a second glance, probably because of her size, and I realized that's why her Sacred Arena Online avatar was a slim, perfect goddess. A complex, maybe, but I got it.
I walked up, and she looked up from her phone, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Hey," she purred, and before I could blink, she leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth, her soft, glossy lips pressing hard against mine. My cock twitched in my pants, and I pulled back, stammering, "What the hell are you doing?" She tilted her head, smirking. "What do you mean? This is a boyfriend-girlfriend date." I blinked, my face burning. "We're not dating!" I protested, but she just laughed, grabbing my hand with a grip that was too strong for her chubby fingers. "Stop talking, silly," she said, her voice dripping with playful menace as she dragged me into the mall, her ass jiggling under the dress with every step.
She glanced back, her eyes glinting. "You got the helmet, right?" I nodded, patting my backpack where the VRChrome was stashed. "Good boy," she teased, leading me through the crowded mall to a tiny, sketchy-looking store tucked next to the bathrooms. It was so hidden you'd miss it if you weren't looking—a dingy pet shop with tanks of fish glowing under neon lights. We stepped inside, the air smelling of damp gravel and cheap air freshener. Chelsea strutted to the counter like she owned the place, her tits bouncing with every step. Behind the counter was a massive guy, easily 300 pounds, with a long black beard and dark eyes that screamed trouble. He looked about 30, his dark skin covered in intricate Aboriginal tattoos, wearing suspenders over a stained tank top that showed off his beefy arms.
Chelsea nudged me. "Show him the helmet." I hesitated but pulled the VRChrome from my backpack and handed it to her. She passed it to the guy, who stared at me like he was sizing up a piece of meat. Without a word, he stepped out from behind the counter, his boots thudding on the floor, and walked to the door. He flipped the sign to "Closed" and locked it with a loud click. My stomach dropped. He returned, opened a hidden door behind the counter, and slipped inside, shutting it with a grunt. "Five minutes," he muttered before disappearing, leaving me alone with Chelsea, whose smile was now way too fucking smug for my liking.
I stood there in the dingy pet shop, my heart pounding as Chelsea's smug grin burned into me. She leaned closer, her massive tits straining against the tight white dress with blue roses, the fabric so thin I could see the outline of her nipples. "I'm gonna tell you why I brought you here," she said, her voice low and teasing. "From now on, you're gonna help me."
"Help you with what?" I snapped, my fists clenching.
She smirked, her blue eyes glinting behind her glasses. "In the game. I want to take over every territory in Sacred Arena Online. And you're gonna use the super account of Hero Pimbloy, the ultimate warrior." Before I could process that, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up—a message from Chelsea with an email and password. "That's the second and last super account I've got," she said, her voice dripping with control. "When the helmet's fixed tonight, you'll log in at home."
What the fuck? Why was this chick blackmailing me? I glared into her eyes, but goddamn, it was hard to focus with her fat tits practically spilling out of her dress. They were so fucking huge, jiggling with every breath, and my cock twitched despite my rage. I grabbed the front of her dress, yanking her closer, and growled, "I'm not doing shit for you! Delete that video of me getting fucked by those women, or I'll fucking kill you!"
Click. Something cold pressed against my temple. I turned my head and saw the huge guy from the counter pointing a pistol at me. His dark eyes were dead serious, his Aboriginal tattoos flexing as he gripped the gun. I froze, my hand still clutching Chelsea's dress, my heart slamming against my ribs. She didn't flinch. Instead, her lips curled into a cold, macabre smile. "Do what I say, Rick," she purred, her voice like ice. "From now on, I own you. If you hurt me, my cousin Kurran will kill you and your whole fucking family."
Kurran lowered the gun, but my pulse was still racing, my mouth dry as fuck. I let go of her dress, my hands shaking. Chelsea's smile turned sweet, but it was a lie, like a snake playing nice before it bites. She grabbed my backpack from the counter, stuffed the VRChrome inside, and handed it to me. "Oh, and one more thing," she said, her tone mockingly cheerful. "At school, you're gonna tell the whole class we're dating."
I wanted to scream, to punch something, but I just nodded weakly, my voice barely a whisper. "Fine."
Her grin widened, and she clapped her hands like a kid who'd won a prize. "Perfect! All this stress is making me hungry. Let's hit the burger joint." She grabbed my hand again, her chubby fingers squeezing mine, and dragged me out of the shop, her fat ass swaying under the dress as she hummed like nothing had happened. I followed, my mind a mess, my cock still half-hard from her tits and my fear, knowing I was fucked in more ways than one.