Chapter 1

Joey spent the morning surfing the web and following his Discord app. Occasionally, he checked his phone to see if anyone was hanging out or gaming this weekend. While checking his apps, he received a text about being a beta tester for a new RL RPG Game. His default was to mark as spam and delete, but something in the message caught his eye.

Joey was kind of surprised to see his brother’s and his mother’s names on the invite, and it intrigued him enough to click the sign-up button. Once he reached the sign-in page, he was required to create a username and password and enter his DOB to confirm he was over 14. On the next page, in an almost creepy way, it listed his family members, including his extended family, with their names pre-filled. His family members under 14 were even listed, but had an X through their name, indicating they were not old enough to play.

Joey completed the form and checked off all eligible family and friends. He was guessing this was some VR attempt to create RL scenarios based on the feedback you enter during sign-up. Joey answered a couple of questions about current activities and school classes, intentions for college, and career. There was also an option to add other players not listed. Although the list was relatively complete with family and friends, there were a couple of people he thought he might add.

When reading through the list of people Joey thought he would want to be in the sim, there was a noticeable lack of anyone from school. Particularly, Principal Jones, Miss Roxanne, Mrs. Tyler, Coach Short, and, most notably, the school bully, Billy. Joey clicked the Add button and found a few search boxes labeled State, City, Work/School/Home, First Name, and Last Name. Joey started to hesitate as he continued to drill down the search criteria, and the lists were pre-populated with names that he recognized. WAY too creepy. So creepy that he thought of running an antivirus scan before continuing. Oddly enough, all clean. Joey assumed this must be data gathered from one of those background check databases that are way too intrusive. He completed entering the people from school, and while he was at it, found the neighbor, Mrs. Davis. Once he completed this step, he clicked next.

The next page showed a generic-looking male avatar and a bunch of physical attributes below, with what appeared to be expandable sections for each. Joey clicked on the “head” attribute, and several fields appeared below, which seemed customizable. The fields looked like they were prefilled, and oddly enough, seemingly accurate. The complexion field indicated “pimple-face,” which, unfortunately, was correct. The hair was listed as black & unkempt; eyes - sunken & dark; facial hair - none, mouth - thin & pale. Joey was totally freaked out by this app’s ability to physically assess his appearance, not to mention all the previous details about his life. He clicked on the complexion field, and a drop-down appeared with several selections: clear, scarred, sun-kissed, and a few other descriptors. Joey picked clear and then clicked the apply button at the bottom of the screen. After a cold chill, Joey opened the “mirror app” on his phone to see if there was any change. ‘Whoa! That’s crazy!!’, he thought. Joey jumped up, went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. He moved closely, looking for his previous crater and pimple-laden complexion, and found nothing but a perfectly smooth boy-band complexion. NO flaws at all. He tried to wash his face and rub it with a towel to see if some trick was at hand, but it still appeared clear. It took Joey a moment to process what he had encountered, and frankly, he considered turning off all his devices and calling his doctor in fear of being jacked up by some weird DNA modifier drug. He went down to the kitchen and got a glass of iced tea to try to clear his head a bit. As he sat in the kitchen, his mom walked in and immediately noticed the change in her son.

“Hey, Joey. How are ... Wow! What did you do to fix your complexion? Your skin is so clear and perfect!” his mom said enthusiastically.

“What? Oh, thanks, Mom. I got some stuff from the drug store that I saw on TV. I guess it’s working, huh?” Joey answered.

“I’ll say! Your skin is perfectly clear and smooth. Just ... Wow!” his mom said while stroking his cheek and face.

“Thanks, Mom. It feels nice getting rid of all those pimples,” Joey answered. “I’m gonna head up and finish homework before bed. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, sweetie,” She responded with a kiss on the cheek and lips.

There were so many features and attributes to pick from in his personal profile that it literally took him all night. He kept applying the changes and examining his choices. At one point, he went back to reading the entire User Agreement email and was surprised to see that the choices would be permanent if the application was in production and “live”. At the end of the night, after an exhausting session of self-modification and improvement, Joey went to bed.

In the early AM light, Joey jumped out of bed to head to the bathroom and confirm he wasn’t dreaming all the craziness from the day before. Sure enough, Joey had always been tall and lanky but would never have considered himself ‘fit’ or ‘athletic’. He most certainly wouldn’t have considered himself blessed in the size of his package. At only four inches, he felt inadequate. He had only been with two girls, and one said she wouldn’t be able to feel him; the other didn’t even discuss it. She made him perform oral sex on her. So, when he got to the genital attribute, he was especially excited. Mostly, he wanted a package that looked sexy, not just big. Thankfully, the app allowed him to specify color, head shape, curve, veins, foreskin, thickness, length, temperature, flaccid shape, erect shape, and much more. It took him almost an hour to customize his whole package to his liking.

In the end, he felt like he was a complete package. Not so many changes that someone wouldn’t recognize him, but enough changes where people would notice he was looking hotter. No time like the present to get dressed and head out into the world as a new man, not to mention the new access he had to modify his family and friends. Joey admired his body in the mirror, and with his morning wood still raging, he looked almost like a porn star. He reached down and grabbed his cock and started stroking slowly. He watched his cock harden even more, amazed that his cock could be this big. He decided to measure it and went to his room to find a way to measure it. He found a piece of string and held it against the length of his cock and then measured it against the ruler; over 11 inches, which Joey knew was almost unrealistic, but boy, did it look impressive on his toned body. He measured the girth all the way around next, and that was nearly 7 inches. Whenever he got to use his new tool, he’d have to be careful and make a mental note to pick up some lube to keep around.

Joey lay down in bed to begin stroking his new toy, amazed at how good it felt. He wasn’t sure whether it was all in his head, but it felt better than normal. He closed his eyes and imagined all the ways he could fuck with his new cock. Imagining himself as a stud fucking his ex-girlfriends into orgasmic pleasure. He imagined dumping his load in girl after girl. He was just about ready to blow when he heard a loud breath. He opened his eyes, and his brother Adam had come through the connected bathroom and was about to close it when he saw Joey stroking. When Joey opened his eyes, he was just starting to shoot his load, and his ruined orgasm continued even though he let go of his cock. Cum shot up his torso, chest, and splattered on his chin when he went to get up.