Published: Mar 2, 2025

My one-hundred and eighty-ninth caption, featuring a VR player encountering an unusually powerful enemy…

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Dungeons of Drabur, a revolutionary new VR fantasy RPG, had become a massive success in its first year of operation, having amassed well over a million players in the U.S. alone. It had also become the most-played video game of all time, breaking records all across the board. Unfortunately, all of this didn’t stop the natural trend of people growing bored with the game over time, as content updates became scarcer, and technical bugs more numerous. In an effort to boost player counts back to something resembling their launch numbers, the devs introduced a new “premium currency” system that allowed players to pay real money for certain perks, such as special premium items, levels, and so on so forth. Though this pissed off a lot of the game’s “old guard”, who left and review bombed the game, the spike in new players more than made up for the older players leaving.

Steven Brinkly was one of the “old guard” of players who had remained in the game after the introduction of premium currency. He was a stout critic of the game despite his dedication to it, spending much of his time complaining about balance changes, certain gameplay mechanics, and especially other players. His character was a maxed out Lvl. 200 Barbarian, Godbrerd, covered from head to toe in nothing but muscles and a loincloth. As a man with a fairly average build, he loved the feeling of power he experienced every time he put on the headset and stepped into his boots, cleaving through monsters with ease. Though his friends had left the game, he hoped things would improve over time. One day, while raiding one of the usual high-end dungeons for gold and loot drops, he discovered a new section had mysteriously appeared inside, leading to newer areas.

Steven traveled into these new areas, encountering many heavily-buffed creatures which took a little more effort to slay. He liked the challenge, having grown bored of the usual monsters, and eventually entered a lavish hall, complete with marble pillars and expensive silks. He wondered who this all belonged to until a voice echoed through the hall.

“Ah, so you’re the one that decided to raid my new home!” Steven flipped around to see a rather… gaudily-dressed, plain-looking man. His clothing was inlaid with gold, jewels, and other extravagant features a Barbarian had no need for. “You know, creating all those creatures cost me a lot of time and money. You should apologize.”

“Godbrerd apologizes to no man.” Steven roleplayed, confident in his skill. “Take me to your treasure, now, or else suffer the consequences of impeding me.”

“Aw, and here I thought we were going to have a calm, rational discussion.” The man replied, suddenly brimming with a golden aura. Steven had little time to react.

Steven was pulled up into the air, his arms and legs bound with powerful, magical energy. He knew in an instant this was no NPC, but another player using features paid for with premium currency. He was completely paralyzed, all his buffs and stats being overridden by an insane number of premium status effects. The other player smiled smugly at Steven, simply waving his hands around to move him around the chamber. What Steven didn’t understand was why this guy simply hadn’t killed him, taking some of his levels and gear, or why he hadn’t been sent a notification that he was raiding a player-owned structure. Something about this didn’t seem right at all, and Steven was worried.

“Since you seem like the roleplaying type with that ”strong man” act, let’s see how you react to having that all stripped away~” He giggled, shooting a burst of energy out of his hands at Steven. Something about the magic felt… painful. It was a pain he had never felt in the game, and was much stronger than it should have been.

Steven screamed out in pain as his body popped and cracked, his bones rearranging as his hips widened and his shoulders narrowed. In addition, his stature quickly shrunk from 6’6” to 5’10”. His muscles softened, his arms slimming down significantly as his torso lost its signature six-pack. His legs were the only thing to retain any amount of their muscle definition, though they became somewhat plump as well. Then, without warning, there was a loud gurgle that emanated from his body as his chest practically exploded, two huge tits suddenly appearing as his ass expanded massively as well. Steven was now unable to see his manhood shrinking away, inverting to become a fully-functioning vagina. Some kind of black, leather and latex outfit then formed around their body, leaving almost nothing at all to the imagination. It covered more of her neck than the rest of her body.

“What the fuck have you done to my character?!” He shouted out in a new, feminine voice as his face shifted to one more womanly, and his hair grew longer.

“Just a few changes to suit my personal preferences. Nothing a proud warrior like you shouldn’t be able to handle.” He gloated, dropping Steven to the floor. A new character stat card popped up in front of him, showing his character’s name had been changed to “Joyna”, gender to “Female”, and class to “Amazonian Warrior”. Steven couldn’t believe this, his hard-earned character had been completely erased, all because of some premium punk. Steven was sure they must have been using exploits of some kind.

Steven didn’t even think about his next move before trying to throw a punch at the player, only to find that their blow did 0 damage to them. They simply laughed, throwing “Joyna” against a nearby wall with their seemingly unlimited power. His character’s breasts jiggled like two bags filled with jello, showing what a pure mockery this experience had turned into. Steven couldn’t believe this kind of bullshit was actually happening, getting abused like this. So, Steven decided enough was enough, closing his eyes as things went dark. With the game closed, he pulled off his headset and breathed deeply, glad that was over and determined to send a report to the devs.

All that changed when he looked down to see the breasts were still there. In fact, his whole body was the same, down to the sensations of “his” skin. She looked around, seeing she was no longer in her modest apartment, but some kind of featureless room with a bed and the chair she had been resting in before.

“W-W-What the f-fuck?” Steven exclaimed in “his” new feminine voice, trying in vain to cover herself up with newfound instincts. “This… this isn’t real. It can’t be…”

“Oh, it’s veeeery much real.” That same voice from before echoed through the room as a figure emerged from the sole doorway. He seemed to possess the same smug mannerisms as that guy from the game, and “Steven” connected the dots in an instant. “Hello darling. My name is Anton Buranov. Nice to officially meet you. It seems my inputs translated very well to you IRL. I must admit, my father’s technology is progressing very quickly, don’t you agree?”

Steven recognized that name. Stretski Buranov was the Lead Designer for Dungeons of Drabur, a name you had called out many times over the past few months for ruining the spirit of the game. That would make this guy his son, if his younger appearance was anything to go off of. All his “remaining” strength melted away as he came to the realization that he had been abducted to be used as some kind of experiment. The weight of his body’s features were more than enough to confirm this was no mere dream.

“It seems you’re confused, darling.” Anton smirked, leaning in towards the terrified woman. “How about I… review your newly-added gameplay features, hm?”