"Right through that door is the floor boss, we beat her and the demo's finished! Had fun? I could really go for a drink after this, dive games always give me a dry throat. Need to head home and feed the dogs soon so let's give it our all!" Sam's voice echoes through the final corridor as we both prepare our equipment and heal up, my eyes not quite able to leave the glistening form of the gatekeeper we just bested. 

"Uhm, yeah it's a great game. I know this con is just for adults and all but I wasn't expecting this game to be so... y'know?" The air in this dungeon is thick and hot, the slumped form of defeated monster girl only covered by a single wrap of cloth at the waist. Her muscles put mine to shame, in the real world at least, here I'm a tank leading the charge with my girlfriend at my back to provide healing and support. I didn't have the strength to tell her I'd rather be a rogue, I've been pushed into the generic 'strongman' roles my entire life and it's getting tiresome if I'm honest. 

"Pornographic? You should see what happens if you lose an encounter, haha, my friends here have been toiling away at this lewd masterpiece for a couple years now but we're too good a team to reach any of their 'bad ends', huh?" Stepping forwards, Sam leans close and drapes herself over my shoulder with lighthearted giggle, lips pressing onto my cheek sweetly.

"Bad ends? You're fucking with me." We both share a grin as I push my extroverted girlfriend away and her foot lands back onto the torso of the bested beast woman. That pleasured groan almost gives me pause and has me consider stopping, but then I just assume Samantha's friends are perverts and concede that the gameplay itself is extremely well implemented. "Ready to go in?"

"You betcha, I've got your back in there, lets go give 'em hell babe." There's a strange glint in my girlfriend's eyes, sultry lips curled in satisfaction as that mischievous face hides in the shade of her sage's hood. "After you."

Right... to be honest, the quicker we're out of this demo the better, Sam's been shooting me strange looks for the past hour. Still, it's nice to be getting along as a normal couple again, there was a time I thought we were going to break up only a few months back when my girlfriend discovered her attraction to women superseded her interest in men. It had been tense and almost hostile for the proceeding weeks and we've barely been intimate since, but now she's all over me again and I'm honestly not sure what to make of it. Perhaps the sexual undertones of this dungeon crawler are simply getting her in the mood again? Only problem is, all the monsters have been women. I'm probably just being insecure, but--

"C'mon love, no time like the present!" A hand against my back shoving me towards the imposing door banishes my train of thought as I stumble forwards to catch myself, greatsword clattering onto the ground and an embarrassed smile crossing over my face to hide the light annoyance. After retrieving the huge slab of steel my generated character is inexplicably able to wield, I weakly nod my head and soldier on. 

One hand pushes firm against the unlocked entrance to the floor boss' chambers as Samantha innocently hums behind me, white ivory wand gripped in those dainty hands of hers I sometimes lament the softness of when I consider these calloused palms of mine. A cloying sweetness is the first thing to assault our senses as the area loads in and we find ourselves on the other side of the door, bars dropping down with ominous thud to lock us in here with our mark. That's right, this monster's our prey, so that just means she's now locked in here with us.

At least I assume it's going to be a she judging by the rest of the dungeon, my suspicions soon confirmed as the smog of pink that tickles our nostrils settles and we fix our eyes upon the monster in the centre of the room. Coiled up in spirals is the beast's huge body, I can only imagine how long it would stretch for if it straightened out, the scaled snake-like form transitioning into one more humanoid at the centre. Even where that vaguely human waist begins I recognise it to be anything but, her pale green skin smooth in the middle with sparkling jade scales stretching up her sides and covering her arms like sequinned gloves that end at her wrists. Glowing orange eyes with vertical black slits in the centre of each lock onto the intruders to her domain as wide, hungry smile curls those lips into appropriate shape. I grip tight the handle of my sword and bolster my resolve, reminding myself that this is simply a video game even if these new experiences can be immersive enough to have you forgetting such in the heat of the moment. Fangs long and assuredly sharp feature prominently in that wicked, monstrous grin as a beckoning claw-like digit invites us closer. The beast goads, brushing back her flowing pink hair and raising tail end into the air with a light rattle. 

"Wow, she's gorgeous." Is my girlfriend's response to this hideous creature, reminding me once again just how much her tastes appear to have changed. How can I compete with a being too large to fit in my crappy one bedroom apartment, who spits venom with shrill laughter that instantly gives me -2 to evasion? That's fine, I'm a defensive class so I'll just have to block her assault and wait for a good opening to cut this oversized serpent down to size. 

"Look sharp, Sam, she's reeling back for an attack." I watch carefully for the sweep as that giant snake body uncoils and lifts into the air to attack, making sure my guard stance is up and prompting my support to be ready with her healing even if she's already failing me on pre-emptive buffs to defence... guess she's too distracted ogling our boss fight like she's on the market for a threesome. 

The Lamia's health bar fills my peripheral as she initiates the fight with that predictable opening move, slithering forwards and lunging her tail towards us with fierce strength I prepare to defend against with naught but the bulk of my giant weapon. The side of our enemy's tail slams with force into my raised greatsword and I reel back, just barely able to keep my footing and avoid being crushed against the wall at our back. I watch with horror as my own health bar dips down into the red from just the Lamia's opening attack, taking note of the boss being a good ten levels higher than us and wondering if they tested this demo properly given we've cleaned up every optional mob on the way to this final chamber. 

It'll be okay, it just means Samantha will have to cut down on her offensive magic and just focus on healing me for the majority of the f--

[Samsara has been disconnected from the session. Attempting to reconnect...]

That's... not good! Holding the sword steady with one arm I reach into my pouch for a healing potion and fail to catch the creature lunging upper body forwards for an immediate second attack. Usually the encounters are programmed so that the enemy has a cooldown between its attacks but this laughing Lamia does not appear to be playing by the rules, talon grip slamming me into the wall with my heavy sword being launched several metres to my right. Sharp nails sink into my skin and I feel the frustration setting in from just how unfair this encounter appears to be even if I'm aware that it isn't designed to be tackled solo. 

"Ssssweeeet little human fighter. Sssssssubmiiit." Her forked tongue rasps out teasingly, the warmth of that oversized body suffocating me as she slithers closer and writhes her entire body with menacing laughter. Even if I know it's just a game I feel myself intimidated by this monster, praying that she ends me swiftly with what little hit points I have remaining. Instead of crushing me in her grip as she so easily could, the Lamia appears intent to play with her prey, making me think back on that silly throwaway statement Sam had made earlier about supposed 'bad ends'. Where the hell is she, anyway, still reconnecting? "Sssssssubmiiiit."

Why does she keep saying that? I'm already unable to move my limbs, isn't that submission enough? The beast hums in satisfaction at my struggle and so I desist, not wanting to give it any more reason to be smug and then remembering this is just a boss in a video game and not a real intelligence. I'm dropped onto my feet as the creature teases me by allowing me only a few steps towards my weapon before circling me in her slither. I'm surrounded by her spiralling form, feeling the air grow think in this serpentine cage. "C-Can I just finish up already? I've got things to do today and Sam's not--"

"Prey thinkssss it'sss got a choice?" Empress Ophidesta, according to her health bar anyway, brings her upper body close and practically smothers me with her sweet smelling bosom, as pale green as the rest of that velvety skin she seems to proud to cover up. The monster arches its back and presses me firm against her tail, pinning me between her coiling lower form and lush upper body. This feels so much more humiliating than simply being trapped between her palm and solid wall and I find, with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and confusion, that my pants begin to swell as stiffening excitement strains against the clothing. 

My traitorous arousal seems to amuse the Lamia greatly and encourage her assault, those sharp fingers cradling either side of my spinning head and tilting it upwards to look into her--

"Yessss that'ssss riiiight, enjoy my eyessss?" That amber glow pushes into my mind with an intense humming sound I can't place the source of, too lost in cascading rings that milk my brain of its thoughts. Of course I try to look away, I try to close my eyes too, yet penetrative amber glow pulls me back into the centre and demands me focus all the same. I can feel my body sagging in her tight hold, lips gradually parting as I forget where I am entirely and become lost in a new place of her. Of eyes, amber annihilation ablating my resistance with its overwhelming radiance. 

"Yuh-yesss?" God I sound like such a fucking idiot, barely able to keep my thoughts together like I'm attempting to keep water in my hands and stop it spilling through the cracks in my fingers. Pulsing eyes pulls me in and those pretty, amazing rings appear to perform some manner of lobotomy on my rational thought, has me wanting more, begging body slumping and squirming for this intensive sublimation she treats me to. In my peripheral, the status shows more stacking debuffs than an addled player like me could currently count, feeling my intelligence crushed in the gravity of those shining stars burning amber rings into my retinas. I'm too distracted to notice how each debuff stacked reduces my level by one, weakening me by sapping every stat until I'm not even fit to fight a level one mob. 

"Good girl."

Wait, what? Still unable to pry this prey stare away from mesmerising snare gaze, I feel sudden headrush at her words and something deep within urges caution, reminding me that she's my enemy... and that I'm not... fuck, her eyes are so gorgeous...

With clawed finger, Ophidesta removes my armour like she's unwrapping candy and lays me bare within her smothering hold, reeling back and coiling herself around me properly until I cannot move a single muscle save for my errant tongue which stirs so foolishly. "I'm not... not a girl?" It was meant to be a confident statement and instead came out as a meek question, no longer sure what I am as her coils constrict my form and make a meal of this weakling. 

"Oh? Are you sssssure? Here, let me sssshow you what you aaaare~" The Lamia giggles incessantly in that shrill, monstrous tone and lifts my chin with talon touch, eyes still delivering an oblivion I can no longer think to deny, no longer desire to pry away from. It's that call of the void, you reach a point where failing starts to feel right and then you're on a downward spiral into losing yourself completely. Those eyes finally leave my focus as the Lamia leans closer and breathes hot against my slick neck, leaving me floating in realms of nothing as my mind desperately struggles to grasp at something new to latch onto, quickly getting just that. Sharp fangs sink into my neck and at first I wonder if this might be some horrific hybrid of Lamia and Vampiric mistress before feeling that venom flooding me and realising she isn't taking, she's giving. The snake venom hits my bloodstream like a spark against a bed of oil, my entire body igniting with fresh tingles that have me sinking into places untold within my own unravelling mind. 

Where am I going? I'm not sure I even care so long as it continues to feel this intense and pleasurable, happily lost in a rending reverie that gnaws upon my soul and plays fetch with my desire. 

It isn't long before even a distracted slut like me is made aware of the changes in my body, realising that Ophidesta's venom isn't content to simply scramble psyche but kindly reshape me into proper form. The shape of my soul. My thighs slowly fill out and I feel hips widen, skin becoming smooth as that pale green tummy against mine. Even my hair grows out and spills out over her coils in pretty curls, my features softening one by one until finally I feel my chest begin to swell and let out an airy giggle at the delayed recognition of what she's doing. Her venom has turned me into her good girl, I guess... oh well, it feels really nice and... it's only a game, so--

"Ssssubmiiiit." Forked tongue clicks like the snapping of a hypnotist's fingers and I feel my arousal spike at the suggestive word, what's a level one hero like me to do but submit herself to this level 30 monster? It's like... my fault for coming in here and... being so weak, yeah... 

"Sub... Submit... I submit! Uhm... gosh, this is so... so hot I can't..." I love the feeling of being held tight within her perfect coils, such warmth and firmness that a soft, slutty whore like myself could never aspire to. Ophidesta is proof enough that my weakness doesn't come from being a woman, it's simply an affliction I've suffered since birth. I... maybe now being weak isn't so bad, it just means I'm better at submitting!

"Good Girl."

I'm such a good girl... my eyes lightly cross as she sinks into me again with a sharpness that only stings for a second and a half before the sublimating venom runs its course and I thank her, breathlessly, for having her way with a wanton woman who doesn't deserve such private attention.

A part of me still recognises that this is wrong, but then I watch my level drop into the negative numbers and giggle at the absurdity, this is just a game and... games are supposed to be fun. 

"You're going to be my pet sssslut from now on, okay pretty?" My new owner pulls away with sweet venom trickling down my neck earning a shiver, eyes suddenly setting on mine again. That glow wipes all my thoughts away and replaces them with new, better thoughts. They're like my old thoughts but more needy and pathetic, a desperation to be used until I'm spent. She called me pretty, I'm never going to recover from that, so flustered I could evaporate if she didn't have such a firm hold on me. 

"O-Okay! I'm... yours! Good... good girl~" Intelligence isn't really required to be a good pet slut, I imagine, so I don't even try to muster up any clever thoughts as I indulge my base instincts. Inhibition expires and I'm panting in her coils, owner prying my tongue out with her fingers before squeezing my cheeks between them, making spectacle of my stupidity and surrender. 

I've never felt so loved, so useful, in my life. 

"How long has she been in there? You're one twisted fuck for letting us test it on your own partner, Sam, not to mention in public. Thanks for minding the booth I guess. Here, no sugar." One of the core developers of the demo Samantha had just been trialling before her 'connection failure' hands the woman a coffee as she sips at her own, peering down at the player still hooked up and cocking her head. "Fuck... that's indecent."

"I think it's pretty." Samantha laughs, rubbing the stiff cock in her palm as the player drools onto their chest, headset obscuring the top half of that lewd expression of total defeat. Subjugation. "And she'll be a lot prettier soon, not to mention... ahahaha..."

"Submissive?" Samantha's close friend leans elbows against the kiosk and gives the other a knowing look. "Want us to switch it over to the harem ending? Breeding bitch? I'm assuming you wanna break through the monogamy too so we can have more fun visiting this weekend, yeah? Be nice to have something to service us while we unwind right?" A husky laugh follows and the programmer takes a sip from her black coffee. 

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about! You're right of course, but you sent me the snake eyes file already and a girl like me comes prepared." Sam proudly retrieves her phone from skirt pocket and unlocks it to show the simple gif saved on her mobile, cascading rings of gold encased in amber orbs. "I can probably make any adjustments I want with enough temptation, right? You should see the porn she watches, I'm considering this a fucking service honestly. Loving someone is knowing what's best for them, right?"

"Whatever you say, girl. I'm pulling her out now, you know there's no guarantee it works yet right?" The game's developer steps around the virtual reality chair, propping it up from the reclined position it was in and wiping down their beta tester with a hand towel. 

"It works, look how happy she is. How turned on she is, that's ah... hard evidence." Samantha grips the bulge through her partner's shorts, smiling proudly.

"You're such a comedian, Sam, remind me how we ever became friends." The sequence to end the game and pull players from the dive is casually dialled in, the headset whirring and counting its player up in a gradual return to the real world. 

And then, I emerge from my cocoon a flutter of blinks and a slurring of words. Samantha holds my arm and helps me up onto my feet, my disorientation so intense even after the count up sequence from the relatively adolescent tech. "I... Sam? Oh... I'm back. Ahaha, took me a sec, sorry." My girlfriend holds me so sweetly, she really is good to me. "Fuck, you were right about needing a drink after."

"Here, to wake you up a bit. No sugar, just how you like it." I once told her the only sweetness I needed in my life was her, reminiscing on this as I accept the bitter drink and crack open the lid with lazy gratitude plastered over my face. 

"Thanks... I..."

"Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Sam hums, tilting the cup to make me drink and almost burning my tongue. 

Lowering the hand, I look between her and Jasmine, the game's lead developer. I should probably thank her for letting us test the game but... wait, what was that at the end? It got weird, like really weird. Samantha stepping closer makes me realise just how much of a fucking state I'm in when my stiffness sinks into her soft thigh. Soft... why does that make me jealous? 

"It's okay, hon, you can tell me." Her voice snakes into my ear as she wraps arms around my neck and holds herself close. "You're a girl, aren't you?"

My body temperature drops and I try to step away before realising that I can't, not while she holds me like this. "Wh-what?"

"Shush, just submit. Tell me what you are, okay? I want to help but I can't do that until you've admitted it. I even brought your first dose in my purse, just in case. You can never be too prepared, right?" Her words are possessive, manipulative and oh so pretty. Temptation beckons as I slowly recall those strange experiences from the game, did it... hypnotise me? Is that even a thing games can do? This new dive tech is yet to receive proper regulation, my body shuddering at the thought I could have been... tampered with. Still, that word... 

"Submit?" I'm teetering over the edge of a steep cliff, wanting so badly to fall for her. For the she that could be me, I mean, imagining what I'd look like as a woman like that slut in the game and twitching against Samantha's thigh pathetically. 

"Yes, be a good girl and accept the treatment, don't you want to be my girlfriend from now on? My pretty plaything, my special little girltoy? I can be that for you, I've trained dogs all my life and I can't see you being any harder to tame. If it's what you want. But if you do... ssssssubmiiit~ Ahahaha, if you don't you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life so uh, fair warning." Samantha grips my hair in her hand and opens her mouth wide, playfully holding my jugular between teeth much less sharp but no less predatory than Ophidesta's. I recall that venomous bite and how it changed me, blushing dark red in the middle of the kinky convention hall and letting that word sit in my mind. Submit.

Jasmine steps closer and looks me over with practiced indifference, allowing herself a smirk that tells me she knows what I am. "Lay off her, Samantha, can't you see she's still delirious after our machine messed her up? Of course she's your girlfriend, what else would she be? Sluts don't choose, right?" 

My eyes dart around the public space and I feel my body overheating, not sure how to deescalate the situation and becoming increasingly unsure that I even want to. I've never known this side of my girlfriend before, it's... slightly intoxicating right now, in my delirious state. "Y-You want me to like... become a girl?"

"I want you to admit that you want it. Here, I'll put it to the test, sometimes appealing to prey's natural instincts is much simpler than expecting them to think long and hard. I'll just place these on my palm and hold it out, I'll count to three and then close my fingers." With a casual hum as if this isn't a supremely surreal situation we find ourselves in, Samantha digs into her purse and retrieves two differently shaped tablets, placing them onto her palm and holding it under my chin like she's giving her dog a treat. 

"What... what is it?" I gulp, not knowing the particulars but having a good idea of what I'm looking at, considering if I could really... Ophidesta's beckoning stare commands my focus and that forked tongue mocks me with seductive hiss. If I take these, I'm one step closer to that form she shaped me into. I... is Samantha saying I could live that fantasy as a reality, with her filling the Lamia's role? My girlfriend claiming ownership over me and feeding me drugs from her palm that make me soft and feminine for her... gosh, I know that I'd have denied such an appeal when I entered this place but now I'm all hot and confused and--

"You know exactly what it is. Now, three..."

Wait... I'm not done thinking. She really is treating me like she does her dogs back at home, the damn things always look so happy too, like they're totally in love with her. 

"Two..."

Even... even if this is something worth considering, doing it like this can't be right. Even if it feels right, even if I'm so turned on I can hardly fucking breathe. If I accept her treatment, it's not just transition... it's training. What was it that Ophidesta called me? A pet slut...

"One." Snap.

The firm snapping of fingers from Samantha's other hand has me acting without thought, quickly dipping forwards before her fingers can close to greedily lap up her proffered medicine. I know my life will never be the same now, the act feels too symbolic to walk back on even if that's just a weak excuse to allow myself to sink further into... whatever the hell this is. 

"Good girl!" My girlfriend's fingers pet my hair and I find myself leaning into the touch, simplifying myself against her hand and wanting to see how far she can reduce me. This is her commission for helping me realise I'm a girl, she just... gets to own me from now on? It sounds so stupid, but I don't think I can bring myself to care when I remember husky happiness and feel overwhelmed with that emotion they call joy. I'm content in this, I think, the front of my shirt sticking to my chest from drool and my entire body tingling from the aftereffects of venom.

I'm going to try and be a good girl from now on. If I've come to my senses in the morning... I'll just have to remember that word...

"Sssssssubmiiiiiit~"