My life as NPC (Patreon)

It was a strange sight for anyone to see. The beauty that would have caught the attention of any man suddenly stopped, dropped her small handbag from her petite hands, and gasped. Her eyes widened as she looked at her hands as if she had never seen them before, and then grabbed her huge ass! Her hands were squeezing it and massaging it as if it was the first time she had felt it.

"Like, oh my gosh!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice (What the hell is happening?!). "This is, like, totally crazy!" (This can't be real!).

Grace, once Greg, a successful marketing executive, had been beta testing a highly immersive virtual reality game. But something had gone terribly wrong when he logged off, and instead of his own body, he found himself in this unfamiliar form. His hands roamed his body, exploring his curves and his soft, sensitive skin. It felt so real.

Grace's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear. She touched her smooth cheeks, her soft lips, and the unfamiliar curves of her body. The tight white top she wore made her feel exposed, but it was not main thing that caught her attention. She tried to log out, but nothing happened. The realization hit her hard: she was trapped, and no one knew she was Greg.

"What am I, like, supposed to do now?" she muttered, her voice trembling (How do I get out of this nightmare?). "Why am I, like, talking like this? It’s, like, so weird!" she said out loud (I don’t want to say these things!).

Her husband, Jake, drove up and noticed her standing there, looking confused. He rolled down the window and shouted, "Grace! What the hell are you doing standing around? Get your ass in the car!"

Grace’s heart pounded. She wasn’t used to being spoken to like this. She wanted to shout back, to tell him off, but the words that came out were filtered through her NPC programming. "Oh, um, like, hush, babe! I’m on my way!" (Hey! Shut your mouth, asshole! Go to hell!)

As she walked towards the car, her hips swaying in the tight jeans, she could feel her thighs shaking. She tried to explain it to herself with some reason, which was really stupid. "This is, like, such a crazy workout! It's totally, like, trying to walk on the runway with a bouncy castle attached to my butt!" she muttered (This is some kind of fucked up mess! It's just impossible to walk with this ass!). She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, flashing a forced smile at Jake.

As soon as she got in the car, Grace pulled out her phone and started filming an Instagram story, thinking that this might help her get out of NPC mode and return to the real world. "Hey everyone! Just, like, running errands with the hubby! Isn’t he the best?" she said into her phone’s camera, smiling brightly (Someone, please notice that I’m trapped and help me get out!).

Jake glared at her, clearly annoyed. "Took you long enough. What's wrong with you today?"

Grace felt a surge of anger, but instead of lashing out, she felt a wave of shame. "I, like, don’t know! It's, like, so confusing!" (I hate this! I don’t understand why I’m acting this way!)

Jake shook his head and started driving, mutturing something under his breath about Grace and her silly errands. Grace wanted to yell at him, but bit her tongue, fighting the urge to lash out. Instead, she giggled and twirled a strand of her blonde hair. "Oh, babe, like, you're so cute when you're grumpy! Wanna have a fun night together?" (You're an idiot! I'll show you who's boss!) She put a hand on his leg, rubbing it suggestively. (No, no, no! This isn't what I meant! I just want to escape this game!)

"Maybe later. I have a meeting with some potential clients."

Grace smiled sweetly, at this time feeling a wave of sadness, which she did not understand, but tried to hide it.

Days passed, but Grace continued trying again and again to find a way to escape her situation, repeating over and over again all the actions that were embedded in her NPC role model, in hope that somehow it could help her. "Hey everyone, like, just shopping with my gal-pals! Isn't life, like, totally awesome!" she posted to Instagram while getting her nails done.

One day, the user, trying to seduce her, was making suggestive comments. "Hey, beautiful, you know anything about this glitch everyone’s talking about?" he said with a wink.

Grace felt a spark of hope. Maybe this could be her chance. But instead of saying something meaningful, the words that came out were filtered through her NPC programming. "Um, like, what, gli-t-mess? It's, uh, like, totally weird, right?" (I need to know more about this glitch! Please tell me everything you know.)

The user chuckled, clearly amused by her response. "Yeah, totally weird. Hey, you know, you’re really cute. Wanna hang out?"

Grace's frustration grew, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Oh, um, like, thanks! But, like, I gotta, um, do stuff. Important stuff!" (I need to find a way out of this nightmare. This isn’t who I am.)

As she turned to leave, she overheard the user talking to another player. "Yeah, apparently there’s some kind of glitch that traps players in their avatars. Developers are working on a fix, but who knows how long that'll take."

She wanted to scream, to shout out her true identity, but every attempt was met with the same vapid responses. "Like, totally crazy, right?" (Help me! I’m trapped in here!) "So, like, what’s your favorite color?" (I need to get out of this game!)

One day, she felt a sudden change in her body, as if something had been triggered deep inside. But when she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't see anything different. Only now a new thought appeared in her head - ask somebody to help her found item: the legendary golden dildo. "This, like, totally, like, weirds me out! But maybe it's, like, totally gonna help me!" (This is looks like I can give quests to players now! Maybe It could help me find my way out.)

She eagerly began to search for players to send on the quest and quickly found a nearby player who was willing to help her.

"Hey, like, bring me this special item and, like, you’ll get an amazing reward!," she said excitedly (Hope this is gonna help!).

However, she was unaware that the reward for completing the quest was scripted. After a player brought her the required item, she would automatically offer a blowjob as a reward. But now she felt a spark of hope. Maybe this could help her break the script.