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"So remind me again what you want?" Kirito asked the two agents in dark suits and glasses.
"Simple," " we need you to infiltrate a new game and sabotage an evil plot."
"Uhuh, And why us two?" he asked,
“You two are the greatest players the system has ever seen, and your daughter
"Yeah I know, I just like to hear people say it," he said smugly, and Asuna rolled her eyes fondly.
"What my husband means is why should we be entertaining this at all?" she asked, "We've barely survived these death games in the past
"First of all, the nature of our plan is that death is not a risk, the game doesn't have permadeath, and even if they activated that we have an override to get you out."
"You seem to have thought of everything," Asuna mused, "Still doesn't answer what's in it for us?"
"Yeah we don't come cheap, we're badass AND good looking AND charming with test audiences," Kirito said, "We're top product."
“You will be compensated handsomely."
“So what?” Asuna scoffed, “with my father still missing I am the sole heir and I am subsequently in charge of a very comfortable estate."
“That’s not unfair, but we are also offering a seat on the board for each of you, allowing you to be directly involved with all applications of this technology in the future."
"That's not a terrible point,'" Kirito said “Would be nice to have actual input on what idiots do with this,”
“Not only that, the nature of your cover is as wealthy benefactors, we’ll be sneaking you into the luxury resort where they operate out of."
They both raised their eyebrows at that. “So essentially,” Kirito said, “whenever we aren’t directly in combat, we can back to an all expense paid luxury resort, and just do what whatver the hell we want."
"Yes."
“That's not a bad deal," he said.
"EH, I don't know," Asuna said.
"Think about it Asuna, we get to be the strongest fighters the world again, destroying anyone who gets in our way, and then came back and get pampered and relax.”
“We still haven’t had a real vacation as a couple in so long,” she admitted, “and it’ll be good to have Yui physically around us again, rather than just stuck inside your computer
"We'll talk on it," she said.
"So what do you think Yui?" he asked.
Her voice came through the speaker on the table, "They're clean, I looked into them and hacked their database, they're right ot be worried, someone is trying to recreate the charisma experiments,"
"They need to die with Suguo," Asuna said darkly, and Kirito nodded.
"Yeah it seems like a good deal, we get a power fantasy vacation and get to beat the shit out of some evil jackass who can't let the past stay where it is."
“I will infiltrate through the other end, and you two Will rendezvous with me in phase 2,” Yui said
“You sure you will be ok?” Kirito asked
“Of course Daddy, I've always wanted to try a solo adventure, and If anything Happens I can get myself out."
Kirito looked at Asuna, visibly concerned, and she sighed.
"She's gonna need a first time,
"Besides," she said with a leer, "Will give us some alone to abuse our privacy and have some alone time."
"Mommy, daddy, are you two trying to gross me out again?"
“It’ll be nice,” Kirito said, “we fight like the good old days,”
“Feeling our enemies die beneath our boots,” Asuna said.
“Exactly, than we come h home, have a nice meal, get some couple massages, snuggle up and watch the sunset,
“And fuck on every available surface,” She added.
“Exactly,”
"This doesnt work because unlike msot children I'm very happy you two have a healthy sex life."
"Ok thank you Yui!" Kirito said quickly as he turned off the speaker. "It freaks me out the way she does that."
"Yeah it makes my skin crawl," she said, but I'm jsut glad we got her to stop pyscho analzying our sex life."
"For now." he muttered.
He sat down on the bed, fingers trailing the simple sheets. And he watched Asuna lay down on the one next to him, both of them in matching medical gowns.
"You're sure this is safe?" he asked the nurse, and she nodded.
"You two will both be ok, you're in good hands."
They both nodded, and laid fully down.
He reached out to her, and she grabbed his hand, and they both tightened their grips. Her hand small in his own.
Their helmets settled onto their heads, clicking shut.
“I love you!” Asuna suddenly blurted, and he could see the sudden nervousness in her eyes, and he felt it too, even after all this time, he was still afraid of dying in a game.
“I love you too.”
And then their nerve gears turned on and they both went limp.
The feeling of loading into a game was a familiar one, just coming to awareness fully standing.
But he felt different. And it wasn’t just some engine difference, the core reality of this game felt the same, something else felt weird.
He looked around, and he felt something on his head, something in his peripheral vision. Something long and black.
He slapped at his head, feeling long silky locks of hair. He grabbed some and held it out so he could see it. And a quick tug confirmed it was real hair, into his scalp.
“Did the game give me long hair for some reason?” He asked aloud, before he cleared his throat. His voice sounded weird, and felt weird. Softer in his chest, less of the rumble in his throat.
“Hello? Ahem, hello?”
His voice was higher, softer, he sounded lik a girl. Well, even more like a girl.
“Oh very funny everyone!” He said, “Kirito sounds like a girl, let’s play a joke and make him actually have a girl voice! That’ll be funny and not super obnoxious after 5 minutes."
He reached up to his throat, and it felt smooth and flat, like a woman’s.
“Way to commit guys,” He grumbled “even took away my Adam’s Apple, real impressive, not at all a waste of time” he scoffed and leaned back on his heel.
He stopped, that motion had done something, there had been more movement, weird and alien movement, on his chest.
He jumped slightly, and his chest bounced again.
A sinking feeling started in his stomach, he was pretty sure he know what bounced like that, and it was something he loved, but had never been on him before. But he needed to be sure.
He brought his hand up to his chest, and instead of his normal lean chest, his palm brushed against something soft and plaint.
He choked on himself for a moment, he felt something where there shouldn’t be something, and more than that, he felt in his chest, he felt nerves sticking out form his body, in a place he’d never had nerves before.
He knew what these were, he’d felt a pair like them before.
He finally looked down, his suddenly long hair framing his view, and he saw his shirt distended by two mounds, one of which had his hand on it.
He brought his other one up, cupping both of them, feeling their weight, they weren’t every big, smaller than Asuna’s, but there they were real, they were heavyand they were on him.
He squeezed them both, and the feeling was pleasant, odd, but pleasant, and it sent a spark down his spine, stopping between his legs.
His heart stopped, and his knees suddenly felt weak.
He had long hair, his voice sounded like a girls, he had tits, he was detecting a pattern. And a pit of dread was forming in his stomach.
Nervously, he grabbed the waistband of the black pants he was wearing, and slowly pulled them open. And inside he saw he was wearing a pair of black panties, and they fit perfectly, snugly against a flat mound.
He swallowed heavily, and lowered his hand inside his pants, his palm flush against where his dick should be, on the front of his pelvis, and found only smooth skin.
His hand kept going, and it slipped between his legs and along his inseam, and his fingers rubbed something … new, a ridge, his skin fingers tracing the outline of a soft pair of lips. That had never been there before.
His legs went weak, and he almost fell, his center of gravity off, and he caught himself, but his legs were built different, oriented differently, and this pose pressed them tight against each other, flat and flush, in a way he had never done in his entire life, always had something in the way, but now they were built too, and it pressed his hand even harder against this new development, warm against his hand. And this new new thing was responding. It liked the feeling of a hand pressed against it, and he felt something truly alien, a twitch, deep inside, and then the sense of moisture.
He looked down, his thighs flat against each other, but his feet spread, he looked like an anime girl. It was a very feminine pose, one he’d never been able to do before. But now his body was structurally built too.
He snatched his hand back like it was burned, and he stumbled back. His new breasts bouncing with each movement . And now that he noticed it, each step felt slightly off, his legs oriented slightly differently, and each movement accentuated the sudden emptiness between his legs, and now that he knew his dick was gone he was suddenly hyper aware of its absence.
And, he realized with a start, he was hyper aware of its replacement, of a void, an orifice, burrowed between his legs and leading deep inside.
He squirmed, legs pressed together and rubbing together as he was overwhelmed by the new sensory input.
He needed to focus, he needed to take stock of what else had changed.
He caressed his new hips, feeling their shape, this body wasn’t the most curvaceous, but compared to his normal narrow hips they flared out dramatically.
He traced the new shape, smoothly going from hips to his new legs, which even through his pants felt smooth and soft. And sensitive.
He blushed as he realized what he was doing. He was caressing his legs, like a woman. Like how Asuna did after she shaved her legs, the way she showed off, using it to tease him. And he was doing that movement. Everything Asuna did he could do now
“No,” he hissed to himself, “focus,”
He looked at his hands, holding them up to the light.
Kirito had always loved women’s hands. Slim, delicate, dexterous, it had always been one of his favorite parts of Asuna, seeing her use a sword, or a game controller, just precise and dexterous. (And he loved seeing her hands wrapped around his dick)
And now he had them, soft and feminine, and they moved at his command, and he flexed his fingers.
His new hands were really really hot.
A thought occurred, and with a tad more excitement than he should’ve had He grabbed his ass, and his fingers dug into new soft pliant flesh, and He really liked the feeling of fingers digging into his ass.
He felt himself flush, he needed to focus, he had a job to do, and he was in an alien and foreign body, he needed to get moving.
No matter how curious he was about the growing damp void between his new soft womanly thighs.
“Focus!” He hissed to himself, trying to ignore the higher timbre, and He flipped open the wall mirror, and finally looked at his avatar.
And in the mirror was a girl.
She looked like him, he could see familiar features, eyes, nose, nose, mouth. just …softer, and cuter, and clearly a girl. Her hair fell to her mid back, and even in such simple clothes he could see her petite figure.
And she was cute. He was a married man but it’s not like he he didn’t notice how other women looked, and this woman was hot, her big for eyes, her slim build.
A sudden spike of fear shot through. Married man wasn’t really the right term, he was a married woman.
“Asuna?” He cried out, voice cracking in his panic.
Asuna loaded in with no obstacle, the same as she had time and time before.
She looked around the starting room, a small warmly lit room, with a mirror on the wall, like a changing room almost, just bigger.
She took a moment to stretch, adjusting herself. Getting used to the game system. But it felt as it always did.
SHe moved to the mirror, and she checked herself out, wearing a matching white shirt and pants. Turning to look at herself.
Damn she looked good.
She smirked, she was excited for this, there were so many ways she could have fun with her sexy husband here, and she was going to do every single one. And she hummed to herself as she felt herself heat up at the prospect, already picturing the two of them together.
“Asuna!” she heard her husband hiss.
He broke her out of her fantasy. Her nipples already hard, and she shook her head, there was no reason to fantasize when she could fuck him right now.
"Asuna!" He whispered again, and she frowned, he sounded upset, worried.
“Kirito?” She asked, before she exited her starting room, opening into a short hall of doors.
"Over here!"
He was peeking his head out of his room, only his eyes visible as he tried to get her attention.
“What’s Wrong? Are you ok?"
"Kinda?"
"What do you mean kinda? Are-are you blushing?"
“Jest get in here,” he said as grabbed her arm and pulled her.
“Listen honey I also wanna test out this new games accuracy but we have a whole room with a bed and everything, wouldn’t you rather fuck there?”
Kirito squeaked in embarrassed. And that was weird, Kirito was long past that, the expected answer would be some crude joke followed by a challenge, and than they’d fuck each others brains out on the floor before they went and talked to their employees.
“Kirito what’s-“ she asked as she turned, before the words died in her throat.
He looked up at her,and she instantly recognized him, but he looked very different. Clearly feminine His sensitive eyes that she loved so much looked even bigger, and he looked nervous.
“Kirito?” She asked breathlessly, and he nodded nervously.
“Yeah I don’t know the hell happened, I loaded in like normal and apparently someone fucked up and I got a girl avatar.”
She took a moment to look him up and down, taking in every change, the visible breasts, the wider hips, the softer limbs.
“And when you say a girl avatar,” she started, “do you mean-“
“I checked,” he said, suddenly blushing even harder, “full woman, right down to the-“ he trailed off.
"…Oh!" she said, genuinely at a lost for words and at her silence He started rambling, as he always did when he was nervous.
“I don’t know what the fuck to do about this, I feel wierd and this shouldn’t happen and now your big strong husband is shorter and he’s a girl and it’s gonna fuck everything up while we’re here and I was really looking forward to this time with you and they said that it’s not something they can pull us out of right away and that means I might be stuck like this and what if you don’t want anything to do with me now and-“
And she just watched him ramble, and she looked at him. He was a couple inches shorter than her now,
Her husband was now her wife. And as exciting as that is, either way he was still her spouse.
She cut him off by putting her hand on his shoulder, and he shut up, looking up at her, looking so nervous and vulnerable, and she cupped his cheek gently.
“You look beautiful.”