O2O 13 - Self Care (Patreon)

Jack opened the PlayPal notification on his phone. It was an app that was created as a way to safely and easily transfer money in and out of O2O for in game goods and services. In the notes Clovis wrote:

[Your cut for the shoot.]

It was great and disheartening. Great because he was making money using the game. A non-insignificant amount of money. The cut was good, he knew it was. He was actually taking a majority of the earnings, as Clovis was excessively fair when it came to real life money. It was disheartening because of the message from Nial open in another window.

[Yo. New pics from O2O just dropped. You're into this kind of thing, right? She's pretty cute. How do you even get that player model?]

The pictures sent were of a busty Minotaur woman in cow-pattern lingerie. She had animal-like pierced ears and a pair of small, cute white horns. Her medium-length blonde hair was smooth and straight with small braids. She was smiling gently and posed very subtly for the camera with her chest out as the most prominent thing on display. She was Jack's type, that was for sure. The girl was part of a feature on a popular O2O porn blog titled 'HealSluts.' Smut from O2O had become fairly commonplace as images and video captured inside was close to real life in terms of graphics. Unlike in real life, however, you could do almost anything in the game so it was a very popular platform.

[You think so? Pretty sure it's something you can get through in game magic system or something.] Jack returned.

[You'd know, lol. Bet you wish she was yours. How's the guild thing going btw?]

[It's cool. Still just doing chores and working my way up.] Jack offered evasively.

[Quit being an overpaid intern to be an unpaid intern lmao.]

[stfu.] Jack rubbed his eyes.

[Anyway, the interview for that one is pretty good.]

[Yeah?] He was curious what Nial saw in it.

[The Alexis chick seems like a total bimbo. Think she's playing it up?]

[Not sure. Maybe you should message her in game and if you ask real nice she'll let you suck her Chad's dick.]

[omg, for real!? Jk, I'd rather get with her. Think she'll answer my messages? Jkjk.]

Jack rolled his eyes. [I bet she would leave you on '…' forever. No shot.]

[Yeah, she's into that horse dick, anyway. I'm a stud but I'm not that big. ;-) ]

Jack shuddered and left Nial on '…'

It was a strange feeling. In game Jack had become Alexis fully. One hundred percent female, all healer. No abilities whatsoever that could be construed as self-sustaining. She was not bad at the game, she was phenomenal at it. Far better than Jack thought he could be. As Clovis was funneled real experience, coin and loot Alexis was raised as a pure healer. Bracketed divine levels and stats that aided those skills and attributes shot up like he was pulling the lever on a slot machine. They increased her beauty and radiance, along with several expensive consumables to boost her 'assets.' As greedy as Clovis was in game, versus outside, he invested a lot into her as a partner. He had to. She was part of the reason he was invincible.

Jack felt the separation in their personalities and desires. He knew when he logged out that he was not Alexis, but at the same time, when he was logged in and it was his mind melding with hers, it was so hard to tell. Even as he sat in his chair he still remembered the interview like it was actually him. She must have been a different person, because he would have carried it out so differently, but at the same time he felt the choices all the same as though he was the one who made them.

* *

Alexis' ears twitched as she heard her name being called. Before she had changed she was Jack. As him, she had felt the jarring shift. She quickly lost her manhood, followed closely by her humanity. As a man jack had always fantasized about being more than six feet tall. As a Minotaur woman he had gotten his wish by being placed on two hooves. A natural pair of heels that felt so nice to stand on and walk in. In contrast to heels she had no trouble running, jumping or traversing odd inclines because they were not footwear, nor erotic additions to her feet. They were simply what she had to work with. In addition was the new weight on her chest. She had no idea that part of increasing her healing power also increased her 'matronly' power. Her tits had become massive and her hips wide and swinging. Her cute round face stared at the crew with wide, slightly crossed eyes. To any outside observer she was just a blonde ditz. They had no idea where she came from or what she was. To them she was Alexis, the high-grade healer that classified herself as a healslut. It was interesting enough to warrant attention from others in the game.

“Ms.... Alexis?” The interviewer asked.

“That's right!” She nodded.
“It's just Alexis, though. No need to be formal.”

“Right, right. You identify as a 'healslut?' Could you explain a bit about that to us?”

She smiled widely. “'Heal' because I'm a healer and 'slut' because when I'm not healing I make it my duty to clean my partners cock and balls.”

The interviewer gulped. “How... Would you go about that, usually?”

Alexis looked up and tapped her lips in thought. “Hmm. Usually with my mouth and tongue and whenever he wants to have a LOT of fun I am always wet and tight enough to polish his cock in my cunt.”

“He's a big guy.” The interviewer argued, his breath seemed to have been taken with that comment.

“For you.”

She flashed an 'ok' sign. “For Minotaur girls we can handle a lot more than normal! Super PROUD of it, too. I can take almost his entire dick into my pussy.” She moaned. Alexis was not an entirely different person. She was still in essence a derivative of Jack. A part of him that had been changed so much as to almost be unrecognizable. There were still parts of him that cringed at the performance internally. Especially as she leaned forward and volunteered.
“Now... If I want to polish his FULL length I can lube his cock with my mouth and sit on it. My ass can take the whole thing at this point.” She giggled, her expression becoming bright as she noted the interviewer's growing tent.

“From what I understand it feels almost as good.”

He inhaled deeply. “This is great stuff... How does this work, mechanically?”

“Mechanically?” She questioned.

“For those who're interested in that stuff.”

She sighed and titled her head to one side. “Uhm... I can't attack, like, at all.”

“At all?”

“Yeah. My skills in combat and a lot of other things that others in the game think are super important? They're actually at zero. Flat.” She made an 'O' with her hand.
“I'm purposefully built to be nonviable on my own. I can't function without Clovis mentally or physically. In essence, I was trained and developed to be a part of his build. I compliment his skills and survivablity. I surrender my agency and decision making. I sacrifice my time and my body for him. It's a full time job but thatnkfully he helps me out in game AND out.”

“What do you get in return?”

The god that conferred the majority of Alexis's bracketed power washed her with endorphins at that moment, causing her to gasp and almost orgasm on the spot. It solidified her answer.
“I-In return? I should be thanking him! I pay him all of my loot, all of my coin, everything so that I can continue being his. It's the least I can do for the chance to get used by such a stud!” She offered giddily. The girl was practically bouncing as she spoke.

The interviewer cleared his throat. “They system works... You... Well, I suppose Clovis and you by extension are some of the game's top players.”

“When people call me a player I think it's kinda funny.” She giggled.
“I'm a part of his class. I'm like a pet. When I log in from when I log out all I can think about is his glorious hog and when I'm gonna get to have it.” She licked her lips ecstatically, dripping visibly in front of the interviewer.

“O-okay, well, we came to take a few pictures so let's get that started.”

“Sure!”

* *

Jacks face was bright red thinking about it. 'Alexis' had gotten away from him. The high of the god that offered him power in game, the mind-bending nature of the oath and the mixtures that he was fed to change his gender. They all worked to send his Avatar into a downward spiral. There was no longer any hope for her. But Jack, Jack was aware. He was a passenger and despite everything... He still chose to log on every day for hours.

The call button lit up on his computer. He answered it after some hesitation, clearing his throat as he did.
“Hey Alexis. How'd you like the interview... And the money.”

Jack could not convince Clovis to not call him Alexis when they spoke in real life. He could not convince him to acknowledge Jack as a 'he' not a 'her.' It was a forgone conclusion what Clovis thought of him and it was possible Jack would have a leg to stand on if he did not silently curse the man in his head while answering back with a soft, practiced feminine tone.
“It was okay. I mean, it's not really me in there.” The voice Jack used for him was the result of coaching and hours of practice. Techniques of using his throat and manipulating his chest and posture very intentionally to reach the desired pitch and volume.

“It's you. Like I said, it's you if you were subjected to all the stuff that happened to Alexis in game. It shows that under pressure you crack.”

Jack bit his inner lip. “Under pressure of literal magic.”

“Magic and technology aren't too different. I could take you to a parlor and make you look just like Alexis with enough money.”

“Oh yeah, is that what you're saving up for?” Jack mocked.

“Watch your tone.”

“Sorry...” He looked down awkwardly. Even separated by miles and miles, Jack let Clovis walk all over him.

“It's fine. You're learning and you've been doing everything I asked you to, right?”

“As if.” Jack looked down shamefully. His arms had weakened due to an altered diet and a lack of physical training. He sat around most of the time playing O2O, so that certainly did not help. In contrast, due to cardio and targeted training his hips, rear and thighs were a bit more pronounced. It was an odd thing to look at in the mirror. He did not want to admit that he was following Clovis's instruction, but he justified actually doing it up until this point by rationalizing that it was so close to his usual routine. Jack had always regimented himself, he had just done it a bit differently lately.

“I got you something. It's a care package. Should have arrived already. We're gonna start going a bit harder since you're pretty receptive to this.”

“W-who's receptive? What the hell'd you send me?”

“Just check it.”