[Jayne Greye]

The following is an excerpt from my new book co-authored with Jak Cratocles, entitled Virtual Reality Muscle. Available on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009561 and Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08636WQVT
Mark is a scientist who worships muscular women who dominate him in the bedroom. Afraid his fetish would turn him into a social pariah, Mark develops a VR simulation where his dreams can be made real. When Mark interviews and films authentically powerful and muscular women for the project, his plan is complicated by a relationship. Can simulations truly pave the way for a dominant reality?
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If I couldn’t entice a strong girlfriend who could overpower me in the real world, then I would create her in a virtual world. The technology was rapidly improving and with a little more work, maybe I could live a wholly realistic experience. I pulled on the goggles and switched on the muscular amazon I’d been developing. Athena looked incredibly realistic, but there was something that just didn’t feel right. Graphics designers call the experience the uncanny valley, describing how as a graphic figure approaches true reality, every little detail that is even slightly off becomes more jarring. Suddenly, it occurred to me that she could never be completely realistic without a more authentic three-dimensional model. Duh. It came on me so suddenly I was amazed I hadn’t thought of it before. The actor in the studio for our filming had been a dancer which I’d tried to surround with muscle for our warrior sequence. Her movements were fluid, but the virtual muscle quivered and looked a bit surreal with her movements. Why not invite a bodybuilder in to be a model? I could put an advertisement on some bodybuilding websites and even Craig’s list.

I wheezed with excitement as I nurtured the idea. I could have them over to the lab, film them and write it off as an expense. There would be an excuse to film her in various angles and I’d store the footage and be able to use it both for programming and my viewing pleasure. Better yet, I could finish setting up the mobile lab in my house and enjoy the women in the comfort of my own home. Days after posting, I had several inquiries regarding my offer. No, it wasn’t sexual, although I wished otherwise. Yes, they’d be paid half the money before the session began. It would take about ninety minutes and they should wear as little clothing as possible as they’d be wearing sensors attached to a body suit. If they weren’t muscular like a bodybuilder in near contest shape they shouldn’t apply. I brought several sizes of the suits home, one of them meant for men. If they were truly powerful they’d be wearing those. Long ago, my office had installed a small system in my living room. I cleared out the boxes and debris so my ‘dancer’ could parade around the room unimpeded.

As the hour approached, I grew more and more nervous. My breathing grew shallow and my pulse quickened. I went into the bathroom and rechecked my outfit. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was about what was technically a visit for work. The long sleeved white shirt and khaki pants I wore felt less like the attire appropriate for a work engagement and more like what an anxious kid getting ready for a first date would wear. I returned to the kitchen and took a shot of rum to calm my nerves; it didn’t help. The doorbell rang just as I set down my cup.

[Vince]

Hi Guys, I got the story and finished to read it, if you are interested, here’s what I think about it.

VR Muscle is another story by the author with depth and research, to bring it into a context similar to what we could experience in our daily lives. The realism really hits home for people who appreciate female muscle and gives legitimacy to the notion that the reader has hope with a muscular woman too.

The story is about Mark, a young software designer, specializing in Virtual Reality. The difference with his application of VR, is that he brings his favorite topic to the table, focusing on female muscle and those who fantasize about it.

Through the story, we get to learn how he balances his fetish with his work life. We also witness his personal struggles. Whereas Mark is highly successful with his career, his love life falls behind, partly due to his lack of understanding of his own feelings.

While narrating his life and the women in, we get to know a few of the notable ones who have power and physical size. My favorites include Elena, a buff and German woman, who unknowingly to him stole his heart a long time ago. He also meets Mia who he knew in high school and sees her explosion of muscle growth. Will Mark manage his feelings and understand his path in life? To know and also explore your own feelings, you should just read it. You won’t regret it.

[Jayne Greye]

Another quick Section from VR Muscle: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009561
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As my arousal flamed hotter and hotter and neared its crescendo under her expert tutelage, she laughed and suddenly let go. “Are you ready to play out my dare?” I took a second to reflect on what had just happened while my brain receptors cried for help on how to respond.

“Um, yeah. Did you decide what it’s going to be?” I finally managed.

“Well, I was thinking. Actually, I dare you to pretend to be an attacker, no, a burglar who is coming into my house and who sees me and wants to rape me.” She tapped her foot uncomfortably, which I thought was somewhat strange given the way she had just so forcefully manhandled me. Part of her seemed uncomfortable with how forceful she was being which led me to believe that, at least partly, she was doing this for me.

“Okay, I think that might be kinda fun. Just imagining you at my mercy will put you in your proper place.” I laughed. The idea was so silly, given how she had just humiliated me with what seemed to be a twitch of her fingers. “Did you want to start now?”

“Sure. Let me go in and turn out the lights to set the scene.” Elena sauntered seductively to the glass patio door and pulled it shut so hard it popped open remaining slightly ajar. She walked around shutting off the lights and then walked over to the couch and reclined on it. Even in the shadows, her muscularity remained exciting and intimidating; electric in every way. Her lithe athleticism held an unusual beauty and the power within her frame was overwhelming.

[Jayne Greye]

Here is another small section of Virtual Reality Muscle available at Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009561 and Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08636WQVT
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I mulled over how I would play my role and walked into the outdoor utility closet and found a crowbar. I wrapped my head in a towel to conceal my face, as if hiding my identity. Slipping into the house near where Elena lay on the couch, I fumbled around with the drawers and began to rustle things quietly. She remained still, feigning sleep, so I decided to up the ante by knocking over a cheap, ceramic flower vase my cousin had sent me. Good riddance, I thought, as it fell and shattered on the tile. I looked over at Elena, pretending to just notice her form.

Playing like she had been awakened by the noise, Elena covered her open mouth as if shocked, then stood up and revealed her majestic form. She had stripped completely. Her muscularity was intoxicating, yet intimidating and, while shocking on a woman, held unusual beauty. Her pecs quivered slightly in anger, causing her muscles to feather. She had long, full quad sweeps and her bunched hamstrings literally hung off her legs, while her diamond shaped calves were so striated they seemed surreal. Her abs were cobbled, as though her muscularity had been heightened by some kind of Hollywood muscle suit. She looked like she could take a full swing from my crowbar and laugh.

“L.. Look, lady, I’m not going to hurt you if you don’t do anything stupid.” I said waving my crowbar menacingly in front of her face. “Tell me where you keep your cash and jewelry, and nobody needs to get hurt.” I was so turned on by her muscularity and obvious physical superiority that my cock hardened and throbbed once more. She looked down and smiled, momentarily dropping her character while she looked at the tent formed in my pants.

Regaining my poise, I waved the crowbar again, just inches from her. “Now, get me those things,” I demanded, “or I will have to hurt you and fuck you like the helpless wench you are.” I stifled a laugh. The idea that I could do anything to her she didn’t want, even if I was holding a weapon and she was unarmed, was ludicrous.

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