He just looked so cute trying to keep up.
All nervous, fumbling his café role in the sim.
Lily thought itâd be sweet to send him a little XPâjust a tip.
A kindness.
But her interface was lagging.
The button didnât respond at first.
So she clicked it again.
And again.
And again.
Until the screen stuttered, the color went pink,
and his mic filled with the sound of wet, involuntary moans.
âW-waitâhhnngâs-somethingâs wrongâ!â
The system didnât agree.
It just popped up the words:
XP RECEIVED. BODYMOD QUEUE CONFIRMED.
Lily gasped, but didnât stop.
She spammed it like a total noobâsmiling, panicking, loving it.
His body rippled. His shorts stretched.
His moans slipped into something higher, breathier, hungrier.
Every click rewrote a cell.
Every ping added weight to his tits, fat to his thighs, blush to his cheeks.
Until he wasnât in the cafĂ© anymore.
He wasnât even logged in.
He was kneeling in waterâskin blue, tits swaying, mouth open.
A Wood Elf NPC. Waiting to serve.
Waiting to moan again.
NPC BIMBOFICATION: COMPLETE
And behind the pink curtain of her glitching UI,
Lily just tilted her head and whispered:
ââŠoopsii~â