Fanfiction Fridays - Cyberpunk 2077: Hot And Heavy Heat Wave

It's time for another Fanfiction Friday, my pretties.

This week, I'm giving you a glimpse into my take on the world of Cyberpunk 2077. This story contains all original characters, but the world of the CD Projekt Red videogame (as well as some inspiration from the original tabletop roleplaying game) shines through.

This is actually the proof of concept I wrote for a client, which spun off into a much longer and grander story. If you all would like to see where these characters end up, let me know in the comments below.

This story contains the following: weight gain, stuffing, BBW, size difference, sex/feeding on camera, virtual reality, lesbian romance

Here's a sample for y'all~

"Yo, Night City, what's good? It's your girl Class Hacktion, keepin' it real on 98.7 Body Heat, the only station hot enough to match this damn summer.”

The towering megastructures of Night City are awash in the blazing amber of the setting sun; the scorching heat of the day still causing the concrete, steel, and glass to warp and twist with heat lines, making the massive metropolis out to be a mirage on the coast of the Pacific Ocean.

“We're talkin' 110 degrees 'til Friday, chooms. That’s when the acid rain advisory kicks in. Stay cool, or you'll be zeroed out faster than a cheap joytoy on payday.”

Deeper through the dizzying heights of the city, past the enormous corporate monoliths of the Arasaka and Militech buildings, awash with red and blue neons, is a newer block of buildings pressed up against old and crumbling high rise apartments and streets that are more graffiti than concrete.

Gentrification fighting against old city infrastructure; a giant of high end shopping plazas and expensive villas piercing the heart of the dragon that is old Japantown, dealing a killing blow.

The Westbrook District.

“Newsflash: The Mox and The Tombstoners are throwin' down in Westbrook, turnin' the border apartments into a warzone. If you don’t know your head from your ass, gonks, the Mox are an old booster gang out of Kabuki, packing katanas and Mac 10’s. Nasty business. The Tombstoners run all the primo ganja in Night City; bringing it up all the way from Neo-Jamaica. They’re the ones with the skulls for faces. NCPD and corpo sec are lockin' it down, so ditch the streets and hop the armored rail.”

The distant sound of gunfire fills the streets of Westbrook. Soft popping, like a car backfiring, or fireworks going off. Most in the neighborhood know to avoid it. Those who don’t…don’t last long.

“Now, let's crank up the pulsepumpin', libidoswellin' tunes to get your cyber~freak on tonight. Stay sweaty, Night City!"

The radio broadcast blared through the humid air as the track switched to a throbbing synth beat, vibrating the cracked windows of the Westbrook high-rise.