All characters depicted are 18+.

"Captain's log 69- niceeee. Oh right- Captain’s log. I've gone where no man has gone before. Yesterday, it was to a previously unexplored moon where I single-handedly saved the threatened people from evil lizard beings. And today, I discovered and explored a pair of big, gargantuan moons. Private Sally's moons that is, heh”.

The Captain smirks as he squeezes one of Sally's breasts. Private Sally winces, holding back a retort and disdainful look as she squirms. It is bad enough that she is forced to sit atop the Captain's lap while being fondled, it is so much worse listening to him go on and on about his “conquests”.

She looks up to distract herself. She can at least admire the vastness of space at times. Unfortunately, she is greeted by the image of a dumb space bimbo on the viewing glass.

She barely fits into a squeaky pink dress emblazoned with a heart on her chest. Every inch of her voluptuous body is on display, covered or not, due to the outfit’s tight material. The skirt on the dress is barely enough to keep her from flashing the Captain every time she moves, not that he dislikes it.

Sitting on the Captain's lap was barely tolerable compared to tottering atop her matching pink heeled boots. And then there was the matter of the dumb astronaut's helmet. It’s fortunately and unfortunately functional. It keeps her hair from floating around her eyes but it also makes an easier handle for the Captain to grab onto if he needs rear access to Sally’s…port. Additionally, Captain is always ready to deactivate the heart-shaped helmet when he needs “frontal” access.

Annoyed at her own visage, Sally fails to distract herself as the Captain begins to use both hands. "It's all fake anyway, aren't you the one who made this stupid game? Of course you always go around saving these mindless idiots ugh," she thinks. She grimaces again as the Captain shifts and feels something on her exposed rear.

"Hmm, seems like it might be time for a break from all my heroics, what do you say we go back to my quarters, Private?"

"O-of course my Captain...you d-deserve a big reward for beating all those scary monsters!" Sally blushes, knowing the consequences if she fails to appease the Captain at any time. The Captain grins as he stares down at his former bully, savoring the humiliation he is surely enduring.

    "What a perv you are, Jessie," says a voice behind him. Jessie moves to cover up his drawing, but it is snatched away from him. Sal, a former football player who towers over Jessie, is holding the drawing above Jessie's head.

"Damn Jessie, this some sort of space hentai? Of course this is the only way someone scrawny like you would be getting someone stacked like this," guffaws Sal as he throws the paper off to the side. Jessie blushes as he hears others laughing, rushing after the piece. Wiping off some dirt, he is satisfied that his drawing of a pink, busty space cadet is ok.

He doesn’t have many friends but Jessie likes to design and program. Specifically, he's been working on a space sim with a retro-futurism aesthetic, being a fan of old, hammy science fiction shows. He decides it’s time to go back home to get some peace, away from the community college where he and Sal are both enrolled.

Walking silently and alone, Jessie thinks about what Sal had said. Not just today, but pretty much every single time they run into each other. It’s been the same since before and after college. Sal constantly degrades him, never leaving him alone with his drawings, and embarrassing him in front of as many girls as he could. If only they knew what he'd been working on… it is sure to amaze everyone!

Arriving home, he walks down to his basement bedroom. Jessie turns on his PC. It isn't just any old PC, Jessie has re-engineered several pieces of VR tech in order to create the perfect simulated space adventure. Turning on his other equipment and placing his VR helmet on, he smiles as he gets to work saving the denizens of his virtual world.

Within this game, he is no mere, scrawny, ladyless dude. No, he is Captain Jessie. The brave, muscular, chiseled, manly man who is always able to get the girl. Whether it is a humanoid alien woman or a human damsel in distress, the Captain gets the job done. But there is something missing…

Every once in a while he thinks of how fun it would be to play with someone else, or have a real damsel in distress to save rather than an AI...

It did get him thinking about his next project...something which would revolutionize gaming but also would be a great way to get revenge. After several hours of lording over a hostile alien species, Jessie exits the game. He gets to work on another VR headset...only this one is meant for more than just VR.

    "I don't remember getting assigned to work on anything with your perverted ass Jessie...but I'm not going to risk failing this computer class. That means you better be ready to do the work!" Sal bonks Jessie on the back of his head as they walk back to his house. Jessie had convinced Sal that they were assigned to work on the same Computer Science class project as a pair.

Jessie knew that Sal was too dumb to know better, he'd be ready to get an easy A if it meant Jessie was doing the work. "Oh I'm ready to do some work, and you will be too...," he mutters under his breath as he leads Sal through his front door and then into the basement.

Spotting the VR headset conspicuously placed in the middle of the bedroom, Sal immediately doffs his bag and places it on his head. "Aw sweet, I bet you have tons of games loaded up on this thing. Turn this shit on! I'll keep myself entertained while you work on this project dorkwad," cackles Sal.

"Oh I will! Here, why don't you try this one?" Jessie smirks as he loads up the latest version of his space sim. He looks over to see the helmet powering up while Sal continues to grin. After a few seconds the grin fades…

"W-what the hell, why do I feel so weird- hey I can't see!" cries Sal as a bright light shines from the headset...and then he is gone. The VR headset falls to the ground as Jessie cheers in triumph. "It worked!" he yells excitedly as he runs to his computer screen.

Sure enough, on the screen is a new character creator with Sal's body loaded in. On screen, Sal looks incredibly confused as he tries to escape an invisible cylinder.

He begins to pound on the virtual walls as Jessie grins. "Ok, time to load up the textures for Private Sally..." With the click of a button, an audible gasp emanates from Jessie's speakers as the figure on-screen morphs into something shorter and curvier. A shiny pink dress is loaded immediately afterward as the figure attempts to hide their new assets.

Private Sally looks distraught as she teeters on too-high heels and her new center of gravity. Excitedly, Jessie confirms the new stats for his “companion”. “Strength is 0…dexterity is low, a bimbo needs to be clumsy after all…luck is low as well…can’t use weapons or access anything…” 

After watching Sally squirm for a good while, Jessie excitedly puts on his other VR helmet, loading up his virtual ship with Sally on board. Jessie is ready to have a damsel in distress…but also to get back at “Sally” for all the trouble she's caused him.

He is brought on board as Private Sally tumbles to her knees, looking up at the hunk of man that was Captain Jessie. “Well well well, those aren’t just any moons, huh Private Sally?”