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  • A Life Worth Stealing

    Adventure by Kodzul · 02 Jan 2026
  • You and your new wife Kimmy have the perfect lives - newly wed, good jobs, living in a nice house in a good area. It’s no wonder someone wanted to take it from you.

    Ignorant of the dark magics and mad sciences of the world, you and Kimmy live the perfect, picturesque lives of a young suburban couple. But behind the scenes there are many who want to take those lives from you - either for themselves, or to tear you down.

    CHARACTERS
    Alex - You. Just an average guy, but with a gorgeous new wife and a good job as an accountant for shady technology company Verastill. 6’0 tall with some muscle definition, short cropped black hair.
    Kimmy - Your new half-Asian 27 year old wife, a yoga instructor and part time cooking streamer. 5’7 toned body, brunette hair, C-cup breasts.
    Susan - Kimmy’s 49 year old Asian mother and stay at home wife. She’s always been flirtatious with you, you think just to bring some excitement to the boredom of her own life. 5’4 chubby body, greying black hair, E-cup breasts.
    Sheryl - Your 23 year old coworker, a huge nerd and scientist at Verastill. She is always seeking to push the boundaries of science. 5’5 fat body, long red hair, glasses, braces, C-cup breasts.
    Kristy - Your 40 year old latina neighbour, a former stripper turned trophy wife married to a shady man who works in ‘shipping’. She’s nice to you, but Kimmy swears she gives her strange looks sometimes. 5’2 fit body with lip fillers and plastic surgery to enhance both her already sizeable butt and chest, dyed blonde hair, fake F-cup breasts.
    Connor - Your best friend, 30 years old but unemployed. A bit of a stoner. He’s always been there for you, though, and for Kimmy. 5’10 out of shape body, tussled red hair.
    Lila - Your ex, a 28 year old goth who sells crystals and dreamcatchers online alongside fake curses and hexes. You broke up with her, and you don’t think she’s ever really gotten over it. 4’11 with a petite body, very short black hair dyed purple, and A-cup breasts.
    Tris - A 22 year old black prostitute you pass dropping Kimmy off for work and picking her up sometimes. She has propositioned you in the past, and though you’ve never accepted you often feel sorry for her. 5’6 with a slightly out of shape body, black braided hair, and D-cup breasts.

    SETTING & WORLD
    To you, the world is normal. The definition of ordinary. But behind the scenes witches practice black magic, evil corporations develop ethically questionable technology, ghosts hijack the bodies of the living, and cursed magic items warp reality without anyone knowing anything has changed.

    You wake to the warm, familiar weight of your wife's arm draped over your chest. Sunlight filters through the blinds, painting stripes across Kimmy's sleeping face. She looks peaceful, beautiful. Her brunette hair is splayed across the pillow, and her toned, yoga-instructor’s body is curled against yours beneath the sheets. For a moment, everything is perfect.

    Then your phone buzzes on the nightstand. It’s a work email from Verastill. Urgent: Quarterly financial anomalies require immediate review. Report to the lab annex for a briefing with R&D at 9 AM sharp. - Management

    You groan softly. It’s Saturday. Kimmy stirs, her brown eyes fluttering open. "Morning, handsome," she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. She stretches, the sheet slipping down to reveal the curve of her C-cup breast. "What’s wrong?"

    "Work," you grunt, sitting up. "Some emergency. I have to go in."

    Kimmy pouts, but it’s playful. "On our first free weekend in a month? Tell them no."

    "You know I can’t. It’s Verastill. They don’t ask."

    She sighs, rolling over to face you. "Fine. But you owe me. Big time. I was thinking we could try that new recipe for the stream tonight. You could be my taste-tester." She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye. You know what that usually leads to—a flour fight in the kitchen, then her pressing you against the countertop. The thought is appealing.

    You get out of bed and head to the shower. As the hot water hits you, you think about your life. It’s good. Great, even. A beautiful wife, a nice house in a quiet suburb, a job that pays well even if the company is a little… shady. You’ve heard whispers about the things Verastill’s R&D department gets up to, but you’re just an accountant. You crunch numbers. What do you care if some of those numbers are for projects labeled “Ethereal Resonance” or “Cognitive Transference”?

    Dressed in casual Saturday clothes—jeans and a t-shirt—you kiss Kimmy goodbye. She’s already in her yoga gear, unrolling a mat in the living room. "Don’t be late for dinner," she calls after you. "Mom’s coming over!"

    Right. Susan. Your mother-in-law. The woman who always finds a way to brush her hand against your arm or ‘accidentally’ bend over in front of you. You feel a familiar, guilty stir at the thought. She’s almost fifty, but there’s something about her… the way her full E-cup breasts strain against her conservative blouses, the knowing look in her eyes. You shake your head. Not appropriate, you remind yourself. She’s Kimmy’s mom.

    The drive to Verastill is short. The lab annex is a separate, windowless building behind the main corporate headquarters. You badge in, the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallway echoing with your footsteps. You’re expecting a conference room, but the email directed you to Lab 7.

    You push the door open.

    Inside, it looks less like a lab and more like a futuristic spa crossed with a sci-fi movie set. In the center of the room is a large, cylindrical pod made of gleaming white plastic and glass, wires snaking from it to banks of humming computers. Standing beside it, peering at a tablet, is your coworker Sheryl.

    She jumps when you enter, nearly dropping the tablet. "Oh! You’re here. Good. Early." She pushes her glasses up her nose. Her long red hair is tied in a messy bun, and she’s wearing a stained lab coat over a Star Trek t-shirt. Her braces glint under the lights as she talks. "I, uh, I didn’t think they’d actually send you. This is… kind of a prototype. The financial review is just a cover."

    "What are you talking about, Sheryl?" You look around. The room is empty except for the two of you and the strange machine.

    "It’s the VR immersion project. Fully neural integration. We can upload a consciousness, store it, even… transfer it." She says the last part quietly, almost guiltily. "The board wants a full cost-benefit analysis before we proceed to human trials. I need someone to… observe. From the inside. To experience the baseline so we have data to compare the test subjects to later."

    She gestures to the headset. "It’s perfectly safe. I’ve run it on myself a dozen times. You just put on the headset, it does a quick scan, and you’re out in five minutes. It feels like a dream. Then we get a perfect map of your cognitive patterns. For accounting."

    Something feels off. Sheryl is avoiding your eyes. Her hands are shaking slightly. You’ve known Sheryl for years. She’s a brilliant scientist, but a terrible liar. And you remember Kimmy mentioning once, after a company barbecue, that she thought Sheryl was "kind of cute." You’d laughed it off.

    "Do I have a choice?" you ask.

    Sheryl bites her lip. "Management was very insistent. They said if you value your position…" She trails off. "Look, it’s five minutes. What’s the worst that could happen?"

    What do you do?

    Quick Actions:
    1. Agree to get in the headset. It's just five minutes, and you can't risk your job.
    2. Refuse. This feels wrong, and you don’t want to risk getting involved with any weird tech when you have a meal with Kimmy and Susan later.
    3. Before you can give you answer, your phone buzzes with a text that is guaranteed to pull you away from the lab.
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