so a bit out of my wheelhouse, but someone requested a short commission on the cheap. It involves a guy who gets a new video game, goes to bed, and wakes up in the exaggerated female character he made the night before. He ended up getting sequels done, so the two parts here actually contains some fighting, if exaggerated and comical and not 100% the focus. still, fun stuff to read and write, so enjoy!
David had enjoyed the game from minute one. Hot Cats was a random find in the used games section, looking like it was returned (if not thrown away) a few times over. It sported a sexy woman in a lot of latex and big hair like some kind of 90s dominatrix, so David snatched it up quickly. It would at least make for some cheap fap bait, he figured; something like Rumble Roses or Dead or Alive, or one of those other games where you could play with one hand and didn't care if you lost.
He'd spent all night in his one-bedroom apartment on the character customization alone. The Male section was clearly neglected and not what David was after anyway. It was every bit as trashy as he'd hoped. Nothing in the clothing section wasn't tight or skimpy. The bust had all sorts of detail to its settings (maximum size and maxed out jiggle, of course). The voice clips were all feminine grunts and moans he expected more from a hentai heroine than a fighter... if that's even what this girl was supposed to be. Even the back of the box wasn't very helpful about what the game was about, besides "adventures across the dangerous city of New Pork."
He was up much later than usual toying with his future character. "Krystal Kaverne" had been his favorite of the randomized names, and he'd made her out as a sort of veteran dominatrix, or maybe a matron of a kinky brothel. He set her at 42 with huge wobbly tits, big fuckable lips, round hips and long legs ending in high heeled boots. Everything was black on her as if she were every bit a dominatrix as she was a supervillain or piece of G.I. Joe eyecandy. Big black hair, black latex corset, black thong bottom, and thick black lipstick over her thick lips.
Dave finally had to crash. He saved his last few hours of work and switched it off once he was sure it was secured. He didn't want to spoil himself on the "deep storyline" until he was ready to commit to it. He flopped into his bed, unaware that he would not wake up in it.
A police siren brought him out of his sleep. He shot up out of bed, throwing off the sheets and seeing the flashing lights rushing away down a city street into the distance. His eyes were still a bit blurry, and his chest ached. It was still dark out, and he wasn't used to police activity in the area. Despite his small apartment, he lived in a pretty good neighborhood. Then again, it looked like there was some smoke coming from some of the buildings outside...
And several shady characters loitering outside.
Annnnd a big-titted ninja jumping across the rooftops.
Things were absolutely wrong. As soon he got up, he noticed how awkward his footing was. He had to grab the dressed for balance, where his hand caught onto a massive bra. Once his feet felt stable, he looked around for who it belonged to. Nobody else was there, if you didn't count the loud music playing from downstairs. He wouldn't have pinned the old couple that lived there as heavy metal fans, but then again, this was clearly not his apartment. A big but outdated tv, a massive blood-red wardrobe, lots of discarded womens' clothes on the floor (slutty lingerie, and more giant bras and thongs, mostly), and a huge, full body mirror... that showed a black-haired, huge-titted cougar.
David gasped and turned around to see if she was behind him. He almost fell again, finding his solid build to be not what he remembered. He looked at his feet and saw the thigh-high, stiletto heeled boots he'd picked for his character. He gawked and touched his face. Soft skin with the faintest of wrinkles. Big pouty lips. He swallowed hard and lowered his hands. He had the biggest tits he had ever seen on a real human, looking like two beach balls tucked into a black corset. He stopped when he was surprised at how good that felt. They weren't just big, but sensitive.
He hesitantly stepped up to the mirror again. He was the same exaggeratedly sexy woman he'd made last night. There was a pinging noise over his head, and several familiar buttons appeared next to the mirror.
"Press X to rotate. Press O to cancel."
"Oh fuck, I'm in a video game," he muttered, but it came out in the throaty, smokey voice of Krystal through his new pouty lips. It wasn't horror that came as his first reaction, but arousal. Damn, did he have a sexy voice. He turned around, keeping his eyes locked on the mirror as he looked over his killer (if borderline cartoonish) curves. He looked good for a 40-year-old cougar. The heels were one thing, he discovered as he circled around carefully, but the body was another. It responded like his own, but everything was so different. His center of gravity was nowhere near where he was remembered it, and the fat and muscle on this body was wildly different placed than his own.
He ran his hands up his sides, feeling up his newly formed body. His hips and chest tensed when his hands grew close to them, a startling but not wholly unpleasant new sensation. He turned to check out his round ass; somewhere between bubble and badonkadonk, so a bit more than a handful. He chuckled quietly, but found it unsettling coming out of such a sexy body. People wouldn't buy that, and he didn't know how long he'd be in this game and this body. He tried a giggle, and it came out far higher and sexier than he'd planned. He smiled at the pleasant feeling of being turned on by his own body, and gave his latex-wrapped booty a smack. The smooth and clear slapping noise felt immensely satisfying, announcing the jiggle of the body's bottom. It all sent a tingle up his crotch, and not the kind of crotch her was used to. He smiled and face the mirror to lean far forward, letting his breasts hang and form a deep canyon of cleavage before he shook his shoulders side to side, letting them wobble around like crazy.
He took a deep breath to try steadying himself, only to find that this stretched out his tight costume and pressed his huge beach ball tits out even further. There was no avoiding this, he told himself. A prompt appeared by the mirror: “Press R1 to crouch!” He ignored it since there was no apparent buttons to speak of.
Instead, he just squatted down, carefully settling his round ass on the floor. The thong back left his bare cheeks on the ground, the feminine flesh flattening out a bit against the carpet. He spread out his soft, motherly thighs, giving off a feminine gasp as the snug, rubbery bottom of his outfit buried itself partly up inside his newly formed pussy. His mind wasn't quite able to keep up with the idea that this was him, so the sight of a big-titted milf wearing S&M gear was still arousing him, even if it was just looking at himself.
He smiled at the mirror, seeing what he would have called "dick-sucking lips" part slightly at the gesture. He cleared his throat testingly, even if it came out in the husky, seductive female tone already. "Hey there, sexy," the mirror seemed to reply as he spoke to it. That sexy voice again. He didn't have any boner to get from it, but he felt his excited pussy's muscles tense a bit.
He reached down and stroked his hand over the leathery bottoms, massaging his crotch through it. He brought his other hand up to cup one of his magnificent tits, bouncing it in his hand and pleased to feel just how soft and jiggly it was compared to how huge and heavy it looked. "Hey there, handsome," he tried again. There was that same confusing and exciting shock through his system; his male mind commanding the sexy woman, her responding perfectly, and then the arousal of that male mind entering his female body.
He bit one of his thick lips, and the cycle went on. Seeing himself aroused just made himself aroused. A throaty moan escaped him, the lusty grunt of a horny and experienced female lover. He spread his legs a bit further, finding the soft body far more flexible than he'd expect from his own by some mix of female anatomy and video game physics. He couldn't think of a single female videogame character who couldn't do a perfect split, after all.
One hand pulled aside his latex panties, the long and crimson nails gently pricking against the sensitive skin as he bared his pussy to himself. He let out another womanly moan as he saw the thick, fleshy folds and couldn't help but touch them. The heels of his boots dug into the carpet as the shocking rush of heat went up from his new privates and up through his belly. He took his time rubbing over the neatly trimmed bush and the outer lips, but he found his fingers inevitably drawn inside himself.
The visceral sense of all the warmth and wetness around his fingers mixed with all the sensitive flesh being stroked, making him throw his head back and give a soft grunt. His hips bucked forward, greedily taking more of the fingers inside him. He winced and adjusted himself to make room for the long nails as they pricked his sensitive insides. "Easy, big boy," he panted in Crystal's voice, his mind a haze of lust and confusion that left him as one horny mess. He could only think to keep masturbating, pumping his fingers more rapidly inside himself as he watched the eager fingering in the mirror. He cupped one of his breasts, licking his lips before he slid it clumsily from his top. He saw how heavily it bounced free, pulling it up as far as he could. Just as he expected, the hard nipple reached his full lips, so he wiggled his delicate tongue over the tip.
His hips pumped forward again at the next new sensation. All these new erogenous zones were overwhelming him, and his girlish moans blew hot air over his hard nipple. "Who's a dirty girl?" he whispered to the mirror, sounding just like the sample line from the character menu. He felt his new clitoris budding inside him, and his fingers were quickly learning where to place themselves and just how much pressure to put on the tender little growth to make him feel like it was about to explode.
Until it did. His pussy tightened around his fingers and he arched his back, giving a huge, drawn out moan as his whole body shook. His womanhood emptied itself over his fingers in a quick, hot current of juices that squirted over on his hand and fingers. He stared at his panting form, one breast out with the nipple against his lips and his eyes half-lidded. He was still catching his breath when he curiously raised his fingers to his face and licked the two clean of the mildly sweet cream.
An electronic ping came from overhead, and he glanced higher on the mirror where a little text box had appeared. "Achievement unlocked! 'Narcissus."
"Oh, get off my fucking back," Dave purred contently, letting his snug bottoms slide back into place. He winced and jumped as he learned just how tender it was down there after the intense period of "me time," regretting letting it go so suddenly. He fixed his hair as best he could, though it was far from his expertise. "Well, fuck me," David sighed into the mirror, making his breasts rise and fall. "Now what am I supposed to do with all this?"
David walked Krystal's body around the house a bit. He wasn't hungry, and he wondered if he ever would be in the world of "Hot Cats." It didn't seem the kind of game that would give you a Hunger Meter or anything, since you only ever really saw characters eat anything if they were beat up. He tried to open the front door, but it didn't budge. "I'm not ready yet," he observed out loud in his sultry, milfy voice. He was certainly talking to himself more since he got the new body. Maybe it was video game logic infecting his mind. Or maybe he just liked the sound of his own seductive voice in his weirdly masturbatory way.
He poked around the room a while more, figuring there was some kind of key or clue around. He found a ton of kinky clothes in his wardrobe, a few porno DVDs with various stars of various ages, and a few dollars in a dresser drawer that he stuck down his cleavage (the latex wasn't big on pockets). Finally he opened a notebook labeled "Schedule" and flipped through it. It immediately fell open to today's date and showed "Work: 10pm" and an address scrawled out on the page. He glanced up at the clock and saw it was 9:30, and judging by how dark it was out, he has to assume the pm part was implied.
"Damn. I better not be late," he muttered, and a rewarding little pinging noise overhead told him he had done good. Sure enough, he went back to the door of his lush apartment and the handle turned this time, letting him step out.
It was a quick walk down a few stairs before he was outside. Thankfully, David had practiced enough in the apartment that his ridiculous heels weren't hindering him too terribly. It was like walking on stilts all the time, and he could feel his exaggerated milfy booty bounce and wiggle a little with every step.
The city was something of a thriving dump. There were dumpsters all over, spraypaint somewhere on almost every building, obnoxiously generic and outdated rock and rap music playing out of the windows high above. He saw mohawked men in biker jackets and bright-haired women in skimpy jean shorts (or at most, a sexy business suit). Passing characters muttered a quick "Hey there" without breaking stride, though the males seemed to stare a bit longer as he walked by.
A grizzled-looking man sat behind a hotdog stand patiently, despite all the apathetic passerby utterly ignoring him. A thick beard and shaggy hair not only concealed his eyes and mouth (probably to save on animation costs), but made his cleanliness of his wares pretty questionable. "Getch’er dogs here!" he called specifically to Krystal as if she were the only woman in the world. "A Pork Buck for a Health Dog. 3 bucks for a Power Dog. 4 bucks for an Ultra Dog," he grumbled. David just gave him a strange look and kept walking. The man didn't budge. He saw a little red arrow appear in the corner of his eye that moved to follow the vendor's location, but he waved at it a few times until it went away.
As he turned one corner, he saw about a half dozen of the thuggish looking men and women on the next street. Fortunately, two of them were distracted. Unfortunately, they were busy vigorously fucking a woman over a dumpster. She would have assumed it was rape, given how the woman was in relatively plain clothes of a skirt and blouse (both of which were lifted up to expose the important bits), but she was smiling and thrusting back at their aggressive advances. It WAS rated M, he recalled. Of course it would have hentai elements.
"Ohhh, please hurry~!" the molested woman moaned. "I have to get to my job down at the Cash Corp office!" The last word almost rang in Daniel's ear. He was starting to get a grasp on the meta of the game going on, and he figured that must have been a "red text" moment.
"Hey there, doll!" one of the punks crowed in a gravely voice as he turned to face Krystal's shapely form (and technically, Daniel). "Lookin' for some company? I'm sure we can find a fun way to use that pretty face of yours!"
Daniel's expression soured. It was a scene where he might have lost on purpose since it was this early in the game, just to see what happened, but he wasn't as keen on the idea when he was inside the body. His heart did seem to pick up its pace a bit though, implying his body wouldn't mind. Yea, it was THAT kind of game...
"I don't have time for this," the thickly feminine voice replied. He moved to cross the street when the punk shouted after her. "Hey! Don't you walk away from me! This is Big Bangers territory, and if you ain't careful...!" The punk produced a pistol that was painted bright orange for some reason. "You're gonna go out with a bang!"
Daniel was a gamer long enough in his life to know his options here; Fight, Run, or Talk. He turned to try to run past them, but he bounced off of... something. "Ow! Damn invisible walls!" Krystal cursed, rubbing her nose as Daniel froze when he heard a gunshot ring out.
"UHNN!" Well that was unexpected... Krystal gave a rather erotic moan as he recoiled, but he didn't even lose his footing. A small red meter flashed above his eyes revealing a small chunk of it missing. His health bar, apparently, but it looked like getting shot was just a slap on the wrist in this world. He even checked, and his clothes weren't even scuffed, let along bloody.
"C'mon! Let's get her!" The punk waved a hand and the remaining four thugs charged at Daniel.
"Okay, you don't want to listen? Then let's do this," he growled, a bit more sensually than he meant to. He turned around to face what he hoped was just a tutorial fight. The first punk came at her with a baseball bat and gave a big swing, smacking right into Krystal's massive tits. They bounced around wildly in David's latex top, but stayed firmly inside. The meter flashed again, and he moaned out rather lustily as he felt his nipples get hard under his top rather than bruise or bleed. He had to crack a smile despite the brief surge of pain when he saw that the bat did exactly as much damage as the gun.
But as curious and experimental as he could be with his games, David was less keen to learn what happened to him if Krystal died. He threw a kick into the bat thug's crotch, hitting hard enough to lift him off his feet for a moment before he touched down and comically doubled over. David wasn't sure how well Krystal would be able to throw a punch, so he decided to backhand the thug instead. His head whipped aside, letting him slap back and forth a few times with the same hand before one spun him all the way around. Stars spun over his head, and a sudden list ran down the side of David's vision.
"Headscissor. The Boob Job. Street Splitter. The Jackhammer. Give Em A Hand. Motorboat Slam. Bitch Breaker. Amazon Position. Booty Bash."
It was a move list! Now they were onto something!
He tried darting his eyes or tapping a finger on it, but when the menu didn't respond, he figured it wanted a vocal cue. "How about a little motorboat, baby?" he cooed, and it was suddenly like he was Neo in some kind of filthy, hilariously outdated Matrix. He didn't know kung fu, but he knew sexy combat.
David grabbed the first thug around the waist as if he were going to suplex him, but instead hugged his face into his massive tits. The thug let out a pathetic, muffled grunt before David shook his shoulders, making the giant tits slam into his face on either side over and over. His head bounced like a ping pong ball between them, and David only stopped to jump into the air and body slam him to the pavement. His giant jugs squashed and spread out across his chest, but flattened the punk's face into the pavement, apparently hard enough to leave a few large cracks in the concrete.
"Who's next?" David cooed as he stood back up to his full height, casually brushing the hair back over his shoulder and cupping his mammoth, fleshy weapons. "There's plenty to go around."
David took out the rest of the thugs with relative ease. The one with the gun fired again, but David found that when he was looking, he aimed very slowly and clumsily. A simple last minute sidestep let him dodge easily. David lifted a long leg and kicked him in the gut, with the gunman taking even less hits than his buddy. The menu popped up again and he called out "Street Splitter!" He was starting to get into the fun of it now that he wasn't getting shot and beaten.
His long legs spread out into a perfect split, dropping until the insides of his juicy thighs pressed against the sidewalk. He wound up a moment before a barrage of punches pummeled the shooter thug's stomach for several seconds straight. With the goon bent over double, he stood back up and stroked his face. "Poor baby," he purred in his lusty voice before he delivered one more punch that send him flying across the road. He grinned proudly, his freshly stretched crotch still tingling from the brush with the pavement.
A thin but busty young woman with shaved head and a knife came at her with a burlier thug wearing a bandana beside her. David dodged back from the bigger brute's sluggish swing, but the faster girl got in a swipe with her knife. There was the flash of the meter and a small spray of blood across his chest.
"Watch the tits, you little bitch!" David snapped haughtily, rub a quick rub at his chest confirmed there was no real blood or damage done, just like the gun. The knife girl took another jab at her, but David swung his hips to one side, dodging the blade and grabbing her wrist. He shoved his big hips back into the bladed bitch's stomach and knocking the wind out of her. He hardly had to see the menu when he chose his next one, saving it for the one girl in the group. The brute reached them before he could start, but he hung back as if patiently letting Krystal complete the animation for her finisher.
"Nice Boob Job, skank," David taunted, suddenly zipping behind the girl faster than she could turn around. He dug his painted nails into her chest, getting a cry of what sounded like humiliated arousal from the bald girl. His own breasts pushed over her shoulders, squeezing around her cheeks as he painfully pulled and swung the punk around by her own sizeable tits (no Krystal beach balls, but more like small watermelons). He finally released her with one hand to reach between her legs, grab her crotch through her tight short shorts, and scoop her up before bouncing her body off the pavement.
David was able to hit and run with the big guy easily enough, pelting him with kicks and slaps. It took more than the rest, but soon he was slapped silly and standing groggily in place. "Booty Bash!"
David turned away from him, writhing in a sensual dance while he bumped and ground back against the muscular mugger, though clearly too hard for his own good. The slam of David's hips hit him with the force of punches, finally wiggling his hips and then leaping back as hard as he could. His curvy butt hit like a missile and sandwiched the oaf between his cheeks and the brick wall.
She looked over at the last two and the woman they were having sex with, but neither of the three had seemed the least bit distracted by the sexualized wrestling and gunfire. They were still going at it, moaning like a couple of virgins in college. David rolled his eyes and started to walk off, but a noisy crash hit his ears. He turned around to find one more enemy, a scarred and dark-skinned man even bigger than the brute mook. He still had dust and rubble falling off him from the man-shaped hole in the wall he'd come out of from the nearby building. He wore a muscle shirt and some jeans over big combat boots. Definitely a heavy hitter.
"What do you think you're doing messing with The Big Bangers? Those were my boys!" he boomed in an echoing baritone.
"Even the girl? Was she your 'boy?" David sneered back, feeling confident after his little "killstreak."
"ESPECIALLY the girl!" the big one bellowed.
One of the two gangbanging the horny woman called over his shoulder. "You get em, Raze!" he laughed before turning back to kiss the woman hungrily. A few people even walked by the opposite sidewalk, not even looking up at the scene of sex and violence. "Welcome to New Pork," one of them muttered lazily.
The biggest of the thugs, apparently Raze, reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a green aluminum can with a radioactive symbol on it. He cracked it open and gulped it down in one go, David too confused by the action to consider the implications. Even then, he didn't expect the man to get even bigger from a radioactive soda... his skin sprouted thick fur over his arms, and claws from his fingers. His shoulders grew thicker and wider and he grew up to 8 feet tall, drooling slowly from one side of misshapen jaw. "It's go time, slut!" he semi-literally barked at her, his voice deeper and more warped than before.
He stomped towards David, who quickly shouted out. "Headscissor!"
A little message flashed at the bottom of his view: "This enemy is too strong to use a Finisher yet."
"Well shit. Now you tell me," David hissed in his throaty feminine voice. The approaching beastman made him hurry to meet its charge, assuming escape was not an option this time either. He threw a few punches into its chest, sinking into a few times but bouncing back like he was made of leather. He didn't even flinch from the blows.
Raze backhanded a huge paw into him, striking him across his pretty face and sending him flying back until he crashed into a few garbage cans. They flew in all directions, raining a bit of wet paper and other questionable garbage on top of his otherwise hypersexual body. He hurried to get up, groaning as he saw that he had less than half his health bar left. He hit like a truck!
"Not good," he moaned, a drunken sort of slur in his voice. He pulled a banana peel out from between his now-slimy breasts, a sensation he never thought he would feel. His body tingled from the feeling enough that he rubbed one of his breasts sensually, but his mind worked to push that away. Krystal had some weird fight or flight instincts programmed into her.
"I'm gonna squeal, you old cow," Raze snarled, stomping his way over as he uprooted a parking meter. David took a deep breath for courage, puffing up his latex-wrapped breasts before he charged in. He tried to hit and run the wolfman like the did the strong thug character, diving into a jump kick. It bounced him back to his feet, even if he stumbled a bit to compensate for his bubble butt and hooker heels. Raze lifted a giant fist (possibly the only ones big enough to palm one of Krystal's breasts, oddly enough) and smashed it down at him. David tried to leap back, but underestimated Raze's ridiculous reach. Another hard hit connected, throwing him off his feet as the ground shook from the blow. He writhed and moaned on the ground, his hips bucking from the pain for... any number of reasons, at this point. The phrase "bad end" crossed David's mind, and perhaps the other office woman was supposed to be a warning of what happened if he lost this fight.
"No way," he moaned, once again more for sexually than he meant. "I gotta... gotta get outta here!" He remembered the apartment. It was safe and locked up there. Maybe he could go back, heal, save... something! He turned tail and ran as fast as his long legs and heeled boots would let him, and fortunately, no invisible walls stopped his retreat.
Of course, they didn't stop Raze either. He was slower than her, but he was keeping David in his sights, grunting and stomping noisily the whole way. "Where you runnin', bitch?!" he boomed, but he seemed to carefully step over any random citizens as he strictly focused on his opponent/victim. David wasn't even sure if he had hurt him or if he just didn't have any flinching animations.
"Getch’er dogs here! A Pork Buck for a Health Dog..."
The hotdog salesman! David ran up to him frantically, leaning on the cart and catching his breath. The vendor went on with his monotonous sales pitch anyway.
"I'll take one!" he declared.
"What're ya havin', little lady?" muttered the stone-faced and shaggy old man. Raze turned the corner after her, but stopped in his tracks. Of course he couldn't interrupt a dialogue box. Not in this style of a game.
"I, uh..." She looked over the three (and exactly three) hotdogs on his cart, lined with more and more toppings as he went down the line. David looked into the reflective surface of the aluminum cart, seeing his big hair a mess and some sweat running down his almost spherical breasts. It was no time to be stingy. She pointed at the bigger, more expensive one. "Give me the works!"
"The Ultra Dog is four Pork Dollars. Are you Sure?" he grumbled.
"Yes, fine. Here," he blurted, reaching in between his breasts and fishing out a few bills from his dresser (it took a few seconds of looking for how much their was in there). They all had the winking heads of pigs on the front.
"Enjoy," he grunted as he set the dog onto a plate and handed it over. He eyed up Raze, who paced in a small space at the end of the street. He didn't know how long he'd have between the dialogue and the monster attacking, so he decided to eat fast. Lucky for him, Krystal had quite the appetite. The jumbo hotdog slid deep and neatly into her mouth, and she finished it in two big, deepthroating bites.
He swallowed it and sighed contently. He didn't feel any more full in his stomach, but the his health bar filled back up and turned green. He hoped that was good. It was an expensive hotdog...
Raze started towards David again as he took another steadying breath. His bust seemed to puff up even more than ever as he dug his pointed heels into the ground and charged back at it. The beastman swung a loping arm at him, but he raised her arms to try to shield his face. There was a quick flash, but no health meter appeared to indicate any damage was done. Whatever the dog did, he suddenly had a chance!
David grabbed Raze's arm, attempting to use it to pull him closer, but was shocked when the giant mutant was hurled a good twenty yards down the road. He crashed into a car, causing it to explode and caught the monstrous thug on fire. Somehow, a wad of Pork Bucks fell out of the flaming wreckage unharmed, but Raze lumbered back to his feet unsteadily. David quickly pressed the attack, rushing in and swinging wildly. While his punches and slaps didn't move any quicker, he was still beating the crap out of the beastly Raze, knocking him silly with every little hit. He even stepped on his giant toes (which had exploded out of his boots by now) and got him to yelp in pain.
By the time Raze was flashing red, David knew he had this in the bag. He uprooted a fire hydrant with one sharp pull, letting the sludgy water spray up around the hole while he swung it like a half-ton club. It smashed into pieces over Raze's head, letting him fall on his ass with his head lolling cartoonishly. The menu bar came back up with his moveset, and he knew it was his time to shine.
His curiosity got the best of him and called out the Bitch Breaker. With his still insane strength buff, he grabbed Raze by the head and forced him over Krystal's knee. It must have been a hilarious sight for anyone watching to see the curvy cougar bend a 9-foot monster over her knee and start to spank it like a child. Raze twitched and jolted with each smack on his muscular ass, and it was only then that David realized that the position put his powerful arm right between his thighs.
"Mmmmm! There's a good boy!" he moaned, unable to keep his body from celebrating his first boss fight. It ground against his flexing arm, both trapping him in place and pleasuring himself as his snugly outfitted crotch rubbed on the hard spot. His breathing grew heavier as his breasts bounced, slapping against Raze's back in their excited little dance. David bit his thick lip in excitement. "That's a very dirty boy!" he moaned, just before he felt his second female orgasm rock through his body. He let out a shrill cry as his hand smacked once more onto Raze's upraised ass, hitting so hard with his orgasmic bliss that it rocketed the mutant thug over the skyscrapers until he vanished into the horizon.
David took a moment to rub himself down, getting the last of the orgasm out of his system. Another little message popped up in the corner of his view: "Achievement unlocked! Climactic Finish!"
He smirked at his triumph, going over and picking up the neatly stacked bundle of Pork Bucks. "Not a bad start to the day," he smirked, starting back down the road as he counted up his money. By the time he turned the same corner, the punks were gone, but the woman was pulling her panties back on under her skirt. She looked up blankly for a moment, but then waved. "Hi, Krystal! On your way to the office too?"
Krystal looked over the woman he just saw being plowed against a wall a few minutes ago. Straight blonde hair, a simple black blouse, and a short matching skirt over stockings and heels. "Yea, of course," David bluffed with one of his sexy smiles.
"Great! The boss will bite my head off if I'm late again. It's not my fault there's all this 'traffic." The bubbly blonde shrugged and fastened a little pin with a nametag on the edge of her cleavage. "Goldie" was her name, apparently. It seemed to match the ditzy girl; blonde, bright, and a name you could just as easily give to a stripper or a dog.
"Well let's get right there, then huh?" David put on another of Krystal's seductive smiles, starting to step off when he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Uh oh. Uhh... which way to the... uh..." David held his stomach, and Goldie just smiled.
"Gotta go, huh? I tell ya, those Ultra Dogs go right through you. No wonder it only lasts a minute. Try the Upgrade Emporium. They're open all hours of the day."
"Thanks, Gold! Be right back!" he blurted, hurrying off to learn one more thing about how to handle Krystal's body... as well as where they kept the save points in this game. Both good to know.
