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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 There were dumpsters all over, spraypaint somewhere on almost every building, obnoxiously generic and outdated rock and rap music playing out of the windows high above.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.
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