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."
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