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Two bros who think of themselves as pretty much your regular CIS males decide to play a new, fully immersive video game as girls and make some discoveries about themselves.
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Static, and a kind of falling motion as the system synched his mind to his new body. Then, as if slowly waking from a dream, Jack found himself blinking as the world materialized around him: he was back in the lounge he’d seen in the set up. Now, there was added ambience— soft techno music.
Jack immediately became aware of something crushing his chest, like a compression wrap around his upper body. Looking down he saw the swell of those huge breasts swelling out from his chest. Impulsively, he cupped his breasts, lifting and squeezing. Hey, he’s a guy. He’d had his hands on more than a few, but feeling hands on HIS breasts, feeling the way the soft, sensitive skin reacted, he couldn’t help but laugh, surprised at the sound of that pretty little voice he’d selected.
“Agent!” He heard a man shout. “You need to get to work.”
Jack jumped, surprised and embarrassed, immediately pulling his hands away from his chest. Turning, his hair fell in his face, and he brushed it away, looking at a huge, muscle bound man with a thick beard, wearing a tattered general’s uniform. NPC, he realized.
“Work?” He asked, feeling super self-conscious of how he sounded.
“I’m General Grizz, your handler for this mission.” The man walked over and put an arm around Jack’s shoulders, bringing him into very clear awareness of how small he was now— he only came up to the bottom of the man’s rib cage. Having that big, meaty arm draped over him made him feel super uncomfortable, and he tried to free himself, but the man’s hand clamped hard on his shoulder, and he found himself being dragged toward a small observation slit that cut across one side of the bunker. “Get off me.”
The man ignored him, effortlessly dragging him along. “What kind of game is this?” He activated the Intercom function and called, “Bret? Where are you?”
“On my way,” he heard a strong, woman’s voice answer.
Jack found himself at the wall, beneath a window. The man peered out the window, keeping his hand firmly gripped on Jack’s shoulder. “See? Over there?”
Jack could not see. He was too short. He found himself staring at the wall. Grabbing the window ledge, he tried to pull himself up, his breasts pressing against the wall, but with a pretty little grunt he fell back down, his little arms too weak to do a pull up.
“Come on! We don’t have much time!” The man growled.
“Pause!” Jack demanded. “Pause.”
The scene froze. Jack freed himself from the man’s grip. He did not like that way this was going at all. “Brett? Come on!”
“Just a sec.”
“Shoot.” Jack pulled up his inventory. Like most games, his character did not start with much. A medical kit. A holster and a pistol. A blow gun and four darts. Rudimentary armor— the skin tight outfit that made him feel like a sausage. And the “tactical bra” that did give him +1 armor. He suddenly realized why he felt all that compression around his chest. Grabbing at the bra, he tried to stretch and adjust it, but his effort did nothing.
Equipping the holster and pistol, he felt the belt drape across his full hips. He pulled the pistol and thought about shooting the NPC idiot, but in all likelihood that would just reset the mission. So, with a grunt of displeasure, he holstered the pistol and, after a moment, could not resist the distraction of his new bust, once more planting his hands on them and giving them a squeeze.
“Having fun?” Bret asked as he materialized.
“Yup,” Jack said, not wanting to show any embarrassment over playing with himself.
“Wow,” Bret said, letting his eyes roam over Jack’s body. “You went all in.”
“Don’t check me out,” Jack said, though he was doing the same thing to Bret, who had gone in a very different direction. “I thought we both agreed to be hot?”
“I should probably be offended by that,” Bret said.
Jack had to look up to meet Bret’s eyes. Waaaaay up. “How tall are you?”
“I don’t know. 5’ 11”.” Brett said. “You know volleyball players drive me crazy.”
Brett did look like he could be a star on the women’s volleyball team. Tall, athletic, broad shouldered for a woman. Small, firm breasts swelled beneath his own black bodysuit, and Jack couldn’t help but notice his legs went on forever.
Like Jack, Bret couldn’t resist putting his hands on his new breasts, squeezing. “Yikes,” he said, surprised at how sensitive they were despite having been told by every girlfriend he’d ever had. “Maybe we should just skip the mission and play with these?” Bret said.
“Maybe we should just bail,” Jack said. “This is weird.” Curious, he hopped up and down, feeling his whole body jiggle and bounce.
Bret did the same, laughing. “How do girls put up with this?”
“I feel like my body is made out of Jello-o.”
“Oh, you are Jello-O.” Bret had a rich, mature woman’s voice, and it made Jack feel even — he wasn’t even sure of the word, but he deeply regretted his choice to go with the sexy little girl voice. “You’re so cute.”
“I think I’ve experienced enough. I have to study anyway.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t chicken out. One mission.”
“I don’t like it.”
“We haven’t even started.”
“It’s stupid to play as girls.”
“So, let’s just embrace the stupid. It’s just one mission.”
“Man, I knew you would be a little bitch about it.”
“Fuck you!” Jack said.
Bret couldn’t help but laugh. Jack was really cute when he was angry now.
“Nothing. Nothing,” Brett said, not wanting to unnerve Jack any further. “One mission. Come on.”
“Just shut up,” Jack said. “Let’s get this mission over with.”
“What’s the mission?”
“I’m not sure yet. I froze it waiting for you to get here.”
“So, let’s do it.”
Jack turned and walked back toward the wall, his long hair swaying. Bret couldn’t help but enjoy the view, and the feelings he had made him feel all kinds of confused. He was checking out a gorgeous little female. Gorgeous, and yet he knew she was actually his best guy friend.
“What’s with Soldier McGrizzleface?”
“Unpause,” Jack said.
The NPC flickered, the AI adjusting to the addition of a new character. “Ladies,” he said, turning to address them both. “We don’t have all day. Look.”
Bret and Jack exchanged a glance. It was strange to be referred to as ladies.
Bret went to the window. They were up very high, and he had a sweeping view of the city. Long and narrow, the city nestled in a valley between a pair of snow capped mountains. Above the whole city read the words, Recon Junction, with three neighborhoods named Georgian Pond, Outer Vail and Inner Vail. “Recon Junction,” the NPC said. “The best mess on the planet.”
“Cool,” Brett said, looking over the city, his eyes immediately drawn to a tall, narrow spire-like building in the distance that dominated the whole city, looking down over the whole length like a watchtower.
“What is it?” Jack said, jumping, trying to get a look.
“It’s just basic orientation,” Bret said, “Kind of a disappointing start. Lore dump right at the top?”
“I can’t see.”
“Oh,” Bret said. “You are tiny.”
“It’s an advantage for stealth characters,” Jack said. “I didn’t want to be this small.”
“Okay,” Bret said, then without asking he put his hands on Jack’s waist and lifted him.
“Hey! Put me down.” Jack hadn’t been picked up like that since he’d been a child.
“You said you wanted to see.”
“Oh, right,” Jack said, looking over the city. “It does look cool.”
Bret was surprised and pleased at how easy it was to lift and hold Jack. He had shifted points from charisma— why would a brick need charisma?— to strength, but he didn’t expect to be this strong. It made him feel powerful to pick up this little female– even if she was actually a guy.
“Here’s what you need to know about the city,” Grizz said. “Georgian Pond— rich people. Upper Vail— business district. Lower Vail— poor people.”
“What about that?” Jack asked, pointing toward the tower.
“Essentialus. They own the town. Maybe even the planet.”
“So, what’s the mission?” Bret said.
“Okay, put me down,” Jack said.
Bret set him down, patted him on the head.
Jack slapped his arm away. “Cut it out.”
“Ah, yes, the mission—“ Grizz said.
“A client of mine needs something acquired. I’m transmitting the details now.”