Commission

  Themes: Rough Sex, Bimbofication, Oral Sex

  Summary: In which an elven wretch plunders the depths of a dungeon with an oh so helpful voice in her head.

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  Panting heavily, the elven wretch carefully makes her way down the passage into a rge, stone chamber. On the far side of the chamber, she immediately notices the steps of a pyramid set into the opposite wall as well as the artificed statuette currently on dispy. All she has to do now is reach it and cim it for the power to leave the deep, dark dungeon she finds herself in.

  Easier said than done, of course. The chamber isn't just rge, it's massive. The statuette might be visible, but that doesn't mean it's right in front of her. Rather, it's hundreds of feet away, across a dark, unlit floor that only the torch she holds in one hand will illuminate.

  Beyond that torch, there's not much else the elven wretch has to her name save for her weapon and the rags covering her body. Even then, the dirty rag wrapped around her chest is stretched to its limits and barely able to contain her massive bust at this point. They jiggle and bounce with every step she takes, a constant distraction that she's barely gotten used to.

  Meanwhile, her hips, thighs, and ass are all equally as huge, with her loincloth constantly getting trapped between her ass cheeks in the back and clinging to the outline of her plump pussy mound in the front.

  This is the elven wretch's body, with assets that take moments to stop jiggling every time she stops moving forward. Yet… the entire time, there's a sense of unsettled confusion. Like her body shouldn't be THIS voluptuous. Like she's a mere caricature of herself.

  There's also this sense that she's been here too long and is too tired for this trek. It shouldn't have taken this much time to reach the statuette; some small corner of her mind tries to tell her. And she shouldn't be as tired and sore as she is from just the amount of walking she remembers doing.

  Massive breasts heave as she pants not just from exertion but also some fear that she cannot pce, doesn't understand, and isn't able to remember. Frowning, the elven wretch wraps her rag-wrapped hands more tightly around the torch in one and the spear in her other. Meanwhile, her rag-wrapped feet slowly shuffle forward, each step causing her body to jiggle even as her head is on a swivel.

  Had she been here before? Maybe in a dream? Something tells her that bad things happen here, but she doesn't remember what they are… nor can she say how she remembers even that much to begin with. She-

  Stop. Trap tile in front of you.

  A deep masculine voice cuts through her thoughts like a knife and the elven wretch immediately freezes in pce. The voice had been with her since she first woke up, echoing within her head. Looking down at the floor past her massive bust, she honestly can't tell the difference in any of the tiles right in front of her.

  Step six paces to the left or right and then continue forward.

  But it doesn't matter what she can see. The voice hasn't steered her wrong once since she'd first woken up here. It remained the only certainty she'd had so far in this dungeon, and he'd been the one to lead her to both her torch and her spear. Before them, all she'd had was a wooden club no better than a particurly thick headed stick.

  He'd more than demonstrated proof by now that he could somehow see which tiles would trigger traps, as well as when there would be enemies like skeletons and zombies wandering just beyond her sight. Taking a deep breath, the elven wretch turns and takes six paces to the right before continuing forward.

  Every step she takes makes her body tremble and shake worse though. At the same time, even as her terror rises… so does her arousal, humiliatingly enough. Under her loincloth, her plump pussy lips are practically drooling with arousal, dribbling droplets of fluid all over the ground as she walks.

  Fortunately, the voice seems to understand how this pce is effecting her. He reassures her in between correcting her path a few more times as she crosses the massive chamber over the next while, before finally reaching the steps of the half-pyramid on the other side.

  Gazing up at the climb she's about to have to make, the elven wretch lets out an exasperated breath before beginning her ascent. She's quickly greeted with a familiar burning in her legs, bouncing of her breasts, and the sensations caused by the shifting of her loincloth against her crotch.

  Finally, the elven wretch reaches the top. She has to stop for a moment to catch her breath and lean on her weapon for support, panting heavily as she recovers her stamina. But eventually, she lifts up her head to stare at the prize that awaits her.

  Sitting upon a raised pedestal at the top of the pyramid is the statuette she'd seen before. An idol carved out of pure gemstone, it glitters in the light of her torch and is very obviously made to worship male virility given the rge cock and balls the idol sports.

  This is what she came for. She can't leave without it. The elven wretch knows this down to the depths of her very soul, so without further ado, she reaches out and grabs the idol, picking it up off of its pedestal.

  Immediately, the now-empty pedestal sinks down into the top of the pyramid in response. Rumbling of stone can be heard and the pyramid starts to sink into the floor and wall, one level at a time.

  Of fucking course it couldn't be that simple or easy. Keep an eye out!

  The voice's urgency makes her stiffen as she tucks the idol into her cleavage and picks back up her spear, holding it and her torch in front of her as if to ward off evil, while also looking around the stone chamber. Keeping her footing as the pyramid disappears into the floor beneath her is difficult, but not impossible. On the other hand… she soon locates the source of the voice's worry.

  In another spot of the massive stone chamber, something is rising up out of the floor… a cage, she notices. The elven wretch's eyes widen as her body immediately starts to react, burning with lust and trembling in terror as an inhumanly tall and grotesquely masculine being is revealed within the cage.

  She knows him. As soon as she ys eyes on him, she remembers. He's caught her many times before, raping and impregnating her over and over again. She has birthed and breastfed his monstrous offspring until she's broke time and time again. He's going to do so again now when he catches her too and there's nothing she can-

  Snap out of it! As soon as the pyramid finishes descending, turn left and run in a straight line!

  The voice cuts in like it always does and the elven wretch finds soce in it like she has for quite some time. Snapping her out of her lust and terror both, the voice's instructions are easily followed. Finally, the top level of the pyramid sinks in and becomes level with the floor. In the same instant, the cage finishes rising and opens with a horrifying creak.

  She runs, even as the masculine being is released and lets out a massive roaring bellow to announce his chase. The elven wretch's rag-wrapped feet sp against the ground as she flees him, but the entire room is shaking with as he pursues her. He's too fast by far, she can tell. He's coming in behind her and she doesn't even have to look back to know that he's catching up.

  There's simple no way that she's going to be able to escape him. Her breathing is already becoming bored just from this short sprint in fact and she-

  Drop to the floor, now!

  The elven wretch obeys without thinking, betedly assuming that perhaps even the voice knows that she's failed and is having her take up a more submissive posture so that the creature is a little bit gentler with her.

  But no. Her rag-covered breasts sp the stone floor beneath her and steal her breath away as she wordlessly and silently screams in pain. However, at the same time their heavy weight causes a stone tile to sink in and make an audible 'CLICK' to her hearing, what with her this close to the ground.

  Above her head, there are multiple whooshing sounds that repeat in volleys. Along with them come bellows of pain and agony from the masculine being that seeks to make her his broodmother. This in turn is followed by a heavy thump behind her.

  Once the pain in her own tits has finally died down enough, she rolls off of the trap tile and looks back to see the utter pin cushion that her tormentor has become. And yet, even now he's still alive, still reaching for her with lustful hunger in his eyes as he slowly lifts himself up onto his hands and knees.

  Of course, him on his hands and knees, with how big he is? It's the same size as if she was standing at full height. So… the elven wretch doesn't even need to be told what to do by the voice again. She simply rolls over onto the trap tile once more and prays for the best.

  As hoped for, this triggers another barrage. And this time, it's too much for her pursuer. He dies with a whimper and she… she's done it. She's won. The elven wretch somehow knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's never, ever won before. It's unprecedented and she can hear the voice celebrating in her ear.

  We did it! Hah, take that you stupid fucking game! We did it!

  The excitement and happiness in the normally authoritative voice brings a smile to the elven wretch's face even as she drops both her torch and spear to the sides, about to pass out from the pain and exhaustion. However, just before that can happen… she finds the floor falling out from under her.

  One st trap? Was she doomed to die after all? But no, the fall is extremely short, a mere foot or two at most, and she nds on very comfortable carpet instead of something far less forgiving. More than that, when she looks around its like she's been teleported somewhere else entirely. A room where a man sits in a strange chair, staring at her in shock.

  "What the fuck?!"

  His voice is familiar. Very familiar. But before either of them can say anything more, the idol flies from her cleavage and enters his chest with a glow, before beginning to transform him into the ideal man.

  The elven wretch has a moment to admire the body that belongs to her beloved voice… before finally passing out completely a moment ter.

  -x-X-x-

  He wakes up in his recliner to someone sucking his cock. It takes Henry a second to fully become conscious, as well as remember what happened before he went to sleep.

  Honestly, he hadn't wanted to sleep at all after the craziness that had occurred, but by the time he'd finally beaten the level, it had been over twenty hours of straight gaming. He'd managed to get his… guest into his bed and then colpse into his recliner and that was it, he was out like a light.

  Of course, the fact that he even had the strength to easily carry an entire person in the first pce was rather... new.

  Opening his eyes, Henry looks down to see the character he'd been guiding in the game all this time is kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock. She's removed her top rags too, leaving her massive tits on full dispy and squished up against his thighs as she bobs up and down his member, her lips pillowy and full and her cheeks sucking in to an obscene degree.

  Her sharp ears make it clear she's not entirely human… no, she's an 'elven wretch' as the game had called her, whatever the fuck that meant. Jesus fucking Christ but this was a situation and a half, wasn't it?

  It all started when Henry had preordered this big name video game he'd been following the development of for years now. It was marketed as only being avaible through physical copies, no digital downloads or installs whatsoever for the first few months after the release. A return to the old way of doing things.

  Both that and what he'd seen of the gamepy had intrigued Henry, so he'd gone ahead and put down some money to get a physical copy delivered to him. Unfortunately, it wound up being deyed over a week before finally reaching and everyone else had of course already ruined it by streaming it online.

  The interesting thing was, a second video game had come with the package as both an apology and an offer of trying out their next concept before anyone else had even heard of it. Literally, Henry had gone looking all across the internet for information on what he'd been sent, but he hadn't even found rumors of it.

  In the end, he'd given it a try… and it was like no other video game he'd ever pyed. For one, the main character wasn't pyer controlled, but rather pyer guided. It was also always female, though you could piece their species. Henry had gone elf before he ever knew about the game's… NSFW elements.

  They were lucky he was a degenerate honestly, because somehow Henry doubted they were going to release the game as he'd gotten it with all of the bad ends and lewd encounters and shit like that.

  Still, somewhere along the way, Henry had stopped caring about exploring every possible bad end and instead started wondering what happened if the main character actually won. So after a certain point, he'd started to actually guide her properly… and from there he'd wound up hooked by the interactivity.

  The main character, in his case the elven wretch, seemed like she had a mind of her own. She made her own decisions and all he could do was guide her with communication through the controller headset that came along with the game.

  Henry, using the knowledge he'd gained from numerous pythroughs, was able to slowly but surely push his elven wretch down the right paths. And funnily enough, the more he helped her instead of luring her into traps where she would get used and abused, the more she listened to him.

  The game didn't have stats or character sheets or anything like that, but Henry had started to believe that there were some hidden things in the background that potentially worked across multiple pythroughs. The more he helped, the more she listened, the better they both did.

  Of course, the final chamber was a fucking hellish trap-infested pce that took them thirty tries to get through. And yet, when he finally succeeded in navigating her up the stairs to the statuette, his quick thinking and her willingness to mindlessly obey him had allowed them to successfully kill her chief tormentor with the room's traps in one single go.

  It was an amazing feeling to kill one of those seemingly unkilble boss enemies, truth be told. But the st thing Henry had been expecting from all of this was for his poor elven wretch to somehow teleport out of the game and into his room like she had.

  And now here he was, waking up the next morning to her sucking his cock quite… dutifully. Groaning in pleasure as her mouth and throat massage him most effectively, Henry tries to shake his head.

  "You don't… you really don't have to do this, you know…"

  The elven wretch looks up at him and continues sucking for a moment before pulling back off with a pop and wrapping her tits around his shaft instead. His shaft which… which Henry realizes is now much, MUCH bigger than it had been before.

  That's right. That's the st thing he'd almost forgotten. When she'd appeared before him like she had, that idol she'd picked up in the temple had slipped out of her cleavage and flung itself right into his chest where he'd somehow… absorbed it or something.

  As a result, his cock and balls are much bigger than they've ever been before, but Henry is also far fitter than he ever was before too. He's not some grotesque monster like the boss from the game was, but he's certainly never been this athletic or chiseled in his entire life.

  "I want to, Master. I must prove my worth to you if I am to repay you for all you've done for me."

  Henry blinks at that, mouth opening and closing wordlessly for a few moments before he takes time to consider the situation from her point of view. Of course, the elven wretch assumes this means he's in agreement with her and returns to pleasuring him with her mouth and massive rack.

  As she does so, he… contemptes the situation. If he tries to expin everything to her, he's probably going to overwhelm her at best and frighten and confuse her at worst. She didn't come here with weapons at least, but he still doesn't want her thinking she should try to flee his pce and make her way into the outer world for any reason.

  Plus… while he doesn't consider himself an evil monster or anything, he's also not the most morally upstanding individual in the world either. If he wound up getting superpowers, he would not be the next Steve Rogers or Captain America or whatever.

  This was all to say… it was obvious that she thought he was some sort of powerful wizard that she was now in service to. And if Henry really thought about it, she was kind of right, wasn't she? Though, he did want to check on one thing…

  Reaching over, Henry grabs up the controller headset for the game and puts it on his head, hoping to get some information on what was going on. To his surprise, he actually gets more answers than he's really expecting in the form of a countdown and some extra dialogue.

  Basically, the countdown is for seventy-two hours and started when the elven wretch first appeared before him. When it expires, she will be returned to the game and find herself in a brand new area where she will be expected to retrieve another artifact… for him.

  Did that mean what he was experiencing right now was some sort of extremely advanced hologram technology that was too much for his brain to understand? But no, if that were the case, his own body wouldn't have changed right?

  No, something crazy magical was going on here and Henry… Henry just wasn't selfless enough not to take advantage of it in the end. But he also didn't have to be a dick about things either, he figured.

  Taking off the headset, Henry looks back down at the elf between his legs and smiles.

  "I'm going to cum soon. Handle it however you like."

  Her eyes light up at that.

  "Ah! Then I will be sure to drink Master's seed for the nutrients~"

  With that, she descends down his cock with a renewed vigor and true to her word, she's gulping down his seed from there in mere moments. Henry groans, a hand coming down atop her head as she swallows and swallows, guzzling it all down in no time at all.

  When she's finally done, he lets her pull back off of his cock, only to watch as she encases his member in her breasts once more and refuses to let him go soft.

  "… You need a name. I can't keep calling you 'the elven wretch' in my head."

  The elven wretch blinks up at him, tilting her head to the side.

  "But… that is what I am? Though I will of course happily accept any name that Master gives me."

  If she wasn't created specifically for or by the game and really did come from another world or universe… what the fuck kind of life produced someone like her? Well, it didn't matter anymore did it? One thing was certain… she was his now and Henry would be doing everything in his power to protect her going forward.

  "Aria. Your name is Aria and you are mine."

  Aria's face lights up like the sun at that.

  "Thank you Master. I, Aria, will treasure this gift for all eternity."

  Henry just nods before getting solemn.

  "Aria… in about two and a half days from now, you will have to venture out again. Powers greater than you or I demand it. There will be a new area. Perhaps another dungeon, perhaps a different environment altogether, but it will be filled with just as many dangers as the first one was."

  Fear fshes in Aria's eyes followed by hope.

  "You will be there to guide me, r-right? You won't abandon me, will you Master?"

  Henry shakes his head.

  "I won't abandon you. I WILL be there to guide you. However… my knowledge of the next area will not be as good as the first. There will be mistakes. You will get hurt. You deserve to know this now… I am not perfect or infallible."

  He watches as she takes this in and processes his words. Finally though, Aria simply nods.

  "I understand. I trust you, Master."

  Heh, she really shouldn't honestly. Henry had been the cause of a lot of her earlier torment, but either she was very good at compartmentalizing or she didn't remember most of what had happened to her before this final reset. If that was the case, no wonder she was practically worshipping him, he must have seemed like a god to her with how prescient and correct he was on where everything she needed to survive could be found.

  Ultimately though…

  "What do you want to do with the time we have left together, Aria?"

  Aria perks up at that, gncing down at his cock.

  "Can we fuck, Master?"

  Henry chuckles at that.

  "Of course we can. But probably not the entire time. I want to do things like get some decent food in you and also maybe some proper clothes as well before you vanish again."

  Maybe the clothes wouldn't go with her, but even if they didn't, she would have them here whenever she finished another 'level' at least, right? Regardless, while Aria seems excited by the promise of food and proper clothing, she's even more excited by the prospect of fucking. The elven beauty all but climbs into his p as soon as he's done talking, grabbing his cock and bringing it to her aroused, puffy pussy lips.

  Henry just grunts as she impales herself on his newly enhanced cock. Her pussy feels extremely tight around his member too, and he almost cums on the spot… but to his surprise, he's able to control it a lot better than he would have before. His new body is really something he has to admit, and the promise of more enhancements alone would probably have tempted him into sending Aria back into the game even if it was his choice.

  Luckily it's not his choice, so he doesn't even have to feel guilty about that. Nor does he feel guilty about taking advantage of this sexy elven bimbofied babe either, not with how eager she is. If anything, she's the one taking advantage of him!

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  Henry soon finds himself thrusting up into Aria from below as she bounces up and down on his cock nonstop, moaning all the while. At the same time, her huge breasts are right in his face so he makes sure to suckle at them one by one, drinking deeply from each over and over again as she moans wantonly.

  Because of course she's ctating within moments of him suckling away. The elven woman is practically made to be a broodmother, Henry already knows that from past experience. Only, she didn't get knocked up or bad ended on this st encounter, so the breastmilk is something of a pleasant surprise.

  Hm, he wonders if the effects of their copution will transfer over into the game at all. If he knocks her up before she gets transported to the next level, will she not be able to get impregnated by anything else? Or will nothing carry over?

  Only one way to really find out, in the end. Trial and error… and lots of experience. For now, Henry just settles for enjoying himself on Aria's body. He never in a million years thought that he would get to fuck a beautiful bodacious elven woman like this after all. She was so much more… voluptuous than any human could hope to be, while also being very, very real.

  He eventually cums inside of her and then leads her to the bathroom to show her how to take a shower and clean herself up. They fuck again in there. Eventually though, he also gets them some food and makes sure she eats, as well as shopping online for some clothes that will hopefully fit her and show up fast enough to arrive before she disappears again.

  And then they fuck some more, because Aria is insatiable.

  All the while, the countdown is ever-present in the back of Henry's mind even if he doesn't have the headset on to see it with his own two eyes. He knows its there and that's enough for him.

  This isn't what he expected this strange prototype game to wind up being… but Henry isn't compining. And his innate insatiable curiosity means that he won't stop until he figures out what's at the end of this particurly fucked up rainbow…

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