Adventuring in Stormbare

Hey there! There's a lot of buildup/backstory in this. If you just want to skip to the steamy bits, just search 'and that thong.' You'll pop in right at the beginning of the good stuff.

Anyways, kinks included are: Sissy themes, sissy character, light SPH, Futa, rough sex, hair pulling, skull-fucking, futa on sissy. There's also some non-sexual violence about halfway through.

Thanks for giving this a chance and I hope you enjoy it!

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"Cal, are you sure this is safe?" Marissa nestled into her lounge chair while she strapped the VR headset on, letting it rest on the top of her forehead.

"It's safer than flying. By a long shot." Callum replied as he started following his research partner's example, albeit a bit slower. He fumbled with the straps of his own VR headset; Not because of any complexity but because he couldn't keep his eyes off Marissa's body. Her luscious curves were kept hidden during most work days. She never wore anything form fitting, she mostly stuck to comfy and baggy clothing in the office. Callum couldn't blame her- she spent most of her time in chairs while researching and tweaking her custom Artificial intelligence. They hardly left the office, getting takeout for lunch and the occasional dinner.

The suits they had to wear to fully immerse themselves into the VR engine were not baggy, though. The suit had to be rather tight, so the thousands of sensors could link tightly with the user's skin. That meant that Callum could see Marissa's surprisingly ample breast and pert nipples. He considered himself a stout professional, but Callum just couldn't help himself. He managed to latch the headset into place and quickly moved his hands down to his crotch. Callum had to adjust himself before he pitched a tent in the snug suit.

Marissa let out a snicker as Callum sat down on his own lounge chair.

"It's pretty uncomfortable right?" She moved her hand to just below her breasts, pulling up on the fabric so she could adjust her own body. "Is this the version that's going into production?"

"Uh... No, i uh... Nah," Callum tried to sound casual as he laid down. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. "What we're wearing is the beta version of the final production mode. Galvco has developed a material that should allow for more comfort and be a bit more breathable. "

That seemed to make Marissa even more nervous.

"Are you sure the suit won't overload and fry us? Aren't there like ten billion emitters and sensors in this suit?"

Callum laughed. "No, not even close. It's ten thousand emitters and sensors. Besides, they don't even take electrical signals. The suit is able to use your body heat to power the sensation technology. The snugness of it adds to that efficiency."

"Okay, okay. Sorry, it's just a lot." Marissa says with a sigh. "Plus, I don't really like being sweaty. I can feel it all over. Being naked doesn't help." She says with a shuffle.

"You're wearing the suit, right?" Callum feigned.

"Shuttup! You know what I mean." She pulled the headset down over her head. "Let me know when you're comfortable. I'm excited to see the game with my own eyes!"

Callum followed suit and affixed the headset properly. He powered it on and felt the headset suction to his face, sealing his eyes and ears from the outside world.

"All set." Callum said. It was a strange feeling not hearing himself speak. The noise cancellation on the headset was top notch.

"Are you here yet, Cal?" Marissa's voice said to his left... which was odd considering she was sitting to his right. Oh. Right.

"Hey, yea, my bad. I forgot about the Neural Speak thing. How did you get that to work again?"

"Callum. I want to play the fucking game." Marissa said, her eyes rolling clear in her tone. He turned to look at her; Instead of his tall, tan, and surprisingly buxom coworker he saw a purple cloud of dust with the letters MAR-1 floating above it. He tried to look down at himself and saw a similar dust cloud. Callum's cloud was yellow.

"You have way more time with the headset than I do, give me a break. Why are we clouds?"

"This is kind of like the boot menu. We're just here until I boot up Amelie and she starts to run the game for us. We won't be clouds for long..."

Callum started to ask when she gave the AI a name. The strange cloud limbo disappeared before the question emerged however. There was nothing for a long moment; He wasn't sure how long. He had no sensation, no sight, no hearing. He could feel nothing. Is this what floating felt like? Callum felt his heart starting to race again, and this time not because of a nice pair of breasts. He began to pull his headset off when he blinked.

He blinked! He could see. There was light, and grass. Callum was laying in grass. He could feel the sun shining on his skin. He looked down to see he was wearing a long silken white robe. He moved his right hand in front of his face; He felt his lips twitch into confusion as he looked upon his new hand. It was similar to his hand in real life, just... more dainty? He couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed smaller. The sleeve of his robe slipped down his arm, confirming the daintiness. His wrist and forearm were far more slender. His meager body hair was totally gone, and he seemed to be even more pale than normal.

"Hello, Callie" A voice spoke inside his head. He checked his surroundings to verify that he was alone; Nothing but grassy hills and blue skies in all directions. Why had the AI called him Callie?

"Hi, Amelie. This is Callum. Callie works on the monetization side of the project." Cal couldn't understand how the AI got the two confused, being that Callie did not have the clearance to even get onto this floor of the building. She also didn't like responding to Slack messages because she finds it confusing.

"I am aware that you are Callum McPhearson. Marissa Greene has instructed me to only ever refer to player characters as their chosen character name, to help cement the player into the immersion of the game. If you think I should change my behavior, I will take note of it and present it to Ms. Greene at the end of this playtest."

Callum sat up, trying to focus on the words in his head. The sensations he felt were far more interesting to him. He could feel the breeze of the cool wind. The softness of his silken robes. Callum ran his hand through the grass and marvelled at the feeling of each individual blade of grass. He could almost cry- There had been many playtests of the fully immersive suits, but he had never been a part of one. Callum only had the opportunity to examine the data provided from the playtests and then implement changes based on that information. He was confident in his work but... This was a whole other level. To see how well it had turned out. Callum had never experienced this level of bliss before.

Still, he was here to play the game. He needed to create a character, not stay with this silly little test model.

"Amelie, I am Callum, Not Callie."

"I am aware that you are Callum McPhearson. Marissa Greene has instruc---"

"Yes, I understand that." Callum interrupted. "However, I was not given the option to select a character name. Or Choose my character."

"Ah, I see the confusion. Have you not been reading Ms. Greene's bi-weekly design progress reports?"

"Ah.. oh." Callum sighed. There were about 20 of those unopened in his email. "I have... Skimmed them. I mostly focus on my side of the project, developing the suit."

"Interesting. Well, are you aware that the Immersion Suit informs me when you're lying? It monitors all of you---"

"Yes, it monitors all of my vitals. So you physically see when I tell a lie." He said as he pinched his brow. This is not going how he expected.

"I'm Sorry, Amelie. You're right. I wasn't reading Marissa's reports. If you don't mind, please explain to me why you are calling me Callie and why I wasn't given the option to design my character."

"Of course, that's not a problem. The crux of your issue seems to be that you are not aware that I analyze all of your brainwaves and informatics in the second before the game engine actually engages. I'm able to create the perfect character for each player. The design, playstyle, and experience is guaranteed to fully satisfy each and every player. Legally we are not allowed to advertise a 100% guarantee because of liability reasons. However, based on long term algorithm extrapolation it was determined that this model of character creation will satisfy 102% of players, with a 2% margin of error. This is proprietary information, not to be shared outside of this playable alpha."

Callum nodded his head in response, following along with what Amelie was telling him. It still didn't quite make sense; He was originally planning on playing a mighty paladin. Part of him was thinking of roleplaying as a devout holy paladin; Almost templar-esque. But given the tagline of 'Be Anything,' he had considered playing a paladin devoted to an evil god. Callum couldn't recall seeing that version of a paladin character before. It could be quite interesting to play a bad guy who believes they're doing good.

So he couldn't help but wonder how he'd ended up in this petite body?

"You determined I wanted to play as a petite... Sorcerer kind of character? From my brainwaves? I don't think that's right, will you check again? I've been looking forward to playing as a stout paladin, or maybe a bulky warrior. This isn't the vibe I wanted."

"Keep in mind that your informatics also impact my design choice. However, I can check again for you. No problem." Amelie paused for a brief moment. "Yes, this character is the best match for the playstyle that you will most enjoy."

Callum shook his head. "Informatics? You mean like the information GalvCo has on me?"

"Yes. Your purchase, browsing, and watch history make almost as much of an impact as your brain wave analysis.

"My... My browsing history?"

"Yes."

Callum shuddered. He had never imagined his browsing habits could impact his professional life in this way. He remembered the captions he had jacked off to this morning before he took a shower- A sissy hypno caption.. Callum could picture the sexy woman forcing an enormous black dildo all the way down her throat. It was almost engrained in his mind the look of lust and determination in her eyes as she counted up with her free hand. She had spat it out after 18 seconds, moving the toy down to her much smaller cock and frotting with the enormous dildo.

GalvCo had tracked that through incognito mode!?!

"Okay, okay. I understand now. Look, that information is private and I don't want to play a character like that. I want to play a strong male paladin. Please, allow me to customize my character. I'm overriding you as one of the heads of the project. Authorization code 'SUC-KM---"

"Hm, note taken." Amelie interrupted."I will bring up the possibility of adding character creation to Ms. Greene at the end of this play session. If she and the board agree, the feature may be added sometime in the next 7-9 months." Amelie's voice sank his hopes.

"So... I have to play this character, if I want to play tonight?"

"Yes."

Callum sighed. He really didn't want to, but it had taken several weeks for Marissa to schedule this playtest. If he bailed now, he wouldn't be able to experience the game for weeks. Maybe months.

"Okay, I'll play as Callie."

"Hello Callie," Amelie said inside his head. "Welcome to the World of Stormbare. Please take these few moments to familiarize yourself with your character and your body. Many players will find their digital persona is different in every single way than their real body. This may cause distress among players."

Callum stood up and looked over his body. Callie was definitely shorter than Callum, not by much. It was hard to tell without anything nearby for scale, but he felt like he was maybe 5'6. Looking down over his front he seemed to be wearing a pure white robe that had a deep gold belt cinched tightly around his waist. A smooth and slender wand was nestled into the belt. Golden locks fell into face as he looked down, and he instinctively brushed it out of his face. It was only then that he realized he had long flowing golden locks. He took his new hair, surprisingly soft, and pulled it forward to see how long it was- He was surprised to see his golden hair wend down past his shoulders. Callum's hair hadn't been this long since college.

"Well, thank you." Callum said with a pause. He took a deep breath, "Thank you for making me so pretty."

"You're welcome Callie. Your starting class is 'Priestess of Vivienne.' Like all Priest / Priestess classes, many of your skills will focus on strengthening your allies and weakening your foes. Your combat prowess is lessened, but any adventurer will be happy to have you in their party. It is important for your playstyle that you try to stay out of range of melee attackers. Once you achieve level 10 you will be able to choose a class specialization based on your played experience. Further specializations are offered at level 30, and 50."

"Okay." God, Callum hadn't realized how far they had progressed on the actual game. "That's very cool, Amelie. Will I be able to specialize into some kind of dark priestess? Dealing damage seems much more fun than 'strengthening my allies.'"

"Great question. The specializations presented to you at level ten will be dependent on the way you play the game. Following that logic, a 'Dark Priestess' specialization would become available to you if you meet the prerequisites once you achieve level ten."

Callum nodded along as Amerie explained the mechanic. "I understand. So what are the prerequisites? I'd like to tailor my playstyle to becoming a dark priestess."

"Oh, that's a great question. That kind of information is not available in the game. Ms. Greene's design philosophy revolves around player experience first. The goal is for players to become fully immersed in the world. It is impossible to fully remove all gameplay related UI elements, but the philosophy pushes for as little as possible. Therefore, any information relating to class specializations will be found in-world in the game."

"Well that just seems convoluted." Callum grunted. "So I'm stuck playing as a girl AND you won't tell me how i need to play the way I want to play. This whole philosophy is going to turn many players off. I need to talk to Marissa about this, can you send me to her?"

"Ms. Greene has finished the tutorial and is waiting at the entrance to Delver's Mine. Would you like to end the tutorial early and join her? I would suggest finishing the tuto---"

"Just get me to Marissa." Callum figured there was plenty of time to learn how to play the game properly. Right now he just wanted to get out of this so he could stop thinking about his current body. He wanted to stab his wand into the eye of some goblin.

Callum blinked, and he found himself standing at the mouth of a decrepit mine. He glanced around; The lush green grass and clear blue skies were replaced with a menagerie of dried out rocks and stormy skies. Large buttes expanded upward, casting long and dark shadows over the seemingly barren landscape.

"Cal, Is that you?" a woman's voice called from nearby.

Callum turned, hearing a voice for the first time in what felt like hours. His eyes widened as he had lift his head upward. He felt himself stiffen at the visage he gazed upon. Callum's mouth suddenly went parched, and he compulsively gulped before he responded with a meek, "Yep."

Marissa's character creation process had gone much differently than his. Marissa was rather tall, and profoundly strong. What seemed like small leather scraps barely covered her upper body. Her nipples were covered, but there was an ample amount of tan breastflesh completely exposed. The leather wrapped around the top of her shoulders and came back just underneath her armpit. There was nothing covering her midriff- Her stomach was flat, but not etched with muscle. A simple tunic fell just below her knee. It threatened to burst at the seems from the sheer volume of thighs and ass she had shoved into it.. Marissa had furs strapped to her feet as some kind of boot- How effective they were, he wasn't sure. She also sported an enormous, but basic, great-axe. Unlike her real-life dark brown curls, her character had long flowing locks that cascaded down her back.

"You got taller." He said, feeling his blood pump furiously as his eyes were locked on hers. It was strange to feel himself get an erection in real life, despite being unable to get one in the game. Callum was just glad that Marissa wouldn't know just how sexy Callum thought she was. Honestly, it seemed like she got the character Callum had wanted to play.

"You got shorter!" She laughed as she looked him up and down, smirking as she looked down. Her gaze lingered for a moment before she spoke again. "Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She turned, letting out another chuckle.

Strange, Callum thought. He hadn't thought his robe had pockets, and his wand was tucked into his belt. What was she---he glanced down and his eyes shot wide open as his face flushed with embarrassment. Right below his belt, it was very clear that Callum was sporting an erection under his plain white robe. It poked straight out, rather proud of its few inches. Callum quickly turned around, adjusting at his crotch.

"Jesus Christ! I'm a priestess, what the fuck? Marissa you really need to fine tu---"

"It's Masae, in the game." She said from behind him, still jovial. He was half afraid of her learning about his... internet proclivities, and half afraid that she would think of this as some kind of sexual harassment. "And yea, i see it here. You're Callie, A Priestess of Vivienne. You are a male, but you're listed as female presenting with female pronouns. Did you not check your character sheet?"

Callum pushed down on his erection, but it popped right back up. He tried two or three times-- the softness of the silk was honestly just making it worse. Callum quickly undid his belt but found that it didn't function like any belt he had used before. It was very loose on hips; So loose that he figured it should slip right off him. Somehow it was held in place, though. Not wanting to waste any time Callum quickly pulled up the front of his robes and got a look at his new cock for the first time. Somehow he found himself even more embarrassed when he saw his bright pink lacy panties that did nothing to stop his dick from proudly displaying his attraction to his coworker. He quickly moved himself around and dropped the robe back down; He sighed, a slight bulge was better than a small tent, he guessed. He turned back around to shamefully face Marissa. For a moment it seemed like her eyes shot up to meet his, as if she had been staring at his backside (Something Callum had done many times before in the real world.) He must have been seeing something, though.

"No, No I didn't. And I didn't read your bi-weekly design progress reports. Honestly, I was frustrated with Amelie for giving me this character and just decided to play the game."

Marissa laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, "That's okay Callie! I never read your weekly tech updates. A lot of it went over my head. But holy shit, this is fucking great. I had no idea the sensations were so real! I haven't been able to stop touching things. I can't believe you were able to turn little grey squares and code into such tactility! I can feel the individual threads in your robe!" Her fingers worked into his shoulder, lightly rubbing across his robe.

Okay... Maybe he wasn't going to get fired for sexual harassment.

"Well, it wasn't just me but... Thank you. This is all incredible too!" Callum said, gesturing to the world around them. Clouds were moving, winds were blowing dust around, and he could feel air rushing into the cave they're standing in front of. "Everything is managed by Amelie?"