CH1: Pushy, Rude and Perverted

Many others are also struggling and one short girl whines as she can’t fit the suit on her body either and tries to get it over her booty. “Ah, how is this… oh, for Pete’s sake! This is ridiculous. How is this necessary, let me ask you.” She asks the intercom and some girl with white hair comes help the short girl fit the suit over her rather large rear.

“The game you will be playing is a modified version of laser tag. The suit will register the hits you receive. Damaged areas will light up in red.” Suddenly all our suits turn bright red and quickly turns back to black. It’s a very clear way to signal the hits it seems. Some others are complaining about the red not showing on their suits, but I decide to not pay mind. As I’m looking through the box some more I also see a bracelet. Looks like many others have already thought of putting it on, so I follow suit. Laser tag doesn’t sound too bad. I haven’t played it a whole lot, but I like the concept. As I said, I am kind of nerdy like that.

“The bracelet will show your current health points as well as your current level. You will learn how to upgrade your level during the game. Weapons will be scattered around the campus, as will ammo, medical supplies and other items.”

It sounds reasonable enough. Although I am feeling my heart thumping. It sounds intense. I give the other students a look. Just to try to remember some of them. There’s the short blonde girl and the white haired one helping her. I also can’t ignore a tall girl with flowing blonde hair and a nice fit body talking with some other people. One of them is a girl with red hair and a good posture. The tan girl I heard complain earlier has got the suit on and is stretching and she looks quite athletic from a first glance too. A tall and confident looking girl with a nice figure is already walking towards an exit. I heard once that futanari genes have a benefit when it comes to physique. Apparently the extra testosterone does wonders to most girls. I never saw the benefits though. From the outside you would have no idea I even had a penis. I’m as normal of a girl as there can be. So seeing all these beautiful and fit and tall girls participating doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence.

The one girl walking away gets interrupted by a brunette with a low ponytail. She seems pretty tough and stops the confident looking girl in place: “Hey! No leaving yet! Let’s all leave at the same time, ok?” The girl with the darker straight hair seems annoyed by the brunette and pushes her: “Out of my way. I am going to start playing. All we really need to do is shoot at each other here. The fast beat the slow. Out of my way!” She pushes the other girl and hurries out of the gym while many others start running too. Suddenly I realize that the game is on. So, suddenly the game started and I see only a few sticking by. One of them is that short blonde girl who finally got the suit on and seems depressed.

“Kendall Hollows. You must put on your bracelet to start the game.” The voice comes through and the blonde jumps up and bends down to her chest. It’s impossible to not adore her butt as she does that. She picks up the bracelet and puts it on. “There! Oh gosh! What next, hmm? I have to go shoot someone? This is utterly childish! I am not playing! How do I leave?” The intercom voice answers as calmly as ever: “As per the contract you all signed, leaving or otherwise violating game rules will result in an elimination from the game.” The girl sighs deep and sees me looking.

“Hey! What do you think you are looking at, creep? Well?! I have a b-boyfriend, you know!” She covers her small chest and crotch and gets a frown. “Pervert! She’s totally looking at me weird! Oh, God, where have you placed me?” She does the cross with her fingers and I see that as a sign to leave. It does seem that some girls stick around her in the gymnasium though. I guess not everyone is fine playing laser tag.

I find Grace hanging around the door to the gym. She looks nice in the game suit and I check her out quickly.

“Ooh! Looking good! I don’t think this one suits me, huh?” I try to pose for her and she just laughs and reaches to pull some seam straight on my side. “Looks just fine to me. Your boobs look better in this thing. Mine look droopier than they do with a bra on. This thing is like a condom.” I might have a little larger breasts than Grace, but not by that much. I also never knew she had issues like that. “Do you wear pushups, or what?” I tease her and she gets a blush and crosses her arms: “What? Did I s-say that? N-no…” She rolls her eyes and I smile. It’s nice to hang around with Grace again. We share many things in common. She’s always been a good friend of mine.

Her outfit is camo colored just like her hat, which makes me think the guy behind this chose these outfits. She does look good though. The suit also only goes up to the neck, so any headwear seems to be allowed. “Oh hey, you didn’t need to take your hat off either. I always wondered. Do you have some huuge bald spot there or something?” I continue teasing her and she looks suddenly uncomfortable and motions at the door: “Let’s go, huh? We gotta find a gun before Calliope gets one and shoots us dead.” I agree and we head out.