Reunion

Before the light even fades this time, you feel a major difference. You CAN feel again. You're no longer just a consciousness in a digital sky. Never before had you been so happily aware of your tongue in your mouth, the air on your skin, your toes wiggling in your shoes. For half a second you think you'll be back in the university basement, but then light fades from your eyes completely and you realize you'll have no such luck.

The space around you is bright and airy, with tall vaulted ceilings that make the whole place echo like a church. The room you're in is obviously beautifully crafted, every stone in the walls and ceilings interlocking perfectly without cement, but it's very bare. The only thing in it, as far as you can see, is you.

{if game:Class = Ranger}

Glancing down to check on your body, you were surprised to see an entirely different set of clothes to what you were wearing earlier. You're dressed just like the ranger girl from the loading screen. Same auburn cloak, same leather chest piece, even with the same boob window cut in, except yours shows off a triangle of a surprisingly toned looking chest. Mercifully, you had a pair of plain black trousers on, instead of the figure hugging leggings that the female archer had worn. They were still a bit tight though, and you had the unusual feeling that they made your ass look good.

Looking up, you nearly jumped as you caught sight of your own reflection. A mirror had appeared, or spawned in, on the formerly bare wall in front of you. Maybe the dev had belatedly realised that most people would want to get a good look at their new character, or maybe the game had just lagged. Whatever the reason, you could now get a proper look at yourself.

Your face was still pretty much the same, but your body was quite different. Just as you'd suspected, you were a fair bit more lean and toned now. You hadn't been fat in the real world, but now the little bit of tummy you had was gone, and you suspected that you might have some abs underneath the leather armour. What you hadn't noticed before was that there was a white shirt beneath your brown leather armour, and where your arms poked out of that, they were noticeably more muscular. Fitting for an archer.

The end result was, you looked pretty good.

{elseif game:Class = Wizard}

Glancing down to check on your body, you were surprised to see an entirely different set of clothes to what you were wearing earlier. Gone were your jeans and a t-shirt, replaced instead by flowy black robes that fell to just above your plain black shoes. It felt like you were wearing a dressing gown, and the draughty breeze you felt between your legs gave you the unpleasant feeling that the new outfit didn't come with underwear.

Looking up, you nearly jumped as you caught sight of your own reflection. A mirror had appeared, or spawned in, on the formerly bare wall in front of you. Maybe the dev had belatedly realised that most people would want to get a good look at their new character, or maybe the game had just lagged. Whatever the reason, you could now get a proper look at yourself.

Your face was still pretty much the same, but your body was quite different. You seemed to be a little shorter, for one, and your shoulders seemed reduced in size too. That must have been the effect of the reduced strength, which would also explain why you felt the cool air of the room so keenly. Drawing your robes tighter around yourself, you were shocked by how skinny you looked. That would be your lowered constitution, it didn't show on your face, but your body looked nearly gaunt.

Magic had better be pretty powerful for you to look so frail and weak.

{elseif game:Class = Knight}

Glancing down to check on your body, you were surprised to see an entirely different set of clothes to what you were wearing earlier. Chainmail covered you from your shoulders to around the middle of your thigh, jingling slightly as you turned your head to inspect yourself. Over top of that, you wore a modest chest piece that covered you front and back, that was held on at the sides by leather straps. For your legs, it looked like you were wearing a pair of trousers, that were covered by greaves at the shin and heavy boots just below that.

Looking up, you nearly jumped as you caught sight of your own reflection. A mirror had appeared, or spawned in, on the formerly bare wall in front of you. Maybe the dev had belatedly realised that most people would want to get a good look at their new character, or maybe the game had just lagged. Whatever the reason, you could now get a proper look at yourself.

The armour you wore looked a little cheap, or that it had seen better days, which you supposed made sense for a starting set. More interesting than that, was how your body looked. Your face was still the same, but you felt like you might have been a little taller. It might have just been an effect of the armour, but you felt like you were broader too. Maybe that was an effect of your extra strength.

Low rate as your armour might have been, you thought you looked pretty good.

{elseif game:Class = Paladin}

Glancing down to check on your body, you were surprised to see an entirely different set of clothes to what you were wearing earlier. From neck to toe, you were clad in gleaming plate mail. There was not an inch of bare skin below your jaw line, even your hands and feet were covered by reticulated boots and gauntlets.

Looking up, you nearly jumped as you caught sight of your own reflection. A mirror had appeared, or spawned in, on the formerly bare wall in front of you. Maybe the dev had belatedly realised that most people would want to get a good look at their new character, or maybe the game had just lagged. Whatever the reason, you could now get a proper look at yourself.

It was impossible to get an accurate judge on your frame, but standing tall in your armour, you certainly felt bigger. Your face was still the same, but when paired with your new attire, you felt that you had a more serious or noble bearing.

All of that combined made you feel strong, safe, and even quite handsome.

{endif}

"Hello? Anyone?" You heard a voice, Sarah's voice call, echoing through the doorway and interrupting your time spent staring in the mirror. Hearing her speak alleviated a concern you hadn't been aware you'd been holding. The rest of the guys should be ok, and hopefully they would be in this building with you right now (although if Tom had ended up somewhere else you might not have been too upset.)

"Sarah?" You shouted back, rushing from the room. "I'm over here!" The stone walled corridor you found yourself in was as bare as the last room, and your footsteps echoed like you were in a cathedral as you hurried along it. A white light shone from high ahead of you and you raced towards it, following it like a beacon.

At the end of the corridor, you skidded into a wide central room. It was eight sided with a tall open archway on every other wall. Far above you, the domed ceiling swooped together, with a ball of light hanging in the middle. It wasn't a chandelier, or a bulb, and it had no support that you could see. It was just an orb of light. You didn't get chance to marvel at the cavernous space for long.

"John!" Sarah cried, crashing into you from the side and wrapping you in a tight hug. The two of you had never been particularly close, but after the strangeness you'd been through, you'd never been more glad to see another person. For a long while you just held her, resting your chin atop her red haired head, until she finally stepped back.

"I'm so glad to see you, John," she sighed.

"It's great to see you too," you replied, your words catching in your throat as you got a proper look at her.

She still looked like her usual sexy self, but it was what she was wearing that made your heart skip a beat.

It was like a one piece swimsuit, but wide open in the middle from below Sarah's belly button, up her toned stomach, open so wide across her breasts that it barely covered her nipples, until it finally came back together at her neck. The whole thing was a deep black, with swirling purple accents that trailed the edge of the open middle before slipping over her shoulders. The only other thing she wore was a pair of matching black knee high boots.

"It's okay, you can stare," she laughed, tossing her long red hair back and striking a pose.

{if game:Class = Ranger}

The way her outfit hugged her hourglass figure made you keenly aware of how tight your new pants were, you just hoped she didn't notice.

{elseif game:Class = Wizard}

The way her outfit hugged her hourglass figure made you very grateful for your loose fitting robes.

{elseif game:Class = Knight}

The way her outfit hugged her hourglass figure made you grateful for the chainmail that hung over your groin.

{elseif game:Class = Paladin}

The way her outfit hugged her hourglass figure made you grateful for your solid codpiece hiding your groin.

{endif}

There was just one thing that looked a little off. "Did your boobs get bigger?"
Sarah glanced down at her voluminous chest, before giving her breasts a hypnotic little bounce.

"I couldn't resist. You like?" She put her hands on the side of her chest and pushed together slightly, making her already impressive cleavage look deep enough to lose your head in.

"Yeah," you answered honestly, a blush in your cheeks. "You look great."

{if game:Class = Ranger}

Sarah's eyes traced down your body, lingering for a moment on your crotch. "You don't look too bad yourself."

{elseif game:Class = Knight}

Sarah's eyes traced over your body, especially your broad shoulders. "You don't look too bad yourself

{elseif game:Class = Paladin}

Sarah's eyes traced inscrutably over you. "I would say you don't look too bad yourself, but I kinda can't tell what you look like under all that," she laughed.

{endif}

There was something bothering you, however. "How could you change your appearance like that though? I wasn't able to do that."

Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted before she could.

"Holy shit, Sarah," Tom's voice echoed loudly from one of the corridors. "You're the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

You both whirled around to the source of the voice, just in time to see Tom swaggering in to the main hall. Tom had always been well built and fairly tall, maybe 6' 1" or 6' 2" at your guess, but now he was probably closer to 6' 5", and jacked as hell to boot. He was dressed much like the orc had been on the loading screen, crude metal pauldrons on his shoulders, over a fur cloak tied around his neck, with a similarly furry loin cloth being his only other piece of clothing.

His bare chest looked like it was chiselled from stone, with six pack abs and pectorals that looked like the wide bricks that made up the walls, all this while being so wide that his frame nearly filled the wide doorframe he emerged through.

"Oh my god!" Sarah giggled, her tongue running over her bottom lip as she slowly drank him in.

"Yeah, I've been hitting the gym," he laughed, flexing his pecs and making them bounce one after the other. Without a second look at you, Sarah flounced away to admire Tom's new physique up close. From the moment he'd walked in, it was like you'd disappeared.

"Did you put some points into strength too?" Sarah asked, tilting her head to get a better look at his extremely cut abs. Now you were stood behind her, you could see why Tom had called out so loudly. Sarah's ass was thick, firm, and almost falling out of her one piece, it was in the running for hottest thing you'd ever seen.

"Some? I put them all in!" Tom flexed his biceps.

Sarah's eyes went wide. "No way! I gotta see." She scurried even closer to him

"See? See what? You can already see his muscles," you said, clear irritation bubbling behind your words.

"My physical endowment," Tom smiled. "The thing said "strength increases physical endowment," and right now, I feel pretty fucking endowed."

The fact that Tom could read was almost as shocking as what he was suggesting. Surely there was no way strength would work like that?

Across from you, Sarah leaned her head against Tom's abs, hooked one finger into Tom's loincloth, and pulled it away from his body to peek.

"Holy shit!" she giggled, her face lighting up as she got an eyeful of Tom's dick. "Are you sure you didn't change your race to be half horse!"

Your face soured. Apparently, you'd missed the boat on having a big dick just because you didn't take a textbox literally, and now to make matters worse Tom was going to lord it over you.

"What's the matter John?" He gloated, " No points in strength, just like the real world?"

In an instant, your cheeks burned. "I-I put a couple in," you stammered, "but I didn't have to go all-in overcompensating like you!"

Tom smirked, before turning his attention down to Sarah, who was still ogling his cock, practically drooling over it. You couldn't see it, but for Sarah to be so transfixed like this, it had to be huge. With total confidence, Tom rested one meaty hand on the small of Sarah's back, fingertips trailing carelessly against her ass.

"Do you think I'm overcompensating, Sarah?" He asked. The sound of her name snapped her out of her staring, making her blink and look up at Tom. She finally let his loincloth snap back in to place, before reaching down to stroke it's soft fur front.

"If that is what overcompensating looks like, then I want you to overcompensate everyday for the rest of my life," she said seriously.

That just made Tom grin wider, as you huffed and rolled your eyes in dismay. Sarah's hand was still on Tom's groin, and his was sliding down towards her ass, in a way that made you worried they were about to start going at it right there. Fortunately for you, they were interrupted.

"Hey, guys?" Miranda's voice came from the only unused door.

"Miranda? Is that you?" You shouted, stepping towards the doorway. You were always happy to hear your crush's voice, but especially now that she was interrupting Tom and Sarah.

". . .Yeah," Miranda replied hesitantly. A pregnant pause followed.

"What are you waiting for? Come out here," Sarah called out. Another pause followed, and you heard Miranda sigh.

"I'm kind of . . . embarrassed," she muttered eventually.

"I'm sure you still look beautiful, Miranda," you said. Your heartbeat rose at paying her such a direct compliment, and you felt like you had to defuse the moment with a joke. "You can't look worse than Sarah," you added.

"More like can't look better," Tom opined, planting a smack on the redhead's fat ass and making her exhale quietly.

From the hallway, Miranda took a deep breath in, and then you heard faltering footsteps draw closer. With her hands fidgeting in front of her, Miranda shuffled in to the room, and you felt your jaw practically hit the floor. Just like normal, you disagreed vehemently with Tom. Miranda did look better than Sarah.

She still had her dancer's body, same childbearing hips, and big soft boobs you had always dreamed of fondling, but now it was on almost unparalleled display. The only thing she wore were a few strips of sheer white fabric.

Two connected to a choker around her neck, coming out and then forward to drape carelessly over her breasts. They were only an inch or so wider than her nipples so, just like Sarah, Miranda had a deep central valley of cleavage on display, as well as wide tracts of sieboob on the other side. The fabric was so thin that silhouettes of her nipples were impossible to ignore, making peaks in the cloth as it flowed sensually down her body.

The rest of the outfits very limited supply of material was attached to a thin string tied tight around her waist. A bolt of cloth little wider than the ones over her breasts hung over her groin and to just above her knee, giving her the tiniest shred of modesty. Once again, the material was so thin that you could see the outline of Miranda's inner thigh and all the way up through it. On her hips, a few decorative pieces of the same material hung with tasselled edges, highlighting the bareness of her body rather than doing anything to cover it.

Of course, she still retained the perfect face that you'd fallen for. The same kissable lips and perfect nose and sparkling eyes, the only difference there was that her cheeks were red. Her hair was the same too, that warm chestnut brown colour as it spilled on to her bare shoulders. There was still something different about her, however, and it wasn't just how she was dressed.

"Holy fuck," Tom grunted.

"Please don't stare at me," Miranda sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. For a second you believed she was telling Tom off, and you felt a second of spiteful satisfaction, until you realized she was talking more generally. You, Tom, and even Sarah were all staring right at her. Averting your gaze was hard, but luckily for you, Sarah took the heat off you.

"Oh my god, Miranda," Sarah laughed, stepping towards her friend and putting a hand on her shoulder. "What class did you pick?"

"A priestess," Miranda huffed, "I thought it would be helpful. What kind of priestess dresses like this?"

"A hot one," Tom stated bluntly, still leering at her despite her request.

"Yeah, you look great Miranda," you added, trying to sound less pervy and more supportive.

"Thanks guys," Miranda rolled her eyes. Male attention probably wasn't what she was after in that moment.

"Don't worry about them," Sarah told her, drawing her into a hug, "We'll all get used to what you're wearing pretty quickly, even you."

That might have been true, but what you would never get used to was the sight of the two of them hugging. Bare skin to skin, their boobs pressed against each other. You'd fantasized about the two of them embracing like that whilst wearing so little, but usually there was more sloppy kisses involved. When the hug broke you properly realized that both Miranda and Sarah were completely braless, yet their boobs stayed perfectly full and perky. The miracles of videogames.

"So what class did you choose, Sarah?" You asked, changing the subject for Miranda's sake as well as your own.

"Succubus, duh," Sarah laughed, sticking her tongue out as she puffed up her chest at you.

"Oh, so same thing as real life," you shot back.

"You know it," Sarah grinned, "What about you, John, what are you?"

{if game:Class = Ranger}

"I'm a ranger. I thought I'd have a bow and arrow, but I guess that will come later."

{elseif game:Class = Wizard}

"I'm a wizard. I don't think I can cast any spells yet though."

{elseif game:Class = Knight}

"I'm a knight. I hope I'll get a sword and shield soon."

{elseif game:Class = Paladin}

"I'm a paladin. I'll do my best to protect you."

{endif}

"I'm a barbarian!" Tom shouted unprompted, clearly jealous of not being the centre of attention. Miranda stared at him much like Sarah had, eyes going wide and mouth parting as he flexed his muscles. "And look how strong I am!"

For a second, you thought he was about to drop his loincloth and show your crush what Sarah had gotten a peek at. Instead, he dropped his shoulders and stepped towards her and Sarah. With total ease, he swept the two of them off their feet and on to his shoulders, like he was a Viking about to carry off two maidens. Sarah giggled as Tom swung her around in the air, but Miranda just gasped.

Anger spiked inside you as you saw Tom grab the two of them like that, your frustration rising as you saw Tom's laughing face framed by their two hot asses. Now that she was facing away from you, you could see that Miranda only had a single strip of fabric on her back half, hanging from her waist to cover the gap in her cheeks and basically leaving the rest of her ass on full display.

"Put me down, put me down!" Miranda yelled, her feet kicking even as she kept her legs tightly closed.

Still laughing, Tom obeyed, depositing her and Sarah almost right back where they had been standing.

"Damn it Tom," Miranda huffed, an even deeper blush in her cheeks. "I'm not wearing any underwear!" The thought that the only thing keeping you from seeing Miranda's everything was just a flimsy piece of sheer cloth made your dick throb.

"Yeah well, me neither," Tom shrugged, resting his hands on his hips.

"I don't think I am either," Sarah added, tugging at her tight one piece.

"Okay, so we've established that underwear doesn't exist in this world," you said, hoping to move the conversation forward before Tom could say or do anything else to Miranda. "How do we get out of here?"

No sooner were those words out, than another textbox appeared before you.

{letter}

This is a safe space to try out your character and their new abilities.

You are free to progress at any time, once you are satisfied with your testing.

To advance to the main world, all four players must join hands below the light of Drotatha (Above)

{endletter}

"Everyone else saw that, right?" You asked, blinking as the textbox disappeared.

"Mmhm," Sarah hummed. Miranda nodded. From the way Tom's eyes traced back and forth in the air, you guessed he was still reading it.

"So, we're ready to go now, right? And try to get out of this weird game?" Miranda asked, already reaching out a hand towards you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you reciprocated, your hand reaching for hers. Her soft fingers were brushing against yours when Sarah interrupted.

"Actually," she said slowly, stepping towards Tom. "I think I have a couple more abilities I want to test out, if that's okay." With both hands, she grabbed one of Tom's big palms, walking backwards away from you and pulling him towards a door. "Me and Tom will just be a minute, or five."

She grinned as she pulled on Tom, the latter not resisting at all as the newly minted succubus licked her lips looking up at him. The two of them hooking up had never been subtle, but this was brazen even for them.
As the two of them slipped out of the room, you turned to Miranda. "I guess we'll have to kill time until they're back." You tried to keep your eyes on her face, but her barely hidden breasts made that difficult.

"I guess," she sighed. "What do you want to talk about?"