Tina

I write out Alice's sheet, and get mine and another suite cleaned up by the time the game rolls around. When I hear the doorbell ring, I drop what I'm doing, dismiss the summons, and go get all handsy with Alice as she opens the door. Alice's butt is amazingly squeezable, by the way, and I am totally OK with her hands wandering.

Adam comes in first, “So everyone, meet Tina.”

He's followed by a seven foot Amazonian woman with skin as dark as mine ducking under the door. She clearly sees what Alice and I are doing. “Oh, so we're good with PDA's tonight?” She smiles as she steps up and hugs Adam, quickly boosting her boobs up as she does, which frames his head with her good sized globes. She slips her hand into his pants and strokes him a bit. “Good to know.” She then pauses, processing, “Four?”

“There's four of us here, but Adam is running DM duties, so it's a party of three,” I deliberately misunderstand, “I'm Dana,” sucks to use the name, but that's how Adam introduced me over the phone, “and you know Alice already. Come on, let's see what character you'd enjoy playing; we already wrote up mine and Alice's.” And hers had a lot of the same discrepancies as Adam's. The one I actually wrote for me to use at the table is nonsense, of course: I appear to be following different rules for my actual build.

“So what's the premise?” She has a pretty deep voice, which makes sense given her size.

“It's an all caster campaign with a ‘real world’ premise,” Adam chuckles, “Lore-wise, pick magic based on what you'd find useful and fun in the real world. Like… Alice has a summon that's a big fluffy magic cat from her childhood. What would you like to have?”

“Hmm… I'd like to make my imagination come to life…” she considers.

“There's an illusion focused class that picks up the ability to give their Illusions substance at level six,” I pipe up, “The Fey Adept.”

“There's also a lot of legends of shapeshifters…” She rolls the idea around.

“We can do that; you're covered with the Transformation feat, possibly paired with the Shifting Disguise feat,” Adam this time, “First gives you a fixed alternative form you can take on at will, the second lets you fine tune it and your base form within limits on the fly. There's later options for being able to imitate specific people or creatures, upgrade forms, or do partial transformations.”

“So I could be a winged angel, and be able to look like whoever?” Yeah, Tina's sold.

“You won't be able to properly fly until level five, just gliding until then, but yes: Anthropomorphic Transformation for the base Transformation feat, picking Avian Transformation for the wings, and taking Shifting Disguise to personalize the appearance on the fly.” Adam specifies.

“Let's do it,” Oh, she is SMILING.

We get to work on her sheet, setting her up as a Fey Adept (taking the Sidhe Invoker archetype, strengthening her ability to play with what's real), which gives her the Illusion sphere and three other talents: She goes with two supporting talents in Illusion (one so the illusions can make sounds and the other so she can do other things while the illusion sticks around for a minute without her paying attention), and the Destruction sphere for the third. Her logic? “I don't like being disarmed - ever.” Her casting tradition reflects that: She takes some drawbacks (Innate Curse for Merciful, plus Magical Signs) for the Curse Mastery drawback feat (so she gets the benefits of the Merciful curse, namely: A nice pool of healing)... but nothing that allows someone to shut her down.

We then have pizza, and run through a short session until the orbs attached to this body start to leak… which is my signal. I cringe (not faked), “Ah… I need to take a break. Milking time.”

“We can pause for a bit,” Adam nods.

“I should check on the cake anyway,” Alice smiles. The cake is a lie: Alice doesn't cook, it's just so she's not in the room when my pump ‘breaks’. The sex aura I seem to have will be doing the heavy lifting, but we want the lampshade.

I head to my suite, take my top off, get the pump out, turn it on, and like last time… it doesn't do the job. “Ah, can I get a little help on here? Something isn't working.” Which is technically true. I listen in for the response.

“I probably shouldn't go in there,” Adam knows his line, “As Alice is occupied… Tina, do you mind helping Dana out?”

“Oh, no problem,” I hear her chair scrape across the floor as she gets up, and follow her footsteps to my door. She knocks, “Can I help? It's Tina.”

“We're both girls, it's fine,” I almost **** on that line, but Divine Providence makes it believable, “come on in.”

So when she steps in, I'm sitting on a chair, pump hanging uselessly off one of this body's four giant jugs, all of those hanging out, the nearly-black skin showing basically everything… and I realize my sitting habits haven't changed, so my legs are spread, and I'm not wearing underwear because we didn't find any that fit, so I really am showing everything. Not that it matters, it's not like it's my hairless pussy.

Again, lampshade line, “Thank you. The pump just isn't working, could you…” I gesture at the boobs.

“It smells heavenly… umm, do you need to save it for your baby, or…” she swallows, eyes not leaving the chest.

“No baby, just weird anatomy,” I chuckle, “Have as much as you like, it all needs to come out anyway.”

She doesn't need more of an invitation than that….