Life is like an RPG - part 2-3 (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/life-is-like-rpg-86644363

Part 4-7: https://www.patreon.com/posts/life-is-like-rpg-98637334

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Making his way further through the forest, Phil came across an unattended campfire with some logs resting beside it. Being indesperate need for food, he decided to steal whatever was there. Looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, he cautiously approached the campfire. Big tits slightly slapped his ribs as he did, making him wince.

"I can't get used to these... things" he thought to himself. Phil had always been attracted to women with bigger breast size, so his interest in them in a virtual sense was almost natural, but the new form he was forced to live as was making him extremely uncomfortable.

Reaching the fire, he leaned down to rummage through the contents of a nearby pack. Inside was an apple, half-baked meat and some dried fruit. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to stuff his face hungrily, gulping down each item greedily, leaning over and cursing the weight of his huge breasts hanging beneath him as they dangled freely, jiggling slightly.

He didn't notice the man returning to the camp, who stood behind Phil, smirking at the view he had, observing as his juicy butt wiggled. Without warning, a big hand gently grasped one of Phil's huge ass cheeks, squeezing lightly. "Wh-wha?" he squeaked in surprise, head snapping back to stare at the grinning brigand.

"Beg my pardons, dear lady." the man said, putting his hands on her. "Name's Davey, but all the lasses know me as 'the Bad Dragon'."

"Ew, gross!" Phil protested, pulling away from his sweaty hands and starting to run off into the forest. "Hey! C'mere, cutie!" Davey called as he and his cohort chased after him.

Phil ran as fast as he could, his lungs burning as he did. Breasts slapped up and down in his haste, drawing even more attention from the group.

"Shite! These mammeries' huge!" cried a bald, fat bandit by the name of Quinn. He threw his crossbow to the side and dropped his trousers. Releasing his cock from his undergarment, he began furiously jerking it. Phil heard Quinn's loud grunt and glanced over his shoulder to see the man looking at Phil with intense lust. He shivered at the pervy gaze before suddenly crashing headfirst into a tree trunk. His head began spinning wildly, and the rest of his body collapsed, vision fading as the bandits gained on him. The last thing he recalled was several men rushing towards him, grabbing his soft, pale body before passing out

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A couple of hours later

Phil felt warmth near his hips. He moaned tiredly as consciousness returned to his aching body. "Ngh...?" he murmured, looking up at the bandits as they grinned mischievously. "Welcome back, Miss. It's a pleasure to finally speak with you, but not the only pleasure I'll be granting to ye." One said with a grin. Phil's heart plummeted as he looked around and realized his position. He was completely stripped naked, wolf skin thrown away somewhere else, completely exposing his big soft ass to anyone looking.

"You... what..." Phil said weakly. He attempted to cover his soft genitals, feeling embarrassed in front of the brutish men, but realized it was futile and seating on the cold stone. "Oh, I think the lady understand well her position now, do we, boys? Miss, there is a question for ye. Are ye payin' us or do we take payment another way?" Davey chuckled at Phil's surprised face.

"Pay?... What are you talking about?!", Phil asked bewilder.

"Miss, luv, you stole our food." Quinn said.

"What?! It doesn't look like you missed the apple I took, at all!" Phil protested remembering that he took just a couple of bites out of the apple he found at moment when he felt strong hand squeezing the butt, and then just panic.

"Ah, y'see, th' way it works, sweetheart, is you have to ask the owner of camp food first. But don't worry, love. We'll find other uses for that pretty mouth of yours." With a sly smile, one bandit pulled Phil close, wrapped one arm around the young girl's tiny waist.

As much as Phil had been accustomed to Marissa's body, this was the first time he had felt his gender reversed, and he could never have anticipated the way in which a man's hands could send a spark of fear through his body.

"Listen, please... I had nothing to eat in hours and-" Phil stuttered.

"We know, luv. And you think stealin' from strangers is okay? Missy has gotta learn better manners, ain't she? You'll have t' make it up to us, you know. Got a fine tongue there, don't ya, missy? Betcha can wrap it 'round a good ol' cock." Phil felt his throat go dry and his pulse quicken, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead and body. "Ya can eat all our cum instead then, lass," suggested a rather tubby, scruffy looking bandit. His pudgy lips pulled back in a leering grin as the men laughed darkly, Phil felt himself shrink into his slender, petite body, breasts pushing firmly against his soft stomach, thick nipples perked up hard, shivering as he started thinking what they wanted from him.

"Fucking coward," thought the scared Phil understand he can't really fight them. Better hope, maybe they really don't do anything too bad to him. "Better give them blowjob and you'll be okay." he decided to himself.

With a shy and submissive voice, Phil tried again, looking into the leader's eyes with a gentle look: "Please, there has to be a better way..." Davey chuckled before shaking his head. "Look, sweetheart, if ya aren't willing t' suck our cocks or gimme an invitation, your soft body here's payment." His large, rough hand firmly gripped Phil's breasts, making Phil squeak a little as a finger and thumb clamped down on one large, brown nipple.

His eyes closed briefly. Phil could feel his nipples swelling up, sending sparks of excitement throughout his petite body. Suddenly realizing that Davey could now easily sold him out to slavers. He knew it was his only chance. "O-okay..." he answered in a quiet voice before kneeling in front of Davey "I'll ... give you a ... a..."

"Oh, don't be shy. A fuckin' cunt like you should enjoy what yer offered!" The group roared with laughter at Davey's words, and even as a small blush crept onto his cheeks, Phil nodded meekly, mumbling a soft "thank you" as Davey withdrew his cock from his trousers, its thick, swollen tip staring Phil in the face.