On the Scene with Critical Immersion

Premise: Winner of February's poll; Wendel is hired to attend a LARP that ends up going a bit crazy thanks to a little magic and a little creative role playing.

Contains: Male bunny to female tiger amazon, semi-hyper, modest muscle growth, size difference, hand jobs, excessive male orgasm.

Thank you all for the support!

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Wendel moved to the big city thinking he'd evolved into a man of high standards. Someone with pride in their work that could mingle around middle-class social circles with an air of dignity.

Instead, he was being paid a hundred bucks to dress like a half-naked lunatic in a public park. Slow news periods were the worst, especially with a literal monster for a landlord expecting rent soon. It was either he wastes a few hours with really hammy actors or ask his upstairs neighbors for volunteer work on some nutty experiment.

Frankly, Wendel preferred death to Desmond's help right now. Last time he ended up a bunny-taur for over a week. Learning to steer with two hundred extra pounds of ass was not a pleasant experience, much like trying to climb stairs with four legs. And then there was the inability to put on pants so everyone in the street could snapchat your bare…

“Hey! You about ready in there, buddy?”

A sudden female voice caused the bunny to recoil from his meandering thoughts. It was a somewhat overreaction since his current client only cracked the men’s bathroom door enough to throw her energetic voice inside. One glance back into the mirror still left Wendel feeling like his modesty was not only threatened, but risked being openly mocked.

For this gig he’d been given the most ridiculous costume; a red thong with a fur skinned vest, synthetically made, of course. Various leather guards decorated his sensitive joints in the same respect as armor, while spiked leather boots boosted his height an inch. However, just about everything was truthfully sized for a guy much larger. Everything shifted around loosely with the jock straps security being his highest concern.

The other hard truth was that Wendel wasn’t being paid by the hour. With a sigh, he picked up the plastic rod with paper chunks on the end made to resemble a battleax and stepped outside. His emerald eyes blinked for a second in the bright afternoon sun before glancing at the gray vixen waiting for him.

“Nothing could have prepared me for today. I’m pretty sure of that.”

“Oh, shush! You agreed to this.” Meepes brushed a few brown hairs out of her face as she sized up the LARP’s new barbarian. Physical build wasn’t too important in a game for fun, so she thought it suited the brown dork pretty well, even if he was a bit short. Her large fluffy tail twitched about in admiration of her costume work. “Still, it’s nice of you to volunteer after Paul canceled out. Desmond said you needed to make new friends.”

“Well, you paid in advance so I got a day to kill.”

“Not to mention a dragon. Trust me, this is going to be so exciting.”

“Yeah. Uh. How does this work again?” Wendel glanced around, though this section of the lightly forested park was mostly empty. There were the occasional walkers going along the cemented paths and his long ears caught a distant chatter of traffic. Not twenty feet away from the public bathrooms sat a baseball diamond where this supposed game was to take place. “We’re not going to actually hit each other, are we?”

“Oh, heavens! It’s not like this is mortal combat or something.” Meepes rolled her eyes with a laugh, leaving Wendel distressed by her lack of a definitive answer. “Barbarian is one of the simplest classes to do. Just bap things and get angry for extra strength. Think of yourself as the Hulk.”

“Pretty sure the Hulk doesn’t use an axe.”

“Not the point, Hun. We’re all here to have fun.”

Wendel scoffed, gesturing at Meepes’ busty figure with his axe’s fake blades. She still wore the casual attire of a modern person out on a friendly walk. “And you’re not going to participate in the excitement?”

Meepes responded by flipping open a book she most definitely wasn’t holding three seconds ago. She cradled it in one arm ignoring Wendel’s gawking to thrust her free hand in the air for a dramatic pose. “I am the dungeon master, silly. Someone needs to make sure the party has a good time. As a professional goddess, I can guarantee that.”

“Uh huh. And I should have asked for more money.” This was giving the bunny all kinds of red flags, especially if magical bull crap was somehow involved. He entertained the idea of simply returning to his car, but got the impression this was not a woman that’d appreciate him trying to escape with her hand-made costumes. She was also in charge of returning his actual attire after the game, regrettably. “On that matter, where is this group of nerds?”

“Hm?” Meepes glanced over her shoulder at the empty baseball field before breaking from her pose. “Oh! They’re getting into character. Thanks for reminding me. You still need the finishing touch.”

“Can’t I wear one of those dresses like the other guy?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Robes are for wizards. Although, you might look good in a dress.”

“Thanks?”

After a bit of fishing around her back pockets, Meepes produced a necklace that also looked too cumbersome to have been in there without distorting the shape of her backside. It was passed off into Wendel’s free hand, where he could see it was made of a thick leather string decorated with lots of animal teeth. Most of them looked to have belonged to very large predators. More red flags sounded in his mind at how real they felt.

“Put it on!” Meepes urged after a long bout of silence between them.

There was only a second more hesitation before a resigned Wendel did as commanded. The cluster of fangs didn’t even settle around his neck before a sharp chill spilled down his spine. His whole body went stiff with muzzle twisting sideways so his enlarged front teeth ground together.

It passed after half a minute, leaving the bunny staggering forward gasping for breath. As his senses slowly recalibrated with his thoughts his brows creased at feeling his tail twitching about frantically behind him. Attempts to get it under control failed and when he glanced back, he gave a sharp surprised gasp followed by an even louder groan of anger.

The little nub of fluff Wendel was used to had already grown over double in size and was continuing to lengthen while it thrashed through the air. His hips jerked with each little pop of fresh vertebrae that grew out of his spine, while new muscles and nerves he wasn’t accustomed to grew in just as fast. As it started to reach over two feet long the brown fur itself began to brighten into a flashy orange. When it finally stopped at four feet it became sectioned off by rings of jet black until it ended in a snowy white tip.

He started at the lengthy new noddle above his behind until finally managing to wrangle control of it back and turned to Meepes. “Is this really necessary?”

“It’s all part of the experience,” the fox explained, ears lowering slightly from her confusion. “Desmond said you get transformed all the time, so I thought…”

“Yeah? Desmond says a lot of things, doesn’t he? Aaah!”

Wendel’s spark of anger seemed almost synced with the rest of his body suffering its own rapid growth spurt. When one second, he was slightly looking up to talk to Meepes, the pair suddenly stared into each other's green eyes at an even level. That lasted all of another second before the bunny spasmed and became the one looking down to keep contact. Maybe even more so with a good head’s height over the six-foot vixen. The costume was losing a lot of its previously annoying slack stretching over his expanding limbs.

“Oh. Sorry I didn’t ask first. I thought you might have enjoyed a surprise. Not to worry. We do this every game. The magic will wear off by tomorrow morning.”

“T-that makes m-me feel a l-l-lot better! Nngh!” Tension wrecked Wendel’s sizable changing body, causing muscles to flex in almost random spots at a time. What little slack remained in his costume was quickly taken up and drawn taut in a drastically different way. He could see through the fur as his arms thickened out, biceps drawing huge creases of raw defined strength. The same could be said for his bulking thighs and shins. An especially hard press crunched his stomach for a second before it bubbled into an impressive six pack.

All the while Wendel turned and twisted to watch his exposed fur take on the orange and black striped pattern as his changed tail. While white primarily took over his front side it was immediately recognizable what that meant.

“So, w-why am I b-becoming a t-tigerr-rrrrargh!”

“Because I think they’re awesome,” Meepes said simply, watching the transforming barbarian’s muzzle pop and snap. It wasn’t painful having one’s head forcefully rearranged, but she had few spells that could lessen the impact. Still, as the long ears dwindled into much smaller black circles, she found the results pretty stunning so far. “Big cats are just a staple for epic battles, am I right? Also, it's the year of the tiger, and James thought it’d be a fun theme.”

It took a few shakes and test chomps of his jaws before Wendel was convinced all his teeth had stopped sharpening into lethal fangs. He looked down at Meepes with a complete feline face surprisingly solemn for possessing a body builder's life goal physique.

“Good to know we’re team players here. At least you g-NYAH-gave me something that fits.” Wendel finished his sentence only to drop his fake axe in shock. The spontaneous feral yowl that scratched at his throat left all his words spoken after with a deep feminine tone not unlike the vixen before him. A feel around his thick neck confirmed a lack of an Adam's apple, along with the realization the neck and hands themselves were thinning for a womanlier build. “No! No! No! No! Oh, I hate magic SO much. Damn it, Meepes!”

Wendel wasn’t paying attention to how Meepes retreated from his increasingly angry growls. His eyes were glued straight down to watch his broad firm chest puff out with the rapid pace of an air hose on balloons. To the vest’s credit it didn’t snap apart, but rather stretched around his bloating mounds before seemingly rearranging its entire shape to accommodate their hefty weight. When they finally stopped, he was more than a little annoyed to be hoisting two cream white breasts. While they weren’t nearly as gargantuan as the ones stretching Meepes’ t-shirt, they still obscured his view of the sidewalk.

“Oh, be a good sport,” Meepes offered with a giddy tail wag. It was nice to see spells go off without a hitch once and a while. “Everyone loves amazons.”

“Not actually being the amazon, I don’t!” Another grunt escaped Wendel while changes cascaded from his chest, altering his torso into a more hourglass shape ridged with the powerful physique of a god. Focusing on the annoyance of these circumstances really helped to ignore when the strongest tension yet started making his hips fatten several inches wider while the bulge in his thong smoothed out. “You’re definitely not paying me enough for a gender swap on top of…”

“Fine! Another hundred bucks after you get my friends through this.”

The tigress bent to retrieve her ax, unintentionally giving Meepes a show of her broadened butt threatening to swallow the back of her now much tighter thong. When Wendel turned, she was equally confused to find the vixen flustered with ears and tail erect.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. Where are we supposed to play fight or whatever?”

“Uh!” Meepes shook off her thoughts of sexy tiger ass, though stored that mental image forever in her memory, and pointed into the empty dirt field. “Just out there. Generally, the pitcher's mound is considered the center of our play area. Helps keep the bystanders out of the way.”

“Grrrreat!” Wendel mumbled, immediately cringing at the unintended rolling of her letters that sent Meepes into a giggling fit. She stomped past the vixen with a much weightier stride to her boots than the rabbit that had originally put them on.

As she made her way onto the pitcher's mound that would be their ‘battlefield’ Wendel could spot others making their way over from the parking lot. It was easy to tell this group was with Meepes. Not only were they wearing outfits of the same debatable level of modesty as Wendel, but they were all also tiger women.

What was astounding to Wendel was that she was the only one to be morphed into some muscle giant fantasy. The feline in the white robes looked almost normal except for possessing a butt that could fill half a sofa stretching enough fabric to pull the hem up to her knees. By sharp contrast there was one in burlap slacks and a tunic might have barely reached four feet tall, making their enormous bust stand out all the more. One the other end of the spectrum stomped a cat with a rounded four-hundred-pound sumo shape. Their impossibly stretched tank top and thong were almost hidden under all the excess rolls of flesh. It made Wendel feel formally dressed by comparison.

“You must be our stand in,” the robed tigress said with a nod of her long staff. “Thanks for the quick notice. Hope it wasn’t too inconvenient.”

“Well, at least your dungeon master has the decency to transform me without destroying my clothes.” Wendel’s ears twitched before she took a glance around the field. “And where the heck did Meepes go? How’s this supposed to work? She getting a cardboard thing for us to whack or…?”

A loud crack boomed across the park sending Wendel tumbling into the other three tigers with a panicked cry. She turned just in time to watch lightning come from the sky in spite of any cloud sources and strike the dirt between second and third base. The resulting explosion erupted a plum of dirt dozens of feet into the air where it dispersed into a thin smoke cloud.

“She’s such a show off,” giggled the fat tigress. They looked to Wendel clutching their boulder weight for balance, tail fur puffed thick as one of their arms. “You okay there, new meat?”

“No!” came the sharp hissing reply before Wendel released her grip on the squishy feline's waist. “Why can’t I ever be introduced to normal people? She could have fried us all with that blast.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s that beast that’s going to do the frying.”

Wendel followed the softer cat's finger towards the dust cloud. It had begun to thin and settle again, gradually revealing the looming figure that cast a shadow over the group of pretending adventurers. Both her jaw and tail smacked the ground in awe of the anthro dragon standing at the exact center of the lightning strike. Its arms stretched towards the sky, popping many of its bulging thick muscles. Wings fanned several feet from either side of its broad torso, creating a small gust that dispersed the remaining smoke. And of course, the scales of polished copper glittered in the afternoon sun with every movement. The damn twenty-foot-tall hunk had appeared in nothing else, leaving its equally large sheath and sack gently shifting against his thighs with every movement.

“We’re fighting that thing?” Wendel choked out. She raised the fake axe in what was hopefully a defensive stance. Not that she expected plastic and paper to be a great shield against such an anthro mountain.

The smaller tiger squeaked a high voiced laugh. “Use that drama, dude. It’s great larping. Besides, it’s not like Meepes is actually trying to kill us.”

“At least we think she’s not,” chimed in the robbed tiger, failing to bolster Wendel’s confidence. “Really it’s just one of her spirit friends in an astral form. Nothing we do to each other will actually hur-”

A wall of copper scales blew past Wendel close enough her hair blew from its wind. By some amazing new skill her eyes never left the other tigress, following how they were scooped up by the dragon's mighty hand and flung with little effort in a high arc. All three remaining tigers craned their short muzzles up, watching their companion clear the outfield before crashing into one of the distant trees. At least its branches helped break the fall into an uncomfortable landing.

“I dunno, that looked like it hurt,” Wendel mused watching the discarded wizard remain laying face first in the dirt. She was sure they weren’t getting up right away.

“She’ll be fine! We always warn her not to stand on the front lines with fourteen HP. Although, I guess this means the dragon won initiative,” replied the short tigress. “Not to worry. We still got…”

A thick log swiped all three of them. Glints of metallic scales gave Wendel enough clue to realize it was the dragon's tail attacking before it impacted into her rigged abs. They were sent flying in different directions across the baseball diamond, making hard impacts on the grassy outfields. Upon impact the muscled barbarian yowled in a clumsy tumble, rolling several more feet that left the world still spinning after she’d stopped.

Good thing they weren’t lying about the pain. As she sat up trying to shake her eyes back into focus Wendel noticed a complete lack of pain in her bulky form. Hell, the fall didn’t even leave grass stains on her costume. Yet there lingered a strange feeling of numbness weighing her movements. Like she had still taken damage but without any physical harm. She had to admit that was kind of a cool magic feature.

At least until something blocked out the sun. The dragon moved to tower over the seated tigress, tilting its head at her in a pensive stare. Wendel glanced around finding the two other party cats a fairly large distance away. They were squirming but clearly having a much harder time recovering from such a devastating tail slap than their tanky barbarian.

“Oops!” Meepes’ voice rang out through the baseball infield. A glance around the dragon's chiseled hips found the vixen happily perched on the bleachers with game book in hand. “I shoulda asked my spirit buddy to go a bit easier since you’re new and all. Our regular guy is a lot more about combat encounters. Oh well! How are you going to buy time for the others to recover now?”

“The fuck should I know!?” Wendel nearly squealed in rising panic. A fear the dragon picked up on as it stepped closer. Its tail kicking up dirt with its excited wags.

“Just do whatever you think will work. It’s a roleplay, after all.”

“Ugh!” The tigers mind raced for options. Any idea of trying to take it on in a straight fight seemed ridiculous, despite having muscles that could lift cars herself. A few whacks with her battleax would probably just make the giant reptile mad. Getting this monster's junk swung dangerously close to her pink little nose wasn’t helping Wendel come up with any ideas faster, either. For a spirit it sure stank of masculine hormones and… “O-oh…oh sweet Jeebus! No.”

When did Wendel’s life hit such a rock bottom low that that would be her first idea? The fact it sounded like a better strategy than trying to bludgeon a dragon with a fake weapon only made her feel more gross. This must be what having to deal with perverts for years amounts to.

Unfortunately, the dragon wasn’t about to give her more time to consider other options. His nostrils flared small jets of green flame before one muscular arm wound back, baring coal black claws for a finishing blow. Maybe there was a ‘no pain’ rule in effect but Wendel wasn’t keen to experience a school yard style pounding either. She lunged first, using both of her own giantess palms to cup his dangling ball sack.

A choking guttural noise escaped the dragon's clenched teeth, his expression skewing in wide-eyed confusion by the contact. Poor thing might have almost choked on his own tongue while his wings stuck stiffly out behind him.

Wendel had to swallow the lump in her own throat trying not to recoil from the direct contact with another man’s most private area. It was like holding a very pliable pillow. For some reason its smell was getting the smooth slit under her loincloth very heated. Taking in a whirlwind of mixed emotions almost made her forget about the plan entirely, until the dragon shifted to give her the mother of all ‘the fuck you doing?’ looks. Her striped tail snapped as she began firmly, yet delicately, massaging the sensitive balls inside the scaly skin sack.

A shiver rippled from the dragon's hips across its massive body, causing its amply thick muscles to relax. His jaw slacked with the release of more approving pleasured growls as its arm meant for striking came down to gently scratch behind Wendel’s rounded cat ears. The reciprocating contact sent a shockingly similar wave gushing through her shapely amazon form. Tingles crashed upon her pussy, making her insides to twitch. Heat quickly turned into a building dampness while her more sensitive nipples got stiff against the ruff vest leather.

It didn’t take a lot of gentle caresses before the dragon’s protective sheath split so the true star could poke out and say hello. Despite knowing the big guy’s dick was going to be huge, its gradual pulsing growth still left Wendel fixated on it. It’s pointed spear tip stretched out in an angular arc, becoming one hell of a summer sausage. Strangely, the length wasn’t barbed. Any stories she’d interviewed witnesses on about dragons recounted most anthro dragons had that unique quality.

She gulped again when the big member stretched so far, its underside hovered inches above her head. That seemed to be about its full erection, so she moved her fingertips from the dragon’s sack so their soft pads caressed the smooth pink skin. The big boss's knees clapped together nearly making him to lose balance. Tail slapped the ground so hard it left a noticeable groove in the dirt.

Wendel couldn’t help smirking at the violent shudders her improvised massage generated. Her opponent still seemed thoroughly confused by what was happening on their mock battlefield, yet enjoyed it too much to raise any opposition. Quite the opposite. Both hands came to rest on the tiger’s head and delivered ear scratches and pets in earnest as a sign of encouragement. Before long, her plump hips were shaking just as involuntarily, using her stripped butt to grind down the grass.

Well, this has gone past the point of no return now. If the other tigers' thrashing hadn’t been rough already, Wendel began to fear what’d happen if her prideful inhibitions gave the dragon blue balls now. Focusing on the pleasure seeping out of her groin, she gently gripped onto the monster anthro’s shaft with both hands. Its girth heated her hands as it pulsed from the touch, so wide the fingers could barely wrap around it.

What was really freaky to Wendel ended up being the strange rumble in her throat before realizing she had started purring without thinking about it. Shrugging it off, she leaned forward to kiss the dragon's head before guiding both palms down the length of his shaft. The dragon gave a loud grunt as her grip struck against his pelvis, causing a slight jump from the force. She didn’t give him a chance to recover before sliding back up to the head and down again. A rhythm steadily built much like working a bike pump, back and forth, occasionally adding with purring nuzzles and licks for the acute tip.

The poor dragon looked barely capable of conscious thought anymore. Their massive paws flexed, drawing up large chunks of dirt with his claws. Breaths came out in reverberating rumbles that could probably be heard across the park. Even if not, the black smoke constantly spewing from their own mouth and nostrils might make some joggers worried for fire safety.

Summoned spirits must not get this kind of attention often. It wasn’t more than two minutes of pumping the dragon's balls before her lustful lapping could taste pre oozing out. The member was throbbing faster and harder between her entangled hands, almost in sync with the rise and fall of his chest. It was almost an endearing cute quality for someone meant to be an antagonist.

Wendel could see the dragon’s sac pulling taunt against his member’s base. She took this sign and gave her muscular biceps a hard flex, pumping the stiffening shaft with several rapid strokes with all her might. That got the dragon’s jaw to snap shut, clenching teeth with a sizzling hiss to rival lava. Looked like this play fight was going to end in her party’s favor after all. If this guy was supernaturally hung and pent up this would surely drain everything out of him in one big eruption.

“Oh…fuck!” Wendel’s ears folded back as her eyes stared at the cock quivering still inches from her face. Somehow her position relative to the massive hunks personal canon only became a concern now. By then it was too late. She had already helped him reach the plateau and releasing the erect member only caused a second’s delay.

The term ‘eruption’ did not do the anthro dragons orgasm justice. His member vibrated with a harsh shake of his hips, spurting several globs of milky white spunk across the shelf of Wendel’s breasts. A much stronger clenching of the shaft’s muscles splatted possibly a half gallon of the stuff into Wendel’s face. Before she could even finish rocking back from the impact, the dragon rocked its head back in a roar that sent green flames into the sky. His flood gates had been opened.

It was like the time Wendel saw his neighbor Desmond crash into a fire hydrant across the street. The tigress meowed in anguish trying to use her beefy arms as some kind of shield against the cum torrent blasting into her. Her butt began sliding back several inches before losing ground completely. Thankfully the flight was only a couple feet before her ass crashed back into soft grass. By then all she could do was lay flat on her back attempting not to snort seamen while the stream steadily coated her in dragon seed.

How long the damn monster released was one of many things Wendel lost track of during her short delirious rest. It was the lack of waterfall-like noises that eventually clued her in that he might have wound down. She slowly sat up fighting against the same numb stiffness of taking damage from almost every hair on her ample figure. Most of the grass in close proximity was now submerged in the viscous fluids.

Trying to wipe spunk off her face with a hand already covered in it proved an equally daunting task. When Wendel did manage to squint one eye open the dragon had also collapsed onto its back. An extremely satisfied, goofy grin plastered its tired face. Eyes were tightly closed while a long-forked tongue hung out it’s muzzle down one cheek. Of course, the bastard would fall asleep after all that. Even its snores sounded like the tempo of a monster.

“That was certainly unexpected!” Meepes cheered so suddenly it sent Wendel sputtering and slipping in her small pool of dragon spunk. The vixen had taken her time getting over and remained stationed a fair distance away from the damaged baseball zone. “You certainly are a natural at role playing, huh? Beating a dragon into submission on your first larp.”

“Oh, shut up!” Wendel growled, blushing at the knowing wink Meepes shot her. She managed to steady herself back on two paws, though quaking knees threatened to slip with each step. “I feel like a she-hulk whore. Can I just grab my money and go?”

“That was totally awesome!” The robed tigress shouted, making Wendel jump again. Looked like the other three had recovered from their knockouts just in time to witness Wendel’s epic finish.

“I woulda never thought a barbarian could win at seduction,” chimed the short stacked one. Although she had to fight her words between fits of giggles. “You got guts trying that.”

“We should totally have this guy do negotiations with the gnoll tribe leaders,” offered the fat feline.

“For real!” agreed robed tigress. They all turned to look at Wendel with tails wagging. “Please tell me you’re going to come back. You’ll fit right in with us.”

“Uh…” Wendel’s skull must still have some seamen stewing in her brain as she had no idea how to take their statements. Here she was literally covered in gallons of sex juice and was getting positive feedback for it? “Does stuff like this happen…often?”

“No. Not really.” shrugged short stack. “That’s what makes the most epic hand job I’ve ever seen all the more awesome.”

“We only larp like twice a year,” explained the robbed cat. “Everything else is normal pencil and paper. Although, you gotta watch Meepes when she uses magic to still make things engaging. She got him with a blueberry inflation trap during their second session ever.”

The fat tigress put hands on her wide hips with an annoyed grunt when a thumb was jabbed in her direction. “Only because our DM served actual blueberry pie. That was a cheap trick.”

“You certainly enjoyed it then,” Meepes countered with a raspberry. When Wendel turned to stare down at the vixen she stretched out an arm full of crisp twenty notes. Not that she dared getting any closer than the edge of her boss monsters cum pond. “But you got my number if you ever want to join us again. I’m already getting ideas for more wild runs.”

Wendel stomped over, snatching the bills into her vest pocket. The excess goo could be cleaned off later. Still, taking a pause for breath did spark some thoughts that got her muzzle twisting into a smile. “I’ll consider it if there’s actual periods of normality. For now, I’m just trying to figure out how to get home without getting your dragon’s gunk all over my car.”