Endurance Chec

**Author's note: I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm willing to give it a try. Feedback is welcomed and longed for. This story's a quick one, hope you're not looking for much of a plot.**

"16...14...nat' 20!" Sarah looked up, beaming in triumph. The way her crop-top almost bared the bottom of her bouncing bra as she pumped her fists in victory created more than a mere distraction for the other players gathered around the large wooden table.

"Ugh, right," Sean continued after taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "Barbie the Buxom Barbarian (collective groans from the table after hearing the name chosen by Sarah) successfully swings her sword in an arc, decimating 3 goblins in one blow. The trajectory catches one in the neck, one in the chest, and the third in the stomach, sending a spray of blood onto the fierce..."

"But foxy," interrupted Sarah.

"Sure. The spray hit the fierce, but foxy, warrior's exposed flesh. Are you sure you really want your character..."

"Barbie."

"Do you really want Barbie wearing just a chain-mail bikini?"

"Why, do you think it's covering too much?" teased Sarah in response as she tugged the bottom of her shirt suggestively. She had pointedly demanded that her created character share her looks and demeanor. From her dyed, flaming red hair to her pale freckled face, all the way to her dazzlingly, dangerously, cute smile. Those features were disarming enough, but it was her curves that captivated the comrades of the quirky college coed.

Put bluntly, Sarah had huge tits, and she wanted her friends to know it.

Geeky and academic endeavors led to a sedentary lifestyle and the result was a body type just shy of what some called chubby. The red head preferred the phrase 'baby fat.' Whatever the term, the college weight-gain seemed to go straight to her already ample thighs and bra-busting chest. She normally shied away from exposing her stomach but couldn't resist teasing her role-playing group with a tight pair of short shorts and a black cropped top. The lettering on which was stretched to its limit making the phrase "Yes, they're natural" atop 2 20-sided dice difficult to read in one pass. The upturned 20s were expertly placed.

Looking Sarah over one more time, Sean does his due diligence in dungeon master duties and paints as vibrant a picture as possible for the 4 seated players.

"The three goblins collapse in unison. Barbie waves her sword triumphantly and really tests the resolve of her armor's clasps. Since you were scouting ahead and don't have the help of your party, you're unaware of the remaining goblins approaching behind you. This is considered a new battle so first roll for perception and then initiative."

"Ah shit, I rolled a 1!" wailed Sarah.

Continuing with the scenario, Sean explained "you're caught completely unaware as you're tackled from behind! You feel a jarring weight crashing into your back and the next thing you know, you're face down in the grassy field. The earthy soil muffles your screams as more and more weight piles onto you."

Strength check: 7

"You're able to wiggle to your back but you can't dislodge the multiple goblins bearing down. You're aware of at least five pairs of grubby hands holding you but the unrecognizable shrieks and howls outside of your field of vision imply there are even more waiting.

Strength check: 3

"I'm sorry Sarah. You can't free yourself and you insisted on running ahead of the others. A goblin comes to stand right by your thrashing head, your pinned predicament making him seem almost giant as he looms over you. He readies his axe, raises it slowly, and lines it with your neck."

"WAIT!" Sarah shrieked, startling the storyteller. "C'mon guys, you're not really going to kill Barbie, are you?"

"Well, it is a stupid name," offered Sam.

"And you do hog all of the loot," added Tony.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Please! I love this character. It's...it's supposed to be me, you know? Please, I'll do anything."

Sam's face lit up at the prospect. "Anything? You'll finally larp with us after this?"

"Yes! Fine! Fuck! I'll do your shitty live-action role-playing garbage. Just let me keep Barbie."

The group turned to Sean, awaiting his final judgement. The DM let the pause linger for a moment before he finally spoke. "Hand over your character sheet."

With a whimper, Sarah complied, assuming this meant the end of Barbie the Buxom Barbarian.

"Your character panics and is no longer yours to control. I'll dictate her actions until the scenario is over."

"Seeing the weapon aimed for your neck, your struggle intensifies. The grubby goblins gripping you desperately seek a grip wherever they can, and your skimpy armor doesn't give them many options. Your bikini briefs are tugged during the struggle but are held in place by Barbie's ample warrior waist. The brazier is less fortunate. A large wobbling tit escapes it confines! Gravity and positioning pull the bulbous breast towards the side of your rib cage but the enormity of it leaves plenty of creamy tit flesh exposed to the frenzied goblins looking onward."

"Oh my god," whispered Sarah.

"Holy shit," echoed the remaining two party members in unison.

"'Rougle cyeth!' screeched the axe-wielding goblin. Your executioner's loincloth begins tenting out, still looming over your bewildered face. Your wide emerald eyes have a front-row seat to a disproportionately gigantic green cock sprouting above you. Its veiny girth casts a foreboding shadow over the hysterical hero. You're both shocked and amazed that such a large limb could grow from such a small creature."

"Sensing a shift in the air, a new type of frenzy begins to build amongst your swarming attackers. Both your sword and the goblin leader's axe are out of your reach but serve as a violent reminder of what awaits you if the creatures are displeased."

"Tiny, clawed hands are now frantically pawing at every part of your plump body." The description earned a glare from Sarah, but no protest was uttered aloud.

"The chain-mail bralette now resembles a belly dancer's waist chain after it's dragged down your torso. The other large, fleshy breast is momentarily exposed to the sun's rays. An exploratory pair of hands each reach for a fat tit, squeezing and jiggling, marveling at their size and weight. A chorus of what you assume are delighted cheers erupt from the tiny green monsters. The heaving breasts spill out of their diminutive hands, the rough, almost scaly, texture sending a myriad of sensations spiraling through the sensitive orbs."

"The gathering are especially delighted when they locate your rock-hard, pebble-sized nipples. Your back arches in response to the flurry of flicks and pinches. The goblin assigned to 'lefty' gets a strong reaction out of cruelly twisting it between his bony fingers. It's as though these goblins are perverted manifestations of lust, birthed by Barbie's tendency to tease her teammates. Surely the warrior was aware of the way her pokies poked beneath her armor, tantalizing and distracting her party during critical missions."

Sarah looked down at her own bursting bust. The size and shape made seeing her own nips impossible from this vantage point, but she was sure Sean was making a meta reference to the effect his story was having on her.

"The barbarian's bikini bottoms are the next victim of the mauling army still pinning you down. The short grass feels prickly on your ample backside but it's the slightly chill autumn air that blows in the bigger revelation; you're sopping wet. This is fortunate because the green goblin that found its way between your legs seemed to have particularly rough, grubby fingers. They're unceremoniously forced into your dripping sex. Their flesh feels hot, even in your smoldering little honeypot. The digits were probing. Testing. Trying to figure out what you can accommodate and not necessarily concerned about your discomfort."

"Another goblin, this one bigger than all but the erect executioner standing over you, shoved the two tending to your tits aside and straddles your stomach. You hear the 'thud' of his thick member slapping your sternum before you feel its heat radiating from between your breasts. He too is rough in the handling of your plump pair as he squeezes them together around his shaft. His hips begin bucking immediately, humping away at the velvety pocket your tender teats have supplied."

"Your prized chest, usually thrust out in pride, is now nothing more than a half-sized humanoid's masturbation tool. There are strange fingers in your cunt and another cock looming overhead. Others still are stroking themselves, awaiting an opening to use your bound body. You call yourself a warrior? This new wave of humiliation causes Barbie to attempt one more escape roll."

Strength check: 8

"Planting your booted feet firmly and flexing your thick thighs, you arch your hips into the air hoping to catch the creatures by surprise. You successfully dislodge the digits from your sopping snatch but only earn a grin from the goblin frantically fucking your tits. He seems to enjoy the new bucking bronco act. Worse yet, the new position allows the one between your legs to grab hold of your wondrous hips and sink his hot, emerald pipe into your unprepared pussy. The strokes are shallow but the pace is maddening and your head swims as a result."

"MMmmmm...," Sarah slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified that she had been so caught up in the session that she had moaned aloud in front of her friends. Sean had been a pervy poet possessed. She had forgotten that Sam and Tony were even in the room, or that she was in any room for that matter. She was simply seeing herself in a field while Sean narrated her ordeal.

"That's some excellent role-playing Sarah. I think you've earned your character back for a moment." Sean passed the sheet detailing Barbie's stats to her as he continued speaking. "Why don't you tell us how it feels to be so thoroughly used? What's going through your....I mean Barbie's mind as your enemy has their way with those fat tits and tight pussy?"

"Oh. Well. It's humiliating, but, I don't know, kind of thrilling?"

"Go on," the DM urged.

"I feel so helpless. You...they...could do whatever they want to me. These creatures acting on pure instinctual. Using me. I'm a toy with tits to them. It makes me wonder if that's how others would treat me. If that's how others see me."

"Do you want that?"

"Maybe? Yes, I think I do. Barbie, I mean. I think she's always wanted to try that. To be used, and bound, against her will. A proud warrior wouldn't consent to this, right?" Sarah didn't even realize her hand had dipped to the crotch of her shorts, unconsciously trying to alleviate the warmth spreading from that region. Was it always so hot in here? She was having trouble focusing and desperately needed a release from the buildup that she didn't know was steadily growing within her.

"Good job," Sean said, taking the character-sheet back once more. Looking her steadily in the eyes he followed with, "good girl."

"The largest goblin has had enough. Kneeling in the grass he pulls your red hair roughly, turning your head and guiding your lips to his rancid member. You open without further prompt and extend your tongue. The hot, stinky rod is shoved violently forward, roughly bumping the back of your throat and immediately triggering a bout of gagging and sputtering. Uncaringly he does it again. And again. And again. You successfully choke back the bile threatening to rise but can't hold back the tears that now spill down your sullied face. The air fills with the sounds of gagging and choking and slurping and fucking, hollering and squealing and moaning alike. The very dirt beneath you becomes a muddied mix of spittle and teardrops with a dash of viridescent pre-cum."

"Sarah, you've successfully taken the member in your mouth all the way down to his giant green beans. Your head has disappeared under a putrid loincloth and the gang can see your arousal dripping into the valley of your hefty ass. You can feel others grinding their goblin cocks on your exposed flesh. Some have forced your hands around their erections, others content to simply fuck themselves against your thighs or even your covered feet. One creative creature has salvaged a lock of your hair that's not being used to steer your mouth and is busy pleasuring himself with it."

Endurance check: 5

"The exploitation, the humiliation, the rapid-fire pussy pistoning all proves to be too much. You feel an ache in your core that flourishes into an urgent need! You moan helplessly around the cock between your lips. You wish there was some leverage to buck back against the goblin churning your cunt. You're so close, so painfully close to tipping over and it's driving you mad. Your breasts ache, your scalp burns. So close. You plead internally, incapable of doing much else. Right as you think you might get there, that you might claim the pleasure you're seeking, you feel a burning liquid pumping into your quivering crotch! The volume and heat of the thick batter, combined with the sudden stillness of the meaty bat that was previously battering your box, causes you to trip and stumble before crossing the climactic finish line."

"You howl and whimper in desperate need, writhing as much as the goblin gangbang allows you to. A flood of filthy, frothy, green spunk pours from between your legs when you're uncorked, and you've never felt so simultaneously full and empty."

"The sloppy face fuck intensifies. Despite suspecting what's about to happen, you're still caught off guard when the acrid spunk quickly fills, and overfills, your mouth. The slimy substance burns as it's rerouted out your nose and dribbles past your sealed lips. Most of it is forced directly down your throat. Panic washes over you as you're denied air for long moments. You have no way of alerting your attackers and there's no guarantee they would help you regardless. This is it; goblin spunk pouring from multiple orifices, your nose buried in thick dingy pubes, and an especially energetic enemy still mauling your breasts around his dribbling dick."

"You begin seeing spots as consciousness drifts away from you. In that final moment of surrender there's an eerie peace for your ravaged body. And in that moment, you cum."

"You cum, and you cum HARD! The executioner finally pulls out and you orgasmically moan your way through a bout of hacking and sputtering. You thrash in rejoice. You shed tears of joy as oxygen finds its way past the filth oozing out of you, past the orgasmic energy bursting out of you. You've never felt such ecstasy! Your battered body mixes signals of bliss with the return of your breath until your mind is convinced that cumming on these goblin cocks is life itself."

"This revelation is punctuated by the thick dick that's slapped against your cheek as you gasp for air. The creature mashes his stiff member along the bridge of your nose, against your forehead, and all along your skin as he proceeds with a unique style of face fucking. Your slobbering snatch is quickly filled once again, and you didn't even realize the goblin going to town on your tits had already deposited a batch that spurted up your sternum, clavicle, and neck."

"When Brugnar and Michah (Sam and Tony's characters) finally find you hours later, you're completely unrecognizable. Their approach sent the goblins fleeing. In their wake lay a shivering, quivering mess of fluids and filth. Bite marks adorn your still tented nipples, or what can be seen of them beneath oozing piles of green spunk. Both holes between your legs lay gaping, almost desperately trying to slurp up the copious cream leaking out. It appears multiple goblins took part in glazing your face and matting your hair. You're barely breathing and one wild eye stares upward, but unseeing. The other is stuck shut."

Constitution check: 14

"Multiple orgasms were ripped out of you this night. The ecstasy nearly drove you mad, but you'll recover. Mostly. The ordeal permanently altered Barbie and if she doesn't seek to recreate the feeling of being used at intervals of my choosing, she'll suffer penalties on all skills and spells requiring concentration until she does."

Sean couldn't help but notice the rhythmic rise of fall of Sarah's chest as he leaned over to return her character-sheet. Her breathing was shallow, and she seemed to be licking her lips quite a bit. "I think this would be a good spot to end the session."

"Wow," she exclaimed. "That was...pretty intense. Yeah, I think, whew, I think I need to head back to the dorm and, um, process that. I have some ideas for some additional backstory."

"Oh, you can't leave yet," Sean interrupted, grabbing the bewildered player by the wrist. "You agreed to do a larping session with us."

"Right, right, I completely forgot. What do I need for that campaign?"

"Nothing, you'll be playing the same character. In fact, we're going to reenact the same storyline Barbie just went through."