Starlight MMO

There once was a time that I was a video game junky. Okay, to be fair, I still am, but my focus has headed in different directions. It all started a few months ago, back at college. I'd been sitting in the cafeteria, trying to study biochemistry while eating lunch, when my best friend, Melissa, sat down, her phone in hand, occasionally tapping at it. I probably wouldn't have cared much until she yelled: "Got it\!" I looked up from my textbook and glanced around. No one was staring at her, so that was a relief. I looked at her and realized that, for the first time since we were kids, Melissa was wearing a noticeable amount of makeup. She also looked like she'd lost some weight. Well, mostly.

Since Mel and I had been kids, we'd always been on the chubby side of curvy, what everyone considered the local "fat chicks". I didn't care, really. I was too busy with classes and games. Board games, card games, and especially video games. At five feet and six inches tall, I was a curvy two-hundred and fifty pounds. Mel was similar, though she was a couple of inches taller than I was. We both exchanged clothes frequently and there had been a time or two we'd compared bra sizes, with Mel wearing a 44C while I normally wear a 42D. Now, though, her breasts looked larger than mine.

Shaking my head, I hissed at her. "Keep it done," I said, looking around again. "What are you playing anyway?"

Mel blinked and looked at me. She brushed her brown bangs back. "Oh, hey. It's a new MMO I picked up, called Starlight. I didn't think it would be this much fun, but Mark sent me an invite and I ended up giving it a try. The best part, aside from how much fun it is, is that I can play it on my PC and my phone, so, whenever I have some free time, I don't miss out. Oh, and it's free to play, too. I mean, you can subscribe, but I haven't yet." Her eyes widened. "Hey, could I send you an invite? We'd both get some cool freebies and then we could talk about the game."

If I was honest with myself, I was getting bored with the current games on my PC and could use a slight distraction. "Sure, I guess," I offered. Before I realized what Mel was doing, she'd turned her phone toward me and took a picture. "Hey, did I say you could take my picture?"

Mel shrugged. "It's how they prevent people from claiming codes that haven't before. You'll have to verify that it's really you when you enter the code."

I grumbled at that. I didn't like having my picture taken. "Well, you could've asked first. You still haven't told me what the game's about."

"Well, you see," Mel began. Her watched beeped at her and she paused. "Whoops, got to run. English 112 is in ten minutes. Talk to you later." Mel didn't wait for a reply as she dashed off. It occurred to me, as she did, that she didn't have her bookbag. Also, since when was she taking English courses? Shaking my head, I noted the email that came in on my phone, inviting me to play, before going back to eating lunch and studying.

I admit that the thought of a new game ate me all day. I was, to say the least, distracted. Still, after classes and three hours as a pizza delivery driver, I was ready to sit down and Zen out on whatever Starlight was. Comfortable in my panties and a tee, I sat down in front of my computer and began to wonder about the game. I'd figured it was something sci-fi based, given the name. I couldn't be further from the truth. I logged onto the website and was first assaulted by the pastel nature of it. The entire game's premise was based around finding success in "Jollywood", which, likely, was their version of Hollywood. I glanced through some of the features and, despite the theme, there was significant class depth and variation along with plenty of story choices. There were hints at unlocking new portions of the website depending on character development. That intrigued me.

I pulled up the email I'd received that linked me to the game and entered the code. Much to my chagrin, the website did ask me to verify if the unflattering picture was me, which I did. I thought about a username and ultimately selected GamerGirl34. Why? Well, I was a gamer girl and I was born on March the fourth. It made sense to me at the time. I logged in and was off the races, as it were.

The tutorial, if you could call it that, was more designed to help you choose your starting classes and abilities by having you go through small mini-games. If you did well, it raised the suggestions for certain classes. If you did poorly, it lowered them in other. By the end, it came down to a couple of multiple-choice questions, one of which offered a "difficulty rating". I'm a glutton for punishment, so I skipped past medium for "hardcore". Before it would let me play in "hardcore mode", it did warn me that I had to be eighteen or older to play on that setting and took my credit card information to verify.

The game started me as a "plus-sized" model, trying to make herself famous. The mini-games to level up were simple at first but addictive. I'd been playing for four hours before a pop-up came up suggesting I install it on my phone as well. I looked at the time. It was already 1 AM\! I stopped long enough to install it on my phone before pulling off my tee and panties.

I stepped into the shower as the game loaded and was out after it was done. I sat down on the edge of my bed with my hair in a towel and pulled up the app. To my surprise, I'd earned a few new class points just for adding the app. That was cool of them. Skimming through the class tree, I noticed that you could put points toward moving from "plus-sized model" to what was listed as "model". There were two paths and one was shorter than the other, but it would show what the benefits would be by taking the shorter route. Still, it was going to be quicker and I had to catch up to Melissa.

Unsurprisingly, the fast lane had drawbacks. While the character's weight did go down, so did her focus. In addition to this, a new stat was added: purity. There was a tutorial explaining it, which offered a free skill tree point for completing it. I looked at the clock. I didn't imagine it would take too long. It was only a tutorial. It hopped my character into story mode where she ended up at a bar with her manager. The game then gave my character a bunch of choices.

In each instance, I had the choice that had a heart, which meant "remain pure", which would make it harder to proceed, or a coin, which meant it was the "lose purity" option. The coin option also gave my character some bonus XP, but my purity score started going down each time. They also involved doing something I'd normally be opposed to, such as accepting a drink from the manager, flirting with him, or kissing him. The last choice threw me. There was an option for my character to give her manager a blowjob. I was going to say no, but it offered an additional skill point if I chose the "lose purity" option. At this point, I was already down a third of my character's purity, so I figured what was one more loss.

A lot, apparently, as my character's purity dropped to half and there was a surprisingly vivid cutscene. I found myself getting aroused by it, my hand going to my breast and groping it while I watched my character suck her manager off. By the time he came over her face, my hand was buried between my legs, rubbing my clit. I came not long after.

Somewhat embarrassed, I got up and cleaned myself off before returning to the game on my phone. I'd finished the tutorial and unlocked all but one of the skill points needed to go from the "plus-sized model" class to "regular model" class. I skimmed the model skill tree and found that there were also now options there I hadn't noticed before. Yawning, I set my alarm on my phone and turned the screen off. I finished drying my hair and laid down, passing out shortly thereafter.

I dreamed of being on a bed that wasn't my own. I was the center of an orgy. A woman straddled my face while one man fucked my tits, and another filled my pussy. As I ate her out, I could fill my tits stretching out, swelling, enveloping the man's cock as his hard shaft thrust between my titties. I loved it. I was the center of attention. I wanted more. I wanted…

Ten more minutes of sleep. My alarm went off and I stumbled out of bed. My room still faintly smelled like I'd been masturbating. I sprayed some fragrance in the room to cover the scent before taking another shower, just to be on the safe side. While my mind was groggy, my body felt lighter. My breasts felt pleasantly sensitive and, as I washed them, I ended up playing with them. They simply felt too wonderful not to. They also felt bigger. Instead of being concerned, I was turned on. My mind went back to the dream and, before long, I was moaning, begging my phantom lover to fuck my titties and make me cum. When I did, it was the most intense orgasm I could recall, but it still left me wanting more.

I hurriedly washed off and pulled on my panties and my bra, which both felt tight. I stared at myself in the mirror and my breasts were noticeably larger. Checking the time, if I hurried, I could stop at the plus-sized clothing store that was on the way to the pizza place I worked.

Now, as I said before, I knew my bra size by heart. I had been that size since I was seventeen and I was now twenty-two. Much to my surprise, my bra size was now a 40G. A 40G\! I needed to go up a size for my panties as well. It was almost as if all the weight I'd lost from my chest and waist had gone to my hips and tits. I bought two bras and a pack of panties and wore one of the bras under my uniform as I left. The cost of the bras made me pray for a good day of tips.

Mark, the pizzeria owner, complimented me on my appearance, wanting to know if I'd lost some weight. I lied and said I had but didn't bring up the topic. I did check the game just before my shift started. Tips were good. By the time my lunch rolled around, I'd made enough to cover the cost of the bras. I checked back on the game.

A new storyline had opened, which offered the skill point I needed to shift from "plus-sized" to "normal". I quickly ran through the choices until it came to the last part. I had to choose whether to do a lingerie shoot, which was the "lose purity" option. It was worth a lot of credits, though, but also came with a minigame. I decided it was worth the risk and saw my character's purity drop below fifty percent. It wasn't that hard and the cutscenes of my character showing off her body were cute. In the end, I got the credits and the skill point. Because I'd scored so high, a stat bump option was listed: spend all the creds from the shoot on implants or save them. Well, the "implants" option upped my character's appearance substantially, so that seemed smart.

In hindsight, I should have paid more attention. I turned the phone off and walked out, not noticing that my breasts were swelling inside my uniform and growing more spherical. My walk seemed to naturally adjust for my larger tits. I paid no attention to the fact that the guys that worked there were gawking at me. I was used to them staring at me. I may have been a "fat chick", but I was a cute "fat chick". I'd had to turn them down before when they'd asked me on dates, so them staring at my body was typical.

After a few deliveries, though, tips were rising. I had one guy compliment me on my appearance, going so far to ask me why I was working for a pizza joint. I giggled at that, saying it was only part-time while I was in college. He offered to tip me twenty if I showed him my tits. I laughed it off and, while I did consider it, decided against it.

When my last break came up, I pulled the game up again. I only had time enough to check it and spend a skill point. I had three choices: poise, seduction, and appearance. I meant to choose "appearance", but Mark startled me, so I pressed "seduction" instead. Sucking on my breath, I was annoyed that I'd have to make up that point later. "Did you need something, Mark?" I asked.

"Could you come to my office?" Mark asked. "Terry's going to cover for you for a few minutes."

I was worried that I'd done something wrong, so, turning off my phone, I followed him into the office. He closed and, unbeknownst to me, locked the door. "So, as you probably know, I have a manager position available. It's between you and Terry."

I smiled. I'd been hoping for a promotion for a while. I grinned at him as he sat down. "I'd love to be a manager," I said, leaning against the door. "You know that. Would you believe I had some guy offer me a tip if I flashed him earlier?"

Mark's eyes were on my tits which, for the first time, I noticed were larger than before. I also noticed the look of hunger on his face. "So, trying to decide who should get the job?" I asked, moving away from the door. "Maybe I can sway your decision." Part of me couldn't believe I was doing this, but another part argued that it was easy money. I dropped to my knees between his legs and lifted my uniform shirt up over my tits. I leaned forward and cupped my tits. They felt firmer than they had before. "Is this what I need to prove my qualifications?"

Mark nodded, his hands replacing mine on my tits. I bit back a moan as I unzipped his fly. Fishing out his cock, it wasn't all that large, but it was the first I'd ever thought about sucking on. As my lips wrapped around his shaft, I smiled. So what if I was acting like a big tittied slut? I was getting ahead. That was what mattered. I thought about the game and how my character would do the same.

I left the office with the manager position but spent the rest of the night doing deliveries. I even flashed one customer who offered a fifty dollar tip. Easy money. When I went home and took off my bra, freeing my bowling ball sized tits, I was confused. The tag on the bra said 40J. Didn't I buy a 40G bra earlier? It didn't matter. I sat down, naked in my computer chair, and reached for my dildo, though I couldn't recall how it had gotten in my computer desk. I slid it inside me, teasing my pussy with it, while I played more Starlight MMO.

The next morning, I woke with my room smelling like sex. I kind of liked the smell, to be honest. I faintly remembered my dream from the night before: something about a photo shoot at a barn of all places. Looking at my phone, I realized I'd overslept my first two classes. Part of me wanted to feel bad about that, but that also meant that I didn't need to head to the college for another couple of hours. I took a quick shower – well, as quick as I could given that I couldn't help but play with my boobs until I came – dried off and then slipped on my panties. I didn't remember buying the pair I was wearing, a silky pastel pink pair with lace trim, but they felt so nice.

I sat down, topless, in front of my computer, determined to get in an hour or so of Starlight. It didn't take long to save up enough points to buy the last dot on the "Model" tree. I was so happy when three new class branches opened. There was a fourth one that was locked, due to my character's "purity" being too low, but I didn't care. I quickly scanned the three trees to see what my options were.

The first option was the longest but the most linear: actress. While it could be interesting, I wanted to get to the end game content quickly. The second option was shorter but had a lot of little subsections that I could go back for. The thing that surprised me about the second tree was the class: porn star. I couldn't imagine how the company got away with something like that and then remembered the scene with the character's manager earlier in the game. The last tree was listed as "gold digger". The skill tree was short but looking at the perks available, it didn't feel like it was worth it compared to the "porn star" class. It was also more restrictive than the "actress" class.

Ultimately, I chose the "porn star" class. The game asked me to confirm as the choice was not reversible, given I was playing in "hard mode." I confirmed it, thinking I could always go back and run another character through. At least, I thought I could. That was the first time that I thought about a second character. Logging out on my PC, I went back to the character log in screen only to find "new character" locked out. The help icon showed that while I was in hardcore mode until the expansion content was completed, only one character was available to play. It then linked me to all the perks that came with subscribing. My head felt a bit fuzzy as I read through them all, but it looked like it would help me get through. I also had to shell out forty dollars for the expansion.

After paying for it and spending another twenty bucks on a month's membership, I logged back in. Curiously, my character now had access to a few stores I didn't have before, an improved agent, a plastic surgeon, and three new character skill points as a reward for buying the expansion and getting my subscription. Looking at the skill tree, the main branches were for different kinks, but the primary one involved appearance and sexual prowess. I decided to spread my points a bit, as they were freebies, and put one in the kink "bimbo", one in the kink for "silk" and one in the normal porn star skill tree, which, like, added several points to my "sexual prowess". Again, the game asked me to confirm, which I did.

I set an alarm and started playing the game again, not noticing as my lips swelled just enough to add a small pout, while my tits grew larger on my chest. If someone had asked me if I'd ever gotten breast implants, I'd have thought not, but, looking at me, there was no hiding it. My tits seemed unnaturally perky from the saline forms that were swelling inside my breasts. That's not to say they were completely fake. Pictures on my walls started to change, showing a thinner but bustier me. My blogs changed on the internet, now talking about growing up with large breasts and wanting larger ones instead of Dungeons and Demigods.

As I continued to play, my weight shifted in my body, pounds melting from my waist and redistributing to my ass and tits. I continued with the story questline as my character starred in her first small porno: a jerk off instruction. I found myself mirroring the movement of the mouse in my right hand with the dildo in my left. When my character grabbed her breast, so did I, my moans louder than the ones from the game. I was acting like a complete slut and loving it. I watched as my score kept getting higher and higher until I got a perfect score. My body shuddered as I came, harder than I ever remembered.

As my body relaxed, I was able to focus on the screen. There was an option to gain a free bonus skill point for doing so well that would be assigned automatically. "A free skill point?" I thought. "That's really nice of them." I accepted and blinked. I felt dizzy for a moment. When my eyes focused, it took a moment to remember what I was doing. I opened the skill tree and saw that I'd received a free point in the "bimbo" class. I moaned as my titties swelled up again. I stared down at them, my hands cupping my growing boobies. They were, like, so big.

I looked back at the game and realized I had one skill point left to spend. The "bimbo" class had five more points to unlock. I wasn't certain if I wanted my character to go all the way down that path, but the next dot gave me a free skill point in the main "porn star" tree, so it was a two for one deal, so it seemed totally worth it. Again, I confirmed it and felt another wave of dizziness. When I was able to concentrate, I frowned. My characters IQ had dropped. I couldn't remember how high it was earlier, but it seemed lower.

My alarm went off, reminding me to get ready for class. I logged off the MMO and went to grab one of the bras I'd bought. It looked bigger than I remembered it being from the other day, as did all the rest of my bras. 36L? Did they even make bras that big? I mean, they kind of had to because that was how big my bra was, right?

I went to grab my favorite blouse and was surprised that it was no longer cotton. It was silk. It was the same color. The front fit, though I left the top button undone to show off some cleavage. It also felt amazing. Thinking about it, I checked my other clothes. There was almost no cotton. It was all mostly nylon or silk. Even my pants weren't true denim anymore. They were stretch pants made to look like denim and damn did they look nice around my ass.

Shaking my head, I slipped on a pair of three-inch heels, grabbed my book bag, wondering for a moment when it had become pink and black instead of red and black, and headed to my car. I got in, not thinking about the fact that my car was now pink, too. I drove out to campus and got lucky finding a cute parking spot. Every step on the way in, my tits would sway one way while my ass swayed the other. Both guys and girls stared at me and I loved the attention, so much so that I was almost late to my calculus class.

As I sat down, I noticed that I was surrounded by guys on each side of me. Usually, I sat alone, but I didn't mind. I had a hot body that I knew was making them horny. I couldn't fault them, right? When the instructor passed out the test, I frowned. It all felt like gibberish to me. Differential equations? The cosine of the inverse of Y? Why did it matter? When the teacher told everyone to turn in their tests, I had little more than my name on it.

I decided then that I didn't need calculus anymore. I headed to my car and stopped as I got inside when my phone chirped with an email alert. I checked it and there was an email from some guy named Mark. I thought about it and was confused for a moment. I knew the general manager at the pizza place was Mark but wasn't that Mel's boyfriend's name, too? Checking the email, I read it and instantly perked up. Mel had sent her Mark some pictures of us together and he wanted to know if I was still interested in doing a video or two for his production company. I didn't remember Mel sending the pictures and Mark kept calling her Missy but whatever. He wanted to hire me\! I replied that I'd love to do some videos, but that I had to work tonight. I got into my car and started heading to the pizza place. Mark… that is, pizzeria general manager Mark was supposed to be giving me new manager's shirts today. I couldn't wait to see how it looked over my tits.

When I pulled in to the parking lot, there was a new email. Mel's boyfriend Mark was on a deadline and would pay me an extra hundred dollars if I could be there in an hour. A hundred dollars? That was more than I would make all night\! Add to this, he was willing to pay me another hundred dollars per video I was willing to do that night. That was a lot of money. Sucking on my lip, I tried to figure out how I was going to explain it to "Pizzeria Mark".

It turns out that it wasn't that hard. Well, he was hard, but not for long. A quick trip to the office and a blow job later and I had the night off. That was so nice of him. I headed back to my car and drove off. Halfway there I realized I'd forgotten my new shirt. I promised myself to get it later.

I arrived at the studio and paused to check both my makeup and Starlight. I was about to choose a new skill point when there was a tap at my window. It was Missy. She looked great. I don't remember when her tits got so big, but they were almost as big as mine. I rolled down the window. "Hey, you've been sitting out here for fifteen minutes," Missy said. "Are you okay?"

I nodded then looked back at my phone. It wanted me to confirm the skill point. Had I selected one? Which one did I get? It didn't matter, really. I could always go back to whatever track I was I on. I confirmed the point and got out of the car. Missy stopped me before I got too far. I'd left my car running. I couldn't believe I'd done that. Thankfully, Missy's so smart. That must be why she's dating a cinematog… cinema… a guy who did videos.

We walked inside and chit chatted about Starlight. Missy was impressed how far I'd gotten in just two days. She asked if she could check out my build and see if she could make any recommendations. That was so nice of her and she was my best friend. She got me into Starlight, so why not? I handed her my phone and kept walking. By the time we got inside, my breasts were aching, and I wasn't sure why.

Missy handed me back my phone. "I freed up a few skill points," she said. "There was an option to remove all academics points at double cost, so I got you six more points and completed two of the skill trees you were working on."

"Wait, what?" I asked as I stepped inside. I staggered against the wall as my head spun. Out went algebra, Spanish, chemistry, and biology. I forgot all my high school literature and the drafting course I took. I still remembered learning it, but not any of what was taught. Not that it mattered now. It was like having one of those computer guys take pictures of my life and morph me into something prettier. Instead of spending homecoming alone, I remembered spending it on my knees, being fucked from behind by Bobby Jacobs while I sucked Andy Quinn's cock. Instead of studying hard for the exams during the study period, I remember reading romance novels and fashion magazines.

Strangest of all is that I remembered having to pump my breasts every morning, every day after school, and every night… and that I loved how big they made my slutty titties.

While all of this happened, I could feel my body shifting. My boobies, already sizeable L-cups, continued to grow larger. Flaps formed on my bra around my nipples for ease of access to them. Where once they were full of silicone, now I could feel them filling with milk. They were so full. I'd need to be milked soon.

As I regained my balance, I looked and saw Mark and Missy. They both looked totally concerned. "Like, I'm okay," I said, hefting my now medicine ball sized breasts with my arms. "I haven't eaten anything today, so I got a little light headed. It's totally hard keeping up with Q-cup udders, you know." How I knew they were Q-cups was beyond me, but it didn't matter. I loved my big milkers. They made me a nice living.

I heard a chime and realized it was my phone. Thankfully, the code was set to something I'd never forget: "Boobs". Starlight was still up on my phone and my skill points were up. I still kinda remembered how to play. The game is fun, even if Missy said it was super easy. I think she said that. I don't remember. Anyway, I checked the skill points and the "bimbo" class had been finished, as had the "lactation" fetish track. It was nice of Missy to help make my character just like me.

"Well, the guys are ready in the other room," Mark said, taking my hand.

"Like, give me one minute," I whined, "I'm almost done." The story mode gave me the option to either restart on hard mode again or keep going into the advanced porn star class.

I've never regretted choosing to continue, though I never did play Starlight MMO again. After all, I've got four men and a gangbang waiting to have their way with me. I'm a lactating bimbo and I love every minute of it.