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[b][u][center]The Games Continue

For Nataraj

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Alex had never quite understood what a split personality would feel like, but he thought that he was starting to get a good idea. That, or at least, a mixed one, considering how it went.

He was always conscious of things, there was no doubt of that. He remembered going to Deleram’s first session as a DM, enjoying what the elephant did, remembered how real the world of fantasy and magic and power had seemed. He remembered how each session seemed to get more real than the last, almost like some sort of cartoon where they were falling down the rabbit hole and experiencing a different world every time.

And he remembered how it felt to leave the game store, feeling more like Nataraj than he did Alex.

The feeling was...strange, to put it mildly. He still felt like himself, but it was like he was having some of Nataraj’s confidence, sluttiness, sexiness. It felt like he left the game store with a whole new attitude to him, something that made him want to hit the streets and find some partners for the night.

He hadn’t, yet, but the feeling was there, and it was starting to stick around for longer and longer, almost like there was some sort of shift happening. Every game day, it felt like it took Alex longer and longer to feel himself, and longer and longer for Nataraj to slip away.

This last time, they ended their game session on a Saturday, and he’d only just ‘come back’ on Thursday. He’d spent Friday getting things in order for the weekend, and now…

Well, now, he was sitting barefoot in the game store again, his sandals left at home this time. After all, Nataraj always walked everywhere barefoot, and it felt good to get in character before he showed up.

[i]But...why?[/i]

He didn’t know. He just knew that it felt right, that he would feel better once the game started, that he would feel more himself once they were in the fantasy world and having fun once more. How he knew that, he didn’t know, but he trusted the feeling.

The human leaned back in his chair a bit, feeling a bit self-conscious as he put his feet up on the table, but it didn’t stop him. Some people had started staring at him for going barefoot everywhere, but somehow, that only made it hotter. The fact that people were noticing him being barefoot was...kinda sexy?

Yeah, maybe more than kinda, considering the boner that he was hiding. He blushed, curling his toes, almost on the verge of putting his sweaty feet back below the table. He didn’t, but god, suddenly, he was more embarrassed than he’d felt since Friday, when he realized that he had a cock ring on that he hadn’t taken off since Wednesday. He didn’t even know where the hell that thing had come from, just that it made him feel nice and hard and horny. Didn’t even stop him from cumming, just felt [i]good.[/i]

Alex shook his head. Something was going on. Maybe he should talk to -

“Ah, you are early. It is good to see you again, Alex. Or are you Nataraj, today?”

The soft, soothing, deep voice of the DM made him feel a bit better. He turned and smiled at the barefoot elephant as he walked into the room, taking a deep breath. The big guy had a soothing sort of musk to him, something that he had gotten more and more used to as the game days went on. He let out a small sigh of happiness as Deleram sat down across from him, looking down as the elephant brought his feet up.

They were massive, they were, gray-soled and damp, and the smell was all the stronger as they were pushed across the table. They nudged his feet, marking his soles with the smell of elephant sweat, and he groaned, blushing, almost giggling as he felt much more relaxed. His nerves seemed to drain away, sweated out as the elephant’s greater heat rubbed into the soles of his feet.

And most strange of all were the toe-rings that the elephant wore, each one golden and marked with a different name. Alex was sure that he saw Nataraj printed on one, but the very idea that Deleram would go out of his way to get one for each of them that way…

It should have been strange, but it felt caring, instead.

“Now, my little [i]pleasure[/i] lizard.”

Alex shivered, feeling like his pants were suddenly too tight, his jeans squeezing both his balls and his ass at the same time. They hadn’t...had they...had they grown? No, surely not. Even though Nataraj was wider, rounder, more ‘fertile’ looking than he was, that was not going to happen just from a word…

Another breath, and he relaxed, the worry taken from him. He blinked his eyes a few times, shaking his head. Was there a chain attached to the Nataraj ring that hadn’t been there before? He didn’t think so, but…

He groaned. No. Focus. The DM was there. Deleram smiled, wiggling his toes just enough to keep his eyes going down, up, down, up, unable to quite settle. He swore that the air was getting thicker with that sexy smell, too, harder and harder to ignore as he paid attention to those dancing toes.

“Have you been staying nice and [i]relaxed,[/i] my dear lizard?”

“I’m...I’m just playing a lizard, heh...but I'm staying nice and relaxed, yeah.”

“How long were you nice and [i]relaxed[/i] this time?”

“All the way to Thursday.”

Thursday? That was the day when Alex had felt himself again, and not like Nataraj. Not having that swaggering confidence, not having that...that…

He breathed again, and the brief confusion fell away, leaving him smiling again, leaving him feeling stiffer, harder, warmer, needier than ever in his pants. Oh, there was a definite chain coming off that toe-ring now, slowly drifting across the table. Heh. Was it some sort of snake-chain? That would be cool.

“Good, good. It’s nice to feel so relaxed, isn’t it? Nice to feel so warm and happy and full of [i]pleasure,[/i] isn’t it?”

There it was again, that word. He groaned under his breath, his toes curling. Were they longer? They felt a bit longer, almost like the nails were touching the bottom of his feet now, stretching out a little bit. Mmm, it felt good. Very good. And his hips...constrained, yes, but his pants were making little ripping sounds, little feelings of tearing cloth down there.

“Yeah...it feels good.”

“Does it feel right?”

“Mmm...it doesn’t feel wrong…”

“Good. You have a wonderful character. You should be proud of him.”

“You gave him to me. I wasn’t planning it, at first…”

“Yes, but he is good. Nataraj is just what you need…”

“Yeah…”

“He’s a good [i]pleasure[/i] lizard, just like you want to be.”

Oh, that word was definitely doing something. Alex groaned, his toes curling tighter than ever, and this time he definitely felt something tickling and scritching along the bottom of his foot. His cock felt pinned against his groin, his balls swelling, pushing down, almost ripping through his underwear, and his rump -

RIIIIIP!

Oh, something gave way, though he wasn’t sure what. Something uncomfortable, though, since he felt more comfortable now. He wanted to feel like there was something off, something wrong, but...but why? Why would he feel that? He felt good.

By the time that he was able to open his eyes and focus on the table again, the gold chain had gone all the way from the elephant’s toe to his side of the table. Alex cocked his head to the side as if lifted off of the flat surface, bobbing back and forth in front of him like a snake. Almost musk-drunk, he giggled, reaching out to pet it.

As it rubbed back against his hand, it slithered up toward his neck, slowly pulling around it. He swore that it was forming something...something solid…

He was pulled forward by the chain as it turned into a collar around his neck, groaning and moaning softly under his breath as he was drawn closer and closer to the DM’s big, gray feet. The heat coming off those soles made him smile, feeling almost as good as a lizard under a heat lamp.

As he opened his mouth, he felt something shift, something stretch. What? Oh, no, nothing. That was just Alex’s mouth turning into Nataraj’s, getting more of a snout, more of a longer face. He would have chuckled if he wasn’t suddenly pulled between the elephant’s toes, his nose drawn in against them.

One breath, and he moaned, feeling the scales rippling over him, the heat feeling comforting rather than uncomfortable, supportive rather than oppressive. He sucked in a breath, and another RIIIIIP filled the air, this time from the front of his pants. A massive weight dropped, and he somehow knew that those were his balls, swinging forward and back against the side of the table.

He stood on scaly tiptoes against the table, sniffing against the DM’s toes, sucking in the musk that clung to them. With every breath, that warm confidence and submission was growing, making him smile in less of a drunk way and more of a slightly cocky, slightly bardic way.

[i]Oooh, I like this...I like this...a lot…[/i]

Something about the scent was spreading through the store, too. He was vaguely aware of the employees changing their appearance, their clothes becoming more medieval, more period-specific. It was nice.

It was very nice.

“Since the other players are late, I’m giving you a bonus for punctuality. Consider it a stat boost, my lovely little [i]pleasure[/i] lizard.”

And just like that, Nataraj felt the boost. A greater sense of balance, a greater sense of dexterity to take full advantage of his huge ass, his long feet, his feminine curves. He moaned, the lizard finally bursting free of the human clothes, ready to sit down and play...as soon as he was done paying respect to his elephant master’s feet.

After all, one must respect the Master of the Dungeon.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]