Buffzerker

[superlurker]

It had been a couple weeks since my wife and I transitioned to New World Online, the wild post-apocalyptic survival plan that the government and top inventors had whipped together. My wife, Ariela, and her mother Gloria had transitioned over to NWO with our daughter Jennifer and gotten her set up in Kids' World. Basically a giant playground like Fortnite minus the violence. It had been an odd sensation watching my daughter, wife, and mother-in-law die. The ExoPods were state of the art full digital immersion devices but the transition to NWO killed the body after a few days.

After disposing of the bodies there was about a week before Asteroid Astaroth arrived and wiped out the part of humanity that hadn't transitioned to NWO. I finally settled into my ExoPod and entered NWO.

The starting area was staid. Normal, even. A series of options were presented to me. Flipping through them I had a few pieces of information to go on. My wife had selected a tank class -- the game itself informed me, assuming spouses would continue to be together -- and I eventually selected the Godspeaker specialty cleric class of the True Man race, a neo-Viking people who stood eight feet tall and were proportionally massive. Godspeakers were like a combination of normal cleric and Norse skalds, chanting to buff and heal allies while fighting on the front line in combat.

I dropped into a city called Nightholm, inside of an inn. Seated at the table next to me was a Moon Elf Woman who looked vaguely like my wife Ariela. If my wife was pale-skinned, six and a half feet tall, with platinum hair and ice blue eyes. But the overlay indicated this was Ariela. A Moon Elf Berserker. When she got up to hug me her sleeves billowed out with muscle; clearly the berserker class was a strength-dependent one. It was strange to see a muscular elf, though.

"Hey honey, you're a few days late. Everything go ok?" She asked, settling into my lap and snuggling up to me. "Ay' papa, this big body. Bet you've got a big surprise for me."

"I got an offer to convert some of our savings into in-game currency, so I spent a day taking care of that. How's Jenny?" I said, giving my wife a kiss. It was strange; this was my wife. Her personality said so. But she looked like a high dollar Stepford wife who was militant about her gym time.

"Mama and Jenny are having fun. Mama has no interest in all this; she an Jenny both are Moon Elves, enjoying being white chicas for now," Ariela said, grinning.

"Well, maybe we should go grind?" I asked.

"Mmm. Yeah, papi." She said, wiggling her butt against my half-erect dick.

"I meant for experience, Ari. We can do that kind of grinding later," I said, lifting her up and setting her on her feet. In real life, this was something I did pretty often. Ariela was 5'3" to my 6'3". Aside from her prodigious derriere Ari was a skinny girl, barely 110 pounds. This Ari was a lot heavier if I had to guess. Close to 200. But to a True Man, that was a light weight.

"So. Berserker?" I asked as we departed Nightholm and headed into the Duskwood.

"Mhm. Game recommended it after I said "I don't know what any of this shit means" and said it'd suit my personality." Ariela said. I stayed quiet, wisely, for a bit as we encountered low-level forest creatures that were semi-aggressive. Ariela pulled a massive sword off her back and went ham, slashing at creatures with abandon. Her massive hit point pool was what allowed her to tank. I pulled my one-handed sword free and joined her, chanting something called Novice's Balm which seemed to help her regen hit points and stamina points, which she vocally approved of between sword-swing grunts and cackles of triumph.

We hit level 10 and Ariela paused, tilting her head. "Papi, I got a specialty class quest. Something called the Buffzerker? Berserker that doesn't use armor but is still capable of tanking."

I pondered that. "I guess Berserker is a basic tier class. Your fighting style seems to have triggered a quest for a better variant. We should do the quest, babe. An ugpraded class can't hurt!"

"As long as you keep chanting that good shit, mi amor," she said, accepting the quest by tapping the air in front of her, then promptly walking away towards an indicator I didn't have. I followed along, watching this Moon Elf ass. It wasn't quite as exciting as my Ari's, but honestly the game seemed like it had been very generous. Especially considering she was six and a half feet tall. Full, curvy, but not the badonkadonk of a Puerto Rican woman post childbirth.

The quest took us to a weird zone where a bunch of elven women from all of the subtypes had gathered in a training area. They were all ripped and muscular, and none of them wore more than a bikini-style top and boy shorts with their belts and baldrics. As we turned the corner into a fenced training area we encountered the largest woman I'd ever seen. A mountain elf woman who was easily nine feet tall with muscles that put peak Arnold to shame. She wore nothing but a set of thong-back bikini bottoms. Her breasts were enormous, standing a solid foot out in front of her already massive chest. She moved her weight around with comical ease, muscles bunching and releasing as she surveyed training going on throughout the yard. She stopped when she noticed us enter.

"Greetings, Ariela. I am Becky. Your training for your new path begins now. Your husband can wait in the lodge," she said, giving me a dismissive look. "But being married and already being a mother will give you an advantage here..." she added, more quietly. Her voice was deep, like someone speaking from the bottom of a well. Or a dragon. Deeper than mine, even.

Ariela waved me off, and I went to this lodge. Around me, scantily-clad, muscular, and busty elven women roamed freely, all seemingly caught up in their training. One woman stopped and began popping off a series of squats right in front of me, grinning over her shoulder when she stood. "Gotta keep the burn going!" she said, and I smiled like I knew what she meant. Another wandered past carrying an entire dead cow over her broad shoulders, dipping her body as she did to maximize the exercise on her hamstrings, quads, calves, and glutes.

All these women were obsessed with training. They all went about it constantly, even if they were doing other things. But it was most impressive when they smacked each other. It sounded like a heavyweight boxer smashing their fist into a side of beef, but the women didn't seem fazed in the least. Their massive musculature seemed to give them the ability to shrug off blows normal people would collapse under. I was curious how effective these Buffzerkers would be in combat. I guessed "very" was the likely answer, if you could get them to stop training their physiques anyway.

[superlurker]

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[bertmacklinsbrother]

Fun idea for a story! Cant wait to see more

[jhunter]

Interesting start. Lets see how things continue.

[Lupus753]

I hope Ariel's becomes the biggest person in the game.

[superlurker]

After several hours of watching muscular women working out Ariela finally tromped up to me. She was covered in a glistening sheen from sweat and looked ever so slightly larger than when I'd left her with Becky.

"Amor, this class is wild. I get Strength and Constitution just leveling up in it, and still get my free points. Becky taught me dozens of exercises that will increase my physical stats even faster. And she gave me the secret alchemical formula that boosts all my gains even further," she said, grabbing me and pulling me from my seat with surprising ease. I was close to 500 pounds before my gear was included.

"Babe, that sounds like a lot," I said, leaning down slightly to give her a kiss before she led me off to what amounted to a barracks with two bunks to a room. She shoved me onto one of the bunks that was, thankfully, sized for someone my size and pulled out a syringe and a phial, handing them to me.

"Papi, get that ready," she said, beginning to remove her gear. Thanks to her Berserker base class her creamy, pale moon Elf skin rippled as she disrobed, showing off significant muscular development already. I was slightly distracted as I plunged the syringe into the phial and drew out whatever it was to the line. I'd been a doctor before this apocalypse, a pediatric surgeon. Ariela was an anesthesiologist. We'd met in the OR and fucked in the lounge before I finally asked her out. She whipped her leather-bra-thing off, showing off a bit of back boob before she leaned over removing her leather leggings. When we first got together Ariela's ass had been God's gift to "Hot Doctor" photo collections. Proportionally massive, tightly toned, slightly jiggly, impossibly round, and self-twerking when she strut. The one she sported now paled slightly by comparison. But it was tight, toned, and was beginning to show signs it would become something amazing with the stats my wife was going to stack on. She bent completely over, revealing her now purplish pussy completely before looking over her shoulder. "Okay, stick that in my pussy and find somewhere to depress."

"Inside your pussy, hon?" I asked, making sure I had those directions right. That was certainly a very strange place for an injection. Her si amor response was enough and I did as she instructed, finding a bit of the palate that probably wasn't a direct erogenous zone and tipping the plunger down. Ariela groaned and it sounded like pleasure mixed with pain. "What's in this, anyway?"

"Wolfsbane, troll's blood, bloodwort, jiren berry extract..." Ariela muttered as I withdrew the syringe and handed it back to her. It disappeared into her inventory along with the proferred phial. She glanced back again, staring at me. "Why are your clothes still on, papi?"

Oh. I disrobed quickly, glad the Godspeaker was a medium armor class. Ariela purred as my mostly erect 12" dick came into view. She immediately snagged it, maneuvering her damp purple quim onto my dick. As she slid down she howled in pleasure and pain, beginning to grind around on my rod. When my glans slammed into her cervix she shuddered with an orgasm, and then the aftershocks of several more. "Do you like your sexy white elf wife, papi?" she asked. "Do you want to manhandle these fat elf titties and tight elf ass?"

Ariela had always had a dirty fucking mouth, which is why it was often filled up with clean white cock. Her words. She seemed to be getting off on the fact that here, in this world, she was a beautiful elf built like a white gravure model crossed with a WNBA starter. So I pushed into a rhythm, started manhandling her fat elf titties, and recalling some of the old doujins started to suck on one of her ears. She went absolutely nuts, so apparently elf ears being erogenous zones is true in this world. We hit a high rhythm and I pounded away at her purple pussy, sucked on her purple ears, twisted her purple nipples, and then blasted what honestly felt like 24oz of jizz into her. As she spiraled into a series of orgasms from having her womb blown full of cum I noticed two things: I was still hard inside of her and we had an audience.

Four other elven women were sitting mostly naked, stroking themselves, fonding each other, and getting revved up. They clapped when they noticed we'd finished. One, a high elf with biceps proportionally larger than an NFL lineman's on her 7' frame asked "If you're done with him, can we have him for a bit?"

Ariela, stirring after her bliss wipeout groaned. "Si. Amor, would you do the same for these women?" I glanced at my wife, not sure if she was lucid.

"Ari, you want me to fuck these women?"

"Si, papi. But really, just jizz in them. Semen is the last ingredient in the formula. The more virile the man, the more powerful the reaction," she said dozily, her body starting to shudder around me as her muscles began to contract spasmodically. A wave of contractions hit and after each of them my wife was slightly larger, slightly more shredded, and slightly more lucid. "See? Muscle juice. I gained 3 Strength and 3 Constitution. Nice." She flexed her newly enlarged abs to lean up and kiss me with her purple lips. Then she quickly dismounted, grabbed one of the larger women, threw her into a fireman's carry, and began doing squats.

The huge high elf came over, grabbed my dick, and began stroking it with a steely grip. "Papi, all of us need what you got. Let's go."

Five large, sculpted, gorgeous, busty elves was my absolute limit. I passed out in the bunk with Ariela and her weight partner sixty-nining next to me.

[madwolf88]

K+! Wonderful start to good story! Nothing like a bunch of amazon elves! Hope you decide to pick it up again sometime!

[Ddraig]

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