Dedicated Roleplay
By: chaoticdjinn
Enzo's head gave a little throb, prompting him to wince visibly for the umpteenth time that night. He didn't understand why he was suddenly feeling so out of sorts. He had been fine an hour ago when he was prepping for DnD. "Sorry guys, guess I'm just sort of out of it tonight. What was your last move?" "I said I wanted to see if I could persuade the guard into letting me talk to the Half-Elf they just brought in." Replied Sam, looking at Enzo with an odd smile. “Right, right. Sure give me a roll.” “Eighteen” Replied Sam, giving a little whoop of excitement at his high roll. Enzo rolled his die behind the screen and froze. Looking between the 12 he rolled on the die and the sheet that housed the NPC’s stats he couldn’t make sense of what the total was supposed to be. What was worse, he couldn’t even remember what he was supposed to use to check against a persuasion check. “Uh, he believes you, I guess.” Mumbled Enzo, his head feeling heavier with each passing second. “What do you mean you guess? You’re the DM, does he or doesn’t he?” Asked Sam, the smile on his face growing curiously wider. “I mean, yeah he does.” Affirmed Enzo, rubbing his temple lightly. As the scene continued on Enzo found himself faltering at every interaction. He suddenly couldn’t remember any of the work that he prepped just an hour or so ago, nor did he have a clear memory of what the overarching plot of the campaign was. With a grunt and a groan, Enzo pushed himself away from the table and stood up, feeling a sudden anxious energy surge through his body. “Holy crap guys I think it worked.” Said Sam, looking between Enzo and the rest of the group. “Well yeah, I’m not the group’s Wizard for nothing.” Replied Adam, tapping his handmade spellbook. Enzo’s eyes widened as the anxious feeling inside of him exploded into a surge of energy that coursed through his entire body. He felt the seams of his tight jeans and small, snug shirt rip and tear while his body expanded outward. A flat chest became a thick and powerful shelf of muscle. His nonexistent biceps swelled to the size of softballs, then bowling balls, his veins pressing up tightly against his skin. His ripped clothing swirled and undulated, taking on a new shape entirely. An ultra low cut muscle shirt, loose gym shorts, a backwards cap and running shoes. His head clouded and he watched fact after fact pour away from his understanding and into the void of nothingness. Where he once understood all the rules to DnD he now understood how to build a proper weightlifting routine. Where there used to be a clear picture of all of the seasons of Dr Who now was a clear as day picture of every single episode of Jersey Shore. His mind shifted, struggling to find a way to rationalize why he was actually hanging out with the skinny nerds around him. They had helped him with some of his classes back in his first year of college and they had turned out to be kind of cool guys. They helped him with his studies, he helped them at the gym. He got them to watch football with him every couple of Sundays and he played as the barb in their DnD party. He didn’t understand most of the rules, but it was fun to imagine a world where he could get through most of his problems by punching things.
“So come on man, declare your action.” Said Sam, bringing Enzo’s mind back to the present. “Uh, I punch the guy then. Isn’t that what I said? It’s kind of hard to think right now.” Replied Enzo, sitting back down and rubbing the front of his gym shorts. “What did you come over without getting off again?” Asked Sam. “You know you can’t have a boner and play DnD at the same time. We go through this like, every week.” “Well, maybe I just like having you take care of it for me.” Replied Enzo with a dumb grin. “Ok guys, five-minute break while I take care of Enzo here. Stretch, get drinks whatever.” Enzo watched the rest of his friends get up from around the table and head towards the kitchen, leaving him and Sam with a sense of relative privacy. It didn’t really bother Enzo one way or the other, with all of them watching straight up or pretending not to look from the kitchen. He had a hot body and he knew it, so showing it off was no problem. He stood back up and hooked his thumbs around his shorts, dropping them around his knees and revealing his rock hard muscle butt. “Dude, you didn’t even wear any underwear.” Said Sam with a shake of his head as he fished his 6-inch cock out of his underwear. “It just gets in the way.” Began Enzo, spreading his cheeks. “And it’s kinda like role-playing, like Adam and his book. I don’t think a barb would wear underwear.” “Yeah, you’re probably right about that man, they’re usually pretty simple like that. Big, dumb, not much on their minds.” Replied Sam, pushing his dick between his friend’s cheeks. “Heh, yeah, that’s why I play ‘em. Way easier to play when you just make your character after yourself.” Grunted Enzo, taking the dick like a champ. While Enzo felt his body rocked back and forth by his friend’s thrusts he couldn’t help but feel as though he had forgotten something important. The idea bubbled up to the front of his mind before popping and vanishing into the ether before he could grasp it. Shrugging he dismissed the feeling. It probably wasn’t important, and if it was he was sure one of his friends would remind him. They always took such good care of him when they gamed.









