Tulpamancing Roleplay: An exercise in visualization.

[Jax]

(("Well, Pruria, I actually talk quite a bit, it's just that not very much of what I say it relevant to this forum. I have a few good quotes in that Tulpa Quote thread. Also, it is nice to finally chat with you."

 

Yeah, she definitely talks a lot, and I don't know what she's talking about with the relevance thing, barely anything she says has any pertinence towards anything!

 

"*Mental punch in the arm.* Jack-ass..."

 

Ditto...

 

"See, this is why we work. You've finally found someone to keep up with you."

 

Yep.

 

Note: The following passage is not recommended for anyone who is shy, meek, has a heart condition, or is easily offended by human anatomy. If you have any of the aforementioned conditions, please refrain from reading further.

 

P.S. Remember: Ceiling Cat is watching you. ))

 

A flash of light. Suddenly, the entire clearing and town was illuminated, as if some divine being had passed its hand over the place and made it so. The light seemed to burn through the field and surrounding forests, eerie, wan, and unnatural. With its emergence it swallowed the stars and dimmed the moon. Creatures of the woods, which were a moment ago slumbering peacefully, awoke with a start and dashed off, further into the forest. However, two in particular stayed in their perches. One growled testily as it was disturbed.

 

Miah did not usually fall asleep this early, but she had been working for a good deal of the night, first inside the town with the guards and then with preparations in the forest. She thought she had earned some extra shut-eye. The hands of Fate had apparently deemed differently.

 

As she shielded her eyes from the harsh light, the huntresses new companion screeched in annoyance. She had taken to calling him Lucifer, due to the two prominent tufts of feathers that jutted from his head, giving the impression of horns the Devil himself would have been envious of. The owl seemed to share her sleeping habits and seemed just as perturbed as she was, ruffling its feathers and yawning.

 

Miah mirrored the movement, shaking her head with her mouth agape. Rubbing the sand of sleep from her eyes the ranger got the sudden feeling that something was off. She could be sure it wasn't any intruder. This was Lucifer's range, and he seemed protective of if. Any unwelcome visitors would have been received with a loud screech. The tree she had slept in had not been disturbed by the wind in any meaningful way. The light was annoyance enough, but that wasn't the source of the itch at the back of Miah's mind. If not those, then what?

 

Standing up to shake off the remaining shackles of sleep, Miah's brown bangs fell in front of her eyes. She brushed them away without a second thought. She twisted her neck, working out the ever prevalent kink. One of these day she really was going to have to see a chiropra-

 

Brown. Her hair had gone brown again! The huntress grinned and laughed to herself, partly from the exuberance of getting her old color back, but also from feeling silly for not noticing it before. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "What a relief," she thought, "I was beginning to think it was going to stay like that forever." She laughed again, but it faded quickly. Something was still wrong.

 

She slumped down on her branch, her face the definition of chagrin. What else could possibly be off? Everything seemed perfectly in order. All her supplies hung from the adjacent branch. Her bow, illuminated by the town's new light, was right where she had left it.

 

She took a deep breath in to sigh, only to stop halfway through. Her eyes went wide, in shock and disbelief, staring straight ahead, not daring to look down. Her cheeks grew hot and glowed bright red. Her mouth hung wide open, not willing to believe it. Dreadfully slowly, Miah exhaled, allowing the air to leave her lungs. Then, her suspicions confirmed, her heart seemed to jump into her throat with unease.

 

Her shirt was still incredibly tight.

 

Mentally composing herself, the woman slowly looked down. Her already impressive bust had easily more than doubled in size and were now straining against her shirt. She gasped and the two mounds of flesh, which had already partly ripped the garment, threatened to burst the seams. Confined so tightly inside the grey cloth, her mammaries created a valley of cleavage.

 

Startled, Miah shot up to her feet, as if to somehow run from her newly acquired assets, which stubbornly followed her with a bounce. "What in the Hell!?" she spat out.

 

The huntress forced herself to slow her quick, shallow breaths and closed her eyes, trying to calm down not only for her own well-being but for the sake of what was left of her shirt. After a moment, Miah's panic subsided, though the uncomfortable pressure against her chest was still there and when she opened her eyes, so was her bust, clearly illuminated by the ever present light of the town.

 

Slowly, Miah raised her hand to her chest. She attempted to wrap her hand around her right breast and found her hand came nowhere close to grasping the full expanse of the thing. She then raised her other hand and did the same, receiving the same result. It was very much as if someone had inserted some incredibly large, very soft, extremely bouncy melons into her shirt. Miah took another deep breath and watched as her breast slowly pressed against and tightened the cloth around them. She then exhaled. The pressure was still immense and if her shirt was alive, the woman was sure it would be crying by this point.

 

Now relatively calm, the ranger figured she had best do something. She had some cloth, a knife, and needle and thread in her bag. Reaching over to her bag, she almost lost her balance as gravity took it's toll on her chest. She snatched her bag and then threw her weight back to the tree. As she hit her back against the trunk of the tree and fell into a sitting position, the huntress frowned as she realized how hard it was going to be to move around with her new measurements. It would take her months of training before she regained her former skill, if she ever did.

 

[+3 to Agility. Agility goes from 8 to 11.]

 

Sighing, Miah removed the things she would need and then set the satchel down besides her. Now came the tricky part. With great care, the woman rolled up her shirt until it neared her mountainous chest and, as slow as molasses in the winter time, began the job of trying to remove the shirt without destroying it. As she did so, her cheeks flushed and a few soft sighs and moans escaped from between her lips. The fuckers had become quite sensitive, something Miah prayed would not last for long. As pleasant as the feeling was now, she was sure it would soon become annoying.

 

Soon, the managed to get the cloth away from her breasts and over her head. She felt her breasts released from their imprisonment and sighed. Looking down at her now naked chest, it daunted her for a moment at just how immense she was and she held the ambiguous feelings of annoyance, embarrassment, confidence, and frankly, a slight arousal.

 

Miah shook her head to clear away the thoughts so she could focus on the task ahead. Her chest quivered and bounced accordingly. Miah sighed and picked up her knife, clenching between her teeth. Then, she picked up the spool of cloth and sewing tools and began to fashion a makeshift bra. Once she was done, she would have to let her shirt out in a few places if she wanted to be at all comfortable and make some repairs if she wanted the poor thing to last.

 

As she worked, she puzzled through how the change had happened. It was as if she was in a dream and was just waiting to wake up. It just seemed so surreal and impossible. Then again, not too long ago, her hair had been as white as driven snow. She smiled at the realization that at least one part of her was back to normal. She hoped that these new developments would be the last of the changes. As she cut a piece of thread with her teeth, an epiphany hit her. This must have still been the side-effects of the drug that the Medicine Woman had given her!

 

Damn. I hope she doesn't hit any other women with that batch. The entire town's male population will be in an uproar.

 

The thought caused her to laugh a bit, despite her situation and the knife still between her teeth. She then looked up and noticed that Lucifer was staring staring at her, his eyes wide. The woman knew it was foolish, but Miah could have sworn the owl was leering at her. She took the knife from her mouth and asked him in a sultry tone, "And just what the Hell do you think you're looking at, huh?"

 

Then, as if startled, the bird turned his head around and left Miah to her business. At this, Miah could not help but burst out laughing. Perhaps this change was not so bad after all.

 

[-4 to Charisma. Charisma goes from 14 to 10]

 

(("Well, I thought that was sufficiently fucking hilarious."

 

Agreed. It should prove interesting.

 

Also, purely for purposes of visualization, here are some links.

 

Note: These are not nudes, but they are not SFW!

 

http://behind-the.nihonreview.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/asobi02.jpg

 

http://www.deviantart.com/download/115359245/BREASTS_by_iareawesomeness.jpg

 

I'll post some more later tonight. Miah and I are really going to have to find a way to rejoin the group just to see the reactions.

 

"I can hardly wait."))

[cruse]

Cr:"indeed, it was fucking hilarious."

 

V:"I'll create some sort of stat changer med, every games needs one anyway... If you are going to use it that is."

[Wrath]

See we need to get on skype and do some real time ropleplaying, or at least character interaction.

 

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Well Jax I just read your post, my entire reaction throughout reading it was "Wtf", you seem to have completely changed your character around (or your Tulpa is doing stuff, I don't know). No complaints either way.

 

This is why we need real time roleplay (in the future where they meet up again). So it'll be like a face to face conversation.

[cruse]

If we're doing the real time one, can we make the story separate?

[G+3]

(( [Girl, you're going to need some back supports to go along with that bra. I couldn't imagine having anything past a B cup, but those are immense. Good luck XD]

 

Right, crap. I'll need to post soon enough and I never got a chance yesterday. Damn this damned schedule. By the way, I think if you're going to get a charisma boost it should only be towards males and certain females of the, uh, specific orientation.

 

I think we should keep the story separate, maybe make it so that everyone gets really asided and decides to go off on an adventrue becuase of somesort of drug in the water))

[Jax]

]

Well Jax I just read your post, my entire reaction throughout reading it was "Wtf", you seem to have completely changed your character around (or your Tulpa is doing stuff, I don't know). No complaints either way.

 

 

It's mostly Miah's doing. She put them there, and I can't argue.

 

"These things are fucking fun!"

 

She's still the same character, and we plan on playing her the same way, it's just that she's going to have a knock to Agility for awhile until she get used to the new figure.

 

"Curse you, Laws of Physics!"

 

(( [Girl, you're going to need some back supports to go along with that bra. I couldn't imagine having anything past a B cup, but those are immense. Good luck XD]

 

Right, crap. I'll need to post soon enough and I never got a chance yesterday. Damn this damned schedule. By the way, I think if you're going to get a charisma boost it should only be towards males and certain females of the, uh, specific orientation.

 

 

 

"One of the beautiful things about living in someone's head is that back supports are not needed! Besides, my form is in an anime style. Do you see any of them with 'back supports? NO."

 

Yeah, and that anime style is sometimes Hell to visualize.

 

"Easier than a realistic human for the most part and you have improved a lot."

 

Touche.

 

Good point on the Charisma issue, though. I'll have to put that as a perk or something. -4 only to males and females who go for that sort of thing.

 

I'm also having troubles with posting. I'll get another post in sometime today hopefully.

[cruse]

It might even become +2 since certain women can get jealous. =_=

 

I can't make my move until G is done with his though.

[Wrath]

Yea, if we do real time it will have to be separate then.

 

I still think having small segments of character interaction as realtime would be a lot smoother, but there's no reason we can't do that on the forums.

[G+3]

I'm really sorry Cruse. I've been a little cramped the last few days with the new tuppers and all. I'm a terrible person. [God damn I hate you.]

 

But bare in mind that we can't really do anything either...

 

Tide: Can't believe I didn't read Cruse's most recent on topic post correctly. Re-type!

 

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''BOY WITH BLUE HAIR!'' The pony called, pointing with her hoof. ''He's in the generator, I told you he was evil, quick and get him!''

''No- no wait.... Pruria... damnit woman-'' Breathed out the man, from behind, ''You can't just assume he's evil!''

 

The boy waved, and Chloe peered out from behind him. ''See? Chloe's with him- and I'm pretty sure Chloe's not evil.''

The pony touched her bass, but stopped. ''You go first.''

''Okay?'' Reluctantly said the man, who walked—instead of ran—in exuberance to see his friend.

''Chloe! Are we glad to see you. Almost got killed on them damn walls. I'm sure you guys had no disturbances? And who is that anyway, if you don't mind me asking?'' G stopped and gave a quick bow before continuing, in case the boy felt disrespect at his informal addressel of him. Pruria cautiously followed behind him. Keeping her body airborne in preparation for a 'fight or flight' decision.

 

''I want to know who is too, if you don't mind me asking.'' She friendly called, hoping to build some sort of bridge.

[cruse]

|Cruse|Chloe|Vixen|Aigis|

 

"You found them?!?"

 

"It's a man in white and a miniature pegasus."

 

"It's them! Yay!!!"

 

Chloe is joyful. She quickly rushed to the door.

 

"BOY WITH BLUE HAIR!"

 

Cruse was startled by the fierce calling from the pegasus. A person with blue hair must not be so common around here, but why is she so angry? The boy felt melancholic to know that he had already made an enemy without even interacting with it. Not knowing what to do, he just waved. But when Chloe came out of the door, the situation got much better. Seems like they really know each other.

 

''Chloe! Are we glad to see you. Almost got killed on them damn walls. I'm sure you guys had no disturbances? And who is that anyway, if you don't mind me asking?''

 

"I'm her brother, you can call me Cruse. Nice to meet you."

 

Cruse held out his right hand in a hand shake gesture. While he did so, Chloe lightly hugged her brother and said with a cheerful chuckle.

 

"You're being too formal, brother!"