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I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate 3 with my friend Amanda for a few days now. We had never met in person, but got along well and played online games frequently. Since BG3 was new, it became our obsession and the only game we played at the moment.
The game was huge and there was so much to do, so we were dedicated to taking our time and trying to explore as much as we could. We had heard of some weird things going on in the game lately, but we always just chalked it up to players doing their damndest to find creative ways around obstacles. That or various bugs and glitches, the game was still fairly new and had a couple of hiccups here and there.
As per usual when I play games with Amanda, she was taking it super seriously, and I took every chance I could to troll her. When her rogue was trying to sneak around a group of enemies, I would have Karlach pull a “Leroy Jenkins” and rush in, sword swinging. Amanda would get annoyed with me sometimes and even rage quit once, but it was all in good fun.
“Hey James, did you get a weird item added to your inventory?” Amanda asked me through Discord as we loaded up the game.
“No? I just have my normal inventory,” I answered, not sure what she was talking about.
“I got something called a Trans-Sphere?” she explained. “The description is: ‘Created in the Overworld, this item can be used on any character controlled by an Overlord. The Overlord’s mind is immediately ported into Faerûn to join your party’s adventures. What’s left in the Overworld will be more… agreeable to the caster’s wishes. Warning: this effect may be hard to reverse…’ What the hell does that mean?”
“Overworld? Overlord?” I asked, my confusion showing in my voice. “Those aren’t even Baldur’s Gate terms?”
“Yeah and ‘join your party?’ That’s not really an in-universe phrase…” Amanda trailed off. “I’m going to save our game, use it, and see what happens. Worst case, we can just load our save and keep going.”
“Yeah sure,” I agreed, thinking nothing of it. I watched as Amanda’s character stepped into the pre-spell-casting pose for a moment as she searched for a target.
“Huh, I can’t use it on Zelvor…” Amanda said, referring to one of the non-player characters standing near our party. “‘This can only be cast on a Player Character controlled by an Overlord?’ Weird. Well since Karlach is your main, I guess I have to cast it on her.”
“Yeah sure, whatever,” I said, wanting to get back to the game. But as soon as Amanda’s character went into her casting animation, I started to feel really strange. My vision clouded and my senses started to dull, almost as if I was starting to get drunk.
“Whoa, what the…” I started to say before a growing muscle weakness stole my voice away.
Spots took over my vision until I faded into blackness. I slowly started to come to a moment later, hearing the sounds of a forest around me, as well as faint, distant voices. As my mind started to reform, I became very aware that I was apparently wrapped around something HOT. It was like stepping into a too-hot shower: the heat didn’t exactly burn me like fire or a stovetop, but it was extremely uncomfortable. Instinctually, I tried to open my hands and step away to drop and get some distance from whatever was almost burning me, but I found myself unable to move. Still feeling the heat radiating through me, my vision started to clear.
I was laying on the ground? Well not laying exactly, but I WAS on the ground, that was for sure. Looking around, I realized I was in a forest. That didn’t make any sense, I thought to myself, wait, is that SHADOWHEART!?
My eyes darted around some more, trying to get my bearings. Sure enough the Cleric of Shaar herself stood just a few feet away from me, her idle animation playing and replaying. I looked around some more to see Lae’zel in her Githyanki armor standing near me as well, shifting in her own passive animation.
Then I looked up and realized where I was. The glorious, red, radiating body of Karlach stretched above me. Somehow I could see both her ass and the underside of her chest, the openings of her default armor giving me a glimpse of her fiery red tits. I was in awe for a moment, my mind completely blank at seeing her up close.
I screamed in my head as suddenly I started to move frantically around the ground. Since I had still been looking up, I realized that Karlach was doing her idle dance animation. And that’s when it really hit me what had happened. Somehow I was ported into the game and transformed into KARLACH’S BOOTS!
“You still there? What was that all about?” I heard Amanda’s disembodied voice, clearly responding to my last words as a human.
I tried to scream to her, to tell her that her weird Trans-Sphere had somehow brought me INTO our game, but try as I might I couldn’t make a sound.
“Oh nothing, just a bit lightheaded for a moment,” a chill ran down my spine as I heard MY OWN VOICE responding to her.
Wait, what, NO! I repeated in my head over and over, trying to figure out how I was still somehow playing the game while trapped around Karlach’s feet.
“Alright, well then let’s get going, we gotta find that goblin camp,” Amanda said.
“Lead the way,” my disembodied voice replied.
“That’s it? You’re not going to argue or troll me? Say you need to stop at the trader real quick before we go?” Amanda asked incredulously.
“Nah, I’m good, let’s go,” my voice said.
“Maybe that sphere really worked, made you more agreeable,” Amanda chuckled. “Not sure what all the ‘join the party’ stuff was all about though.”
I screamed in my head, begging her to figure it out and use the sphere again to get me out of this. But the only thing that happened was my own voice laughed and told Amanda how ridiculous she was being.
It was all clear now. The term “Overworld” in the item description meant the real world and “Overlord” referred to us the players. And since this is what it did, of course it had to be used on a player-controlled character.
What was that about it being hard to reverse…?
I didn’t have time to think on this question as Amanda’s character ran off down the path, Lae’zel and Shadowheart following behind. I nearly screamed at the sudden movement as Karlach started to trail behind them as well. With every long step she took, the world whizzed by me, only to pause for a moment with a hard thud into the dirt. I grunted at every step, Karlach’s heavy foot dropping down with her full weight. And since she had the “muscular fem” body model, her weight was significant.
After a while, Karlach had worked up a sweat from the exertion, which is something I didn’t realize digital characters could do. So now, in addition to the insane heat the Tiefling put off due to the infernal engine in her chest, I could feel, smell, and even taste the salty sweat clinging to her feet.
I had to watch from the end of Karlach’s legs as Amanda proceeded through the game with whatever weird avatar had taken my place. I tagged along as the party fought through goblins, wargs and gnolls through the blur of quick movements, incredible heat, and the stank of sweat and mud.
I tried to tune out Amanda and Fake-James’ banter as it felt like the salt rubbed in the wound of me being trapped down here. The worst part was that they seemed to be having more fun than Amanda and I. Maybe I had been too harsh with her…
“Alright, well we never did find the camp, but we need to hit the camp and take a full rest,” I was snapped back by Amanda’s words.
My doppelganger agreed and the world around me swirled into blackness for a moment before the camp faded into existence around me. The first thing I noticed was a slight change in Karlach. I almost laughed to myself, despite everything, when I remember that we had set our “camp clothes” for the entire party to nothing but their underwear.
Soon after, as Amanda initiated the full rest, the world went dark again and my consciousness faded into nothingness. After what felt like an eternity, my mind started to reform just like before, but this time it felt… different. First off, it took me longer to reconcile my point of view. It was almost as if I was looking at the world from two different places. Finally I brought the world into focus and realized I had a much higher vantage point. And now that I thought about it, the searing heat was gone…
I was confused for a moment when I saw Karlach across the camp. Looking around I saw Shadowheart’s shapely body extending above and below me. I had somehow transferred into both parts of her metallic underwear!
Once I realized what I was, I started to reconcile what I was feeling. If I still had one, my cock would have flushed with blood as I felt her fully-modeled and very real-feeling vagina and nipples. My lower part could feel every contour of Shadowheart’s crotch, even detecting a bit of moisture. My upper half cupped her perfectly shaped breasts completely, making contact with every inch of flesh that wasn’t part of her exposed cleavage. It was quite an overwhelming feeling being so close and so intimate with such a woman.
I was frozen for a moment, mentally of course, since my body was already incapable of moving, by the conflicting feelings shooting through me. On one hand I was wrapped around the sexiest parts of a beautiful woman, or at least something that FELT like a woman. But on the other hand, I was still trapped in Baldur’s Gate 3 with no way to communicate with the only person capable of freeing me.
My reverie was broken as the world around me swirled into blackness again. Though this time when it reformed around me, I was still trapped in the dark. Now that we were out of camp, Shadowheart was wearing her full armor. I could feel the weight of it pressing me harder into her flesh.
I heard muffled voices, Amanda and Fake-James, discussing the next steps. I could barely hear them, however, buried as I was by my host’s heavy armor. Shadowheart started to move as the party moved on. With every step I felt her chest jiggling inside of me, shaking my entire top half just a little bit. I guess a metal bra is pretty supportive after all. Just like with Karlach, her sweat started to build up and I had to content with that smell and taste. It didn’t take long for the novelty of being wrapped around her tits and ass to wear off, leaving me with just the torturous parts of my experience.
What felt like hours went by of this, my body struggling to contain jiggling and bouncing while tasting her sweat. I was glad that I wasn’t being moved at the dizzying speed I endured on Karlach’s feet, but here I couldn’t even see the world. So while the game I was so excited about tortured me, I wasn’t even allowed to see any of it.
When there was a short pause in the action, I had to wonder what I would end up turning into on the next long rest…
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