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Making his way further through the forest, Phil came across an unattended campfire with some logs resting beside it. Being indesperate need for food, he decided to steal whatever was there. Looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, he cautiously approached the campfire. Big tits slightly slapped his ribs as he did, making him wince.

"I can't get used to these... things" he thought to himself. Phil had always been attracted to women with bigger breast size, so his interest in them in a virtual sense was almost natural, but the new form he was forced to live as was making him extremely uncomfortable.

Reaching the fire, he leaned down to rummage through the contents of a nearby pack. Inside was an apple, half-baked meat and some dried fruit. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to stuff his face hungrily, gulping down each item greedily, leaning over and cursing the weight of his huge breasts hanging beneath him as they dangled freely, jiggling slightly.

He didn't notice the man returning to the camp, who stood behind Phil, smirking at the view he had, observing as his juicy butt wiggled. Without warning, a big hand gently grasped one of Phil's huge ass cheeks, squeezing lightly. "Wh-wha?" he squeaked in surprise, head snapping back to stare at the grinning brigand.

"Beg my pardons, dear lady." the man said, putting his hands on her. "Name's Davey, but all the lasses know me as 'the Bad Dragon'."

"Ew, gross!" Phil protested, pulling away from his sweaty hands and starting to run off into the forest. "Hey! C'mere, cutie!" Davey called as he and his cohort chased after him.

Phil ran as fast as he could, his lungs burning as he did. Breasts slapped up and down in his haste, drawing even more attention from the group.

"Shite! These mammeries' huge!" cried a bald, fat bandit by the name of Quinn. He threw his crossbow to the side and dropped his trousers. Releasing his cock from his undergarment, he began furiously jerking it. Phil heard Quinn's loud grunt and glanced over his shoulder to see the man looking at Phil with intense lust. He shivered at the pervy gaze before suddenly crashing headfirst into a tree trunk. His head began spinning wildly, and the rest of his body collapsed, vision fading as the bandits gained on him. The last thing he recalled was several men rushing towards him, grabbing his soft, pale body before passing out