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So, Let’s try and get a quest going. I’d like to vaguely use Fate Accelerated for Aspects and Stats, maybe use the fate points now and then to encourage certain outcomes.
Read up on the ruleset over where it lurks (for free) on the internets if you’re unfamiliar with the system and its design philosophies.
Thinking ‘ average guy, average world, not so normal X drops into life of guy, hilarity ensues’
Basic description of ruleset below:
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No.1174
>>1173
“Thank you,” Bree chuckled and put her hand on James’ shoulder. “Oh well, do you want me to fix you back?”
“That would have been a bonus,” James sighed.
“All right,” bree said and paused for a second. “There we go, things should be back to normal within half a minute.”
“Ah, excellent,” James sighed and jumped out of bed, slinking over to the whole body mirror. “Heh, it is fascinating to watch in action,” he said as he observed his dick slowly shrinking back to more mortal lengths. He fetched some underwear and began putting them on, keeping it just below until the transformation was done.
“Looks right to you?” Bree asked.
“As far as I can tell,” James shrugged, looking himself up and down in the mirror. “Height looks about right, I almost got vertigo from that when I walked over here,” he said as he climbed back into bed.
“Four feet and six inches works well on you,” Bree agreed. “Makes your curves much cuter,”
“Thanks,” James blushed at the comment. An arm brushed against one of his breasts, causing them to jiggle even more as she crawled back up into bed. “These look about right too, around double D, right? They are awfully full though,” he complained, giving them a swing as he groaned in needy annoyance.
Bree took the hint and put her lips across one of James dark purple, thumb-sized nipples, kneading it with her teeth until it popped and began drizzling milk into her mouth, spreading a warmth through James’ body. “Yes, that felt good,” James sighed, rubbing at his clit and wavy, bulging vulva through the string panties. “Would you mind doing one small alteration? I’d like my skin hue to be more towards yellow than cyan, and slightly darker and less saturated.
“That can be done,” Bree said as she switched over to James’ other breast. His saturated green skin began to slowly fade over, the purple of his lips and nipples the only constant.
“That’s perfect,” James sighed as one of Bree’s hands crawled up to play with the tip of his pointed ear.
“I hope you made those the right length,” he sighed as he slipped his hand below the underwear he’d been too quick to don, easily pushing four fingers into his needy hole.
“They were around five inches, so I made them six,” Bree replied quickly before putting her lips and tongue back to work.
“Oh you know how to please a goblin girl,” Jaime crooned, easily pushing her hand inside of herself, a plush thigh and leg spread away from Bree.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven for messing with you?” Bree smiled as she disconnected from Jaime’s second breast, leaving a trickle of milk to drizzle down her breast over her flat stomach and hips to her crotch.
“Only if you put that tool of yours to work,” Jaime demanded mischievously as she took hold of Bree’s ball-less dick and stroked its stiffening shaft. “Also, make it bigger and put me on top. I want to feel as full as if you were a horse-morph filling me up.”
Bree chuckled and lifted the ninety pound, four foot six goblin girl on top of herself, letting her pull off her panties before she laid her on top of her rapidly growing dick, which was quickly morphing into a horse-morph’s as well. “This’ll be interesting for you, I’m sure,” she said as she let the eager girl adjust her curvy hips over her dick, savoring the moment by having the immense horse-dick slowly make its way inside of her.
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No.1175
>>1174
There we go. Tried to post this 12 hours ago, but seems the chan was experiencing some technical difficulties.
I guess I've not yet gotten back downstairs, so I could continue in that direction straight off if nobody has anything else they want to see on Jaime.
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No.1176
>>1175
This way is great.
Let's go back downstairs with a huge horse-cock bulge in our pants.
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No.1177
Yeah, lets see what Ron and Johnny got up too.
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No.1178
>>1175
I know I'm a party pooper, but this goblin girl stuff is temporary, right? It'd be kind of odd to go from MiB, to promising not to do permanent changes without consent, and then doing this. Otherwise, it's great. I really like it.
>>1176
I can agree with that.
>>1177
Seems like a good idea, as well. Also, we may want to do a quick inventory on everyone's wands. Some opportunistic person may have tried to steal them, and I'll be honest that I forget what protections we have on the wands themselves.
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No.1179
>>1178
>>651
>>“Soulbound, i.e. can only be used by person who first picked it up.”
>>“Returns to owner if removed from them and they wish for it.”
Thankfully we don't have to worry about anyone else stealing the wands, we should see if there are any more Sydney situations after our fun though, always good too know what's going on.
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No.1180
>>1179
Thank you for the reference. However, I would point out a couple of flaws in that protection, however.
1. This requires the assumption that souls exist. Not a bad one to make considering magic and stuff, but Qgiver could decide to fuck us with this.
2. How does one define "Owner" in this case? Can Bree simply call the plastic wands from James and Ronald because she was the one who opened the original package and is therefore the original owner? Owner could also simply be whoever has posession of the wands. "Finders Keepers", as they say.
Just some things to keep in mind, but I do thank you for reminding me.
I like your idea of checking the news, though.
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No.1184
>>1180
Those are good points, although Soulbound does specify it can only be used by the person who first picked it up so I don't think it matters if souls exist or not.
Your second point has got me thinking though, maybe Bree should put some override in place in case either Ron or Johnny decide to go crazy with their wands, 'trust no one' and all that.
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No.1185
>>1184
I can agree with absolute power. >_>
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No.1186
>>1174
“Just you be glad I’m using contraception,” Jaime smirked as she slid a diaphragm inside herself to keep the lovely goop Bree had filled her with inside her womb. “Or you’d be getting a few naughty daughters coming after you tomorrow.”
“Glad I got together with a prudent one then,” Bree smirked back, her flaccid horse dick resting on her stomach, the beginning of her vulva visible at the bottom of the massive trunk, fatter and darker than they had been before the horse upgrade. “You’re old enough to be a matriarch, I’m sure, but considering your occupation as a student, I’m guessing you’re without a worry in the world when it comes to runaway children.”
“That’s right, not a daughter to my name,” Jaime declared proudly. “I might have been done a few hundred guys in my time, but I’ve always had a goal of being more than a egg-laying dick ornament. Though, once I’m done with my economics degree, I’ll probably find some smart guy and produce a dozen loyal daughters. Most of them should inherit parts of my and his education, then we can start a company, doing accounting. Or maybe just start a shop, or sell goblin eggs,” Bree said and rubbed her bloated stomach, enjoying the churning happening inside. “Producing inert eggs isn’t too bad either. The mother-of-pearl shimmer works very well with the various neon coloration our eggs make.”
“Mm-hm,” Bree hummed as she rose from bed and began to get dressed again. “So how long until my egg is done? I’d like to bring it with me home,” she said over her shoulder with a smile.
“Your egg?” Jaime chuckled. “If we’re lucky it’ll be done before midnight. It feels like a big one though, might even have two,” she said and rubbed her belly. “Going downstairs again?”
“Have to check on my friends so things don’t get too out of hand,” Bree said and sighed, pointing the red wand at herself. “Cleanse.” Her clothes cleaned themselves as if going back through time, her hair tidied up and she looked freshly showered and dried.
“Wow, that’s useful. Can you do me too?” Jaime said with a mischievous smile.
“Yeah, just a moment,” Bree said as she pointed at her jeans. ”Accommodate.” The bulge along her right leg got more space and the pale blue jeans bleached up to a milky white, matching the white panties. “Ah, much better,” she sighed and leaned over the bed to ping Jaime too.
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No.1187
>>1186
Suddenly Jaime felt as if she had recently gotten out of shower and into bed, which also had been cleaned. “Neat. You don’t know how much money I waste on washing sheets in this house,” she said and giggled before jumping out of bed. “I better get dressed too, I want to see what the gang is doing downstairs, and I’m feeling a bit peckish for some milk.”
“Hunger for calcium?” Bree asked. “I’m guessing both lactation and egg-laying takes its toll.”
“A strange combination, but we don’t exactly spend long in our eggs, so I can understand why we got these jugs,” Jaime said as she presented her fleshy orbs as she tugged them into a purple bra. Next she pulled on a pair of panties before slipping into a pair of colorful tights, some of the more comfortable clothing a wide-hipped and thick-thighed goblin girl could wear without breaking. she dug out a white tank top and pulled it over her head and bosom, a deep neckline showing off her cleavage. she glanced into the whole-body mirror to check she wasn’t missing anything. “God, I love that new color you put on me,” she smiled up to the two-foot higher Bree that had come over to look at her. “Once I do go off the contraception, I’ll let you have a daughter if you want one,” she promised as she hugged her hips and gave her inner thigh a sensual stroke, enjoying the feel of Bree’s thigh and knee up against her stomach and crotch
“I’ll think about it,” Bree smiled and gave her a twirl as she moved towards the door, giving Jaime’s ample butt a slap that sent it wobbling. “But now, we should go back to the party.">>1174
>As they came downstairs, the party had certainly changed gears. The music had changed in pretty much the same way the party had: from noisy and energetic to sensual and pulsating. Ronda lay with her body partially undressed, lithe legs spread in a sofa, four goth-like girls eagerly attending her. three licking at her breasts and pussy, the last up kissing and wriggling their long tongues across their vampire teeth. Also in the room were two horse men, most likely former girls turned into stallions, each with two or three vampiric girls licking and milking their sheaths, every gulp making them more and more feminine. One of the vampiric guests were still not fully female, one vampire girl still sucking him off. But his waist and hips were nicely curved, small a-cup breasts had begun to peek out of his bare and thin chest. As the horse folk he was eagerly and mindlessly sucking off finally came, the change came immediately upon him as his A-cups became B-cups and the girl between his thighs began lapping at the widening crotch in expanding hips.
>Through the porch door, one could see two horse folks on their knees, their mouths put to eager use by Jay on her crotch while they stroked one another off. “Oh hi,” Jay beamed and waved hello with a rider crop as she noticed Bree and Jaime standing in the living room, not quite sure what to make of themselves. “We asked ourselves; what would bree do? and we came to the conclusion that this was it. And it looks like we were right,” she said as she aimed the crop at Jaime.
>“Had a good time?” Ronda asked as she broke contact with her kissing vampire girl, baring her fangs with a heartwarming smile of someone about to orgasm.
>“About as good as you guys,” Bree smiled as she dodged a sloppy beam of horse splooge that came in their direction, only catching a few fingers worth that she slipped into her mouth. “Mm, that’s some musky horse,” she chuckled after a happy groan at the treat.
>“You really love that, don’t you?” Jaime said and giggled at the scene. She was pondering if she should have reacted any other way, as she had never experienced magic like this before, but she shrugged and went for the refrigerator, bringing a stool so she could get to the milk on the top shelf.
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No.1188
>>1187
Hmm, some formatting errors in part 2, but eh. it works.
So yeah, finally downstairs again. Was pondering if Jaime would find a guy under the kitchen sink hiding in terror, but that would be a bit too grim for this :P
I guess we should be sensible and check the news and whatnot. but hey, sex orgy, alcohol, party. vampires and horse-morphs.
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No.1192
>>1187
If the talk is about milk, cow-morphs are always an option.
Or we could leave a few satyrs and female goat-morphs behind.
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No.1193
>>1187
Maybe someone will notice our new equipment as well.
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No.1195
>>1192
>>1187
So are we just forgetting the fact that the character has already shown the morality that leaving people changed is amoral? I mean, Ronnie should be particularly sensitive to this issue. I hate to be a killjoy, but we did promise not to permanently change people.
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No.1197
>>1195
Who said it's permanent? We just want some milk.
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No.1199
>>1195
The night isn't over yet, we can change them back once we've had our fun. I'm wondering if we should get ourselves a bit of 'milk' from those horse morphs though?
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No.1202
>>1197
>>1199
Original guy >>1192 Suggested leaving them behind, so I had thought he meant permanent. (I dunno if either of you are OP).
As for getting more milk, I'd be up for some more variety, honestly. The last three sex scenes have been blowjobs of huge guys. Maybe something else?
Also, GM, I found Jaime!
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No.1204
>>1192
>>1202
>>1199
milk and horse dongs here and there seems to be a topic for the next post. Not sure I'll keep morphing them now, we need to savor some of these tfs and not just shoot them out with the first fusillade.
>>1193
More variety you say… I'm pretty sure Bree will be putting splooge in her mouth whenever she can for quite some time, but I guess we can look at how it is done.
Yeah, something like that, though less tail I think, maybe a small stubby one though, and much more shortstack, more incase halfling proportioned.
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No.1224
>>1204
Sorry about the delay, work kicked back and we got a project that starts tomorrow and lasts into next week.
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No.1594
>>1224
How's work doing, OP?
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No.1609
>>1594
Better right now. Sorry for the long delay. The current situation demands a bit of me to get going. I've got a few paragraphs, but I need to figure out a few steps ahead to avoid total pasta plot implosion. Going to try and make a post tonight.
(well, since the auth didn't work last night, this should be for tonight)
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No.1611
>>1186
Jaime returned from the kitchen with a measure mug of milk. Standing in the portal to the living room, she swallowed large sips while watching Bree pulling out her horse dick to a pair of the vampire girls who had sensed the presence of fresh meat.
“Oh, that’s new,” Ronda added, coming down from a orgasm she had a minute ago while Jaime was filling up the mug.
“Yeah,” Bree said with a smile, ” Jaime wanted to be filled,” she added and glanced over to Jaime, who blushed but answered with a small chuckle.
“And now she’s drinking milk from the refrigerator,” Jay said as she was lifted inside by her two horse morphs. “Shouldn’t we get her something fresher?”
“Hmm, maybe so,” Bree nodded and gestured for Jaime to bring the mug over to her. She giggled as Jaime, with a bodily nudge of hips against hips, pushed away one of the vampiric femmes suckling Bree’s horse meat. “Be nice to the girls,” Bree said to jaime as she took the mug and brought out the wands. “After all, they will be good for you in a few moments,” she muttered as she aimed the wand at the mug.
“Milky modifications,” Bree said with the wand aimed at the milk, which seemed to shimmer. She then gestured for the two vampires on her meat to rise up and drink of the mug, which they did after reluctantly detaching from her.
The two vampires sauntered over and drank a few swallows each from the mug. Each swallow was instantly followed by a jiggle in their breasts as they almost instantly grew two sizes. From whispy A-cups to hulking F-cups in three gulps. Their lithe pale bodies then compensated with more curves, strengthening their backs and making them look more athletic. Finally, their nipples and areolas slowly expanded, leaving them thumb sized with a drizzle of milk coming out of a clarly visible pen-sized hole in the front.
Jaime giggled at the scene in front of her before one of the vampires knelt in front of her, bringing her breasts down within reach. Jaime smirked and leaned over, latching onto one of the nipples, which immediately began dripping deliciously fresh milk into her mouth.
Once she started sucking it was as if she was drinking out of a thick drinking straw, flowing with almost no resistance. The vampire girl shivered and crooned at the sensations she was getting from Jaime’s lips, which made her smile and detach.
“Mind if I take a few sips as well?” Jaime asked Bree while rubbing the nipple she’d just sucked on with a thumb at the delight of the vampire “Seems like a nice little treat, from the look of this one,” she smiled.
Bree gestured her blessings with open hands as one of the horse folks came over with a member for her to latch on to. “if size is all you want, just think of that. If you want other things, think creatively,” she added with a smile after giving the flared rod a quick taste.
Jaime shrugged and took a hold of the mug the other vampire had taken another sip from, increasing her breast size down to massive H-cups. “Okay, that’s enough for you,” Jaime giggled before having a sip of her own. instantly her breasts, already around DD by her measurements, pulled her off balance with a start as they jumped to F-cups.
She glanced up guiltily at the vampire she’d just taken the mug from. “Do as I say, not as I do,” she whispered as she took another quick sip while thinking of enlarging her nipples, which they did, growing up to the thumb-sized nipples she’d just tasted on the first vampire, before slowly growing another half inch, tenting her white top and purple bra, which both seemed to accommodate her new size.
“I better stop there,” Jaime said to the two vampires who were kneading their breasts as she put the mug down on a table. “Or I’ll be unable to stand. “Now get over here you two,” Jaime smiled as she went to slake her thirst, latching onto the second breast and saving the almost sloshing orbs on the second vampire until she was done with the first. All the while she let one hand slip inside her bra to tweak and tease her stiff and much more sensitive nipples, almost making her feel ready for another round.
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No.1612
>>1611
A door bell rang through the room, which made most of the participants pause for a moment with whatever lewd activites they were doing. “What was that?” Bree asked with a wet pop as she detatched from a leaking horse dick, strings of spit stretching between her lips and it.
Ronda, climbed up from the sofa with a wet squelch and lurched towards the door, looking through the peek hole for a moment before she tip-toed back inside. “It’s the campus security guards, a pair of them,” she whispered.
“Oh, they’ve been here a few times to shut down parties,” Jaime said after a groan. “I guess some of the neighbors complained about the screaming,” she added with a smile.
“And how do they react to rooms filled with orgies?” Ronda sighed and looked over at Jay, who was now deeply wrapped around two horse folks, bouncing up and down on their massive members and not really noticing the worry the rest were having.
“Yeah, that might get us kicked out,” Jaime stated, adjusting her top as she was hoping to hide her hard giant nipples from the security team outside her door.
> Just posting this right now. Was planning to add a bit more, but tired. seemed like a good spot to pause for feedback. Any good suggestions for alterations?
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No.1620
How about gender flipping the security people.
Also change their minds to be more into partying.
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No.1626
>>1620
That's one opportunity, but I think the party is more of an orgy right now :p
Any suggestions on how to flip their genders? just shooting the wand?
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No.1627
>>1626
Party, Orgy, where's the difference?
How about turning the burly manly security guards into petite willful girls?
I don't know how the guards would look.
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No.1630
>>1626
>>1627
Hm.. You know my compunctions. However, if this is the path we choose, may I reccomend that we utilize the second story? Are there any balconies? Preferably, we go upstairs, onto the balcony, shoot them with the wand and have a number of effects as written before hand.
1. They start by using their walkies/phones to call back to HQ "It was just a prank between a couple houses. There's no issue here."
2. Then the delayed transformation activates, them becoming the "couple of willful girls".
3. They knock and enter the orgy party.
4. They get a mental order to return to their homes and transform back as they get out of their car, thinking they had a totally normal shift. Additionally, a glamor prevents anyone from noticing the rapid change as they approach their house.
The situation is handled, we get a few new playmates, and we're not causing some family to lose a dad or brother for some inexplicable reason.
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No.1631
>>1630
On the flipside, another idea I had, we could instead clean everything up really quickly using the wands and help clean up their reputation with the officers a bit. They open the door to a football game or something and Bree goes "Oh, we're sorry officers. Didn't realize we were being so loud."
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No.1633
>>1631
>wanting to de-escalate things
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No.1634
>>1633
Nothing. It's just that qgiver has already made it clear that there are others with this power. A bad end because we dicked around with campus police doesn't sound fun to me.
Then again, I suppose that's the difference between Lawful Evil and you're own shortsighted Chaotic Evil. : P
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No.1636
>>1634
M8, this is a game for getting off first with a fun story to string scenes together.
I mean, he even said
> Any good suggestions for alterations
When referring to the guards.
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No.1637
>>1636
I get you. That's why my FIRST suggestion was how we could do it. My second suggestion was a word of caution. I mean, you do realize that the last time we know two power wielders met, we turned them into a super slut for our dick and we got a cum addiction. Fun to read, but I'm giving suggestions so that we don't bad end.
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No.1638
>1637
So what if we bad end? We could just make a new story. It's not like I'm too invested in this scenario.
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No.1640
>>1638
That's fine, I'm not arguing that your opinion is bad or wrongfun. For me, however, I don't get a lot of thrill from a badend scenario. I'd prefer to play the winner who takes their beaten enemies and breaks them until they beg to pleasure.
Like, a very general idea for my ideal endings would involve becoming Bree becoming immensely powerful with a harem of lovers made of old friends and worthy foes.
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No.1661
>>1611
>All right, backsies. Hard to write smut while having a cold.
“glamoring portal,” Bree said after wiping her mouth dry and pointing the plastic wands to the door. “There, anyone walking through or seeing through that door it will think everything is pretty normal in here. They’ll just see what seems more likely to them,” She added as another impatient knock rattled the door.
Jaime queried with her head if she could open, and Bree gave a thumb up as she latched onto the horse dick again, though not letting the plastic wands down just yet. Jaime chuckled and opened the door.
Two male security guards in their late twenties came walking inside with flashlights in their hands. One was well shaped, but a typical disillusioned ex-athlete that had to use his physique for something to earn a living wage. His badge had the ‘Officer Connor’ stamped onto it. The other guy was more wiry and probably just was a mediocre student with the same troubles, with a badge that said ‘Officer Jameson’. They stopped after stepping over the entrance to scan the premises, Their eyes pausing on the overly short Jaime for a moment longer than necessary.
“Great night for dancing, it would seem,” Officer Connor sighed and nudged the thinner Jameson, to look over at Jay’s eager bouncing in the other side of the room, ignoring the half dozen who were doing other orgy-related acts.
Jameson sighed and looked over at Jaime. “Could you turn down the volume on the sound system, miss? We’d like to announce a few things. As Jaime did as the officer told her, he began to speak. “All right everyone. We’ve got a few complaints from the neighbors about a lot of noise. It is getting late, and it is still very loud in here.”
“Heh,” Connor chuckled again at Jay, who was still bouncing around on top of the two horse folks. “Guess those three are really into dancing, huh.”
Jameson rolled his eyes at the interruption. “Anyway, we are here to tell you to keep it down. The game is over, and it is tuesday evening. We got the week ahead of us.”
Bree rolled her eyes and waved her wand at Connor, muttering something before getting back to her pastimes. Connors flashlight slipped out of his hands and suddenly extended from the floor to the roof, going from matte grey with grip patterns to polished smooth black. Connor seemed confused by this and tried to grab hold of the pole with both hands, which seemed to be stuck firmly to the roof and the floor.
Jameson, not noticing the weird event happening behind him, continued talking. “So I hope you guys will pack it up. Stop drinking beer,” he said to Bree and to the horse-folk around Ronja, where the two endowed curvier vampires had retreated to feed their hunger once their orders were completed. “Stop playing loud music,” he said to Jaime who was holding the remote in her hands, who were also supporting her sizeable breasts that were once again getting heavy.
She had however, noticed the events behind Jameson and chuckled. Connor was still trying to make his flashlight turned dance pole come loose, but while holding onto it, his chubby body and uniform had began to reform from the legs and up. Standing on white high heels, his khaki trousers had become porcelain white stockings with suspenders hidden beneath a black miniskirt. His bulk had slimmed down, leaving him with muscular curvy thighs, a rounded jiggling ass accentuated by a white, thin thong barely covering his thick vulvas, ruffled inner folds clearly tenting the insides. Also, in the gap between the stockings and his hips, one could see that his skin color was darkening from his porcelain white to a chocolate brown, giving off the illusion of his body being filled up like a glass.
“Well, that’s weird,” Connor finally said, still focusing on the former flashlight, but releasing his grip. The transformation stopped as it was about to reach his jawline, having just finished turning his uniform shirt into a white blouse with crimson officer stripes on very short sleeves, moving his belly fat up to heavy DD cup breasts which strained against the fabric, trying to escape out the cleavage with every breath. His body was more or less that of a well trained but a bit curvy black woman, in a stripper parody of a security guard uniform. His body language didn’t seem much different, even though he clearly had no problems controlling it or the four inch heels he was standing on.
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No.1662
>>1661
He glanced over at Jameson as he casually sent a finger inside his thong in an attempt to stretch it over his puffed slit. “Hey, Jameson,” he said in a slightly demeaning tone, “you’re better with these flashlights than I am.”
Jameson sighed and looked over his shoulder, apparently ignoring his colleagues ridiculous alteration and focusing on the flashlight. “They’re not supposed to do that. You sure you brought a flashlight? that looks more like a telescope pole.”
“What the fuck would I need a telescope pole for?” Connor spat back, pulling at a bra string. “Besides, work wouldn’t buy useless stuff like that. I’m betting this is some joke you’re pulling on me for last week.”
Jameson glanced away and rolled his eyes before replying. “Try and twist that cylinder at the bottom, looks like it’ll unlock it.”
Connor looked like he was thinking of giving Jameson a punch for his perceived insolence, but shrugged and bent over, grabbing hold of the pole again. The transformation promptly started again, feminizing his face before darkening the skin and altering facial traits closer to that of a black woman. The short straight hair with a military cut remained, though it did become black with a purple fringe.
“Yeah, that worked,” Connor grunted as he, his voice now feminine, got the pole sliding in on itself as the screw was unwound. “You take this toy of yours,” Connor said after rising up and tossed it over to Jameson, “and let me have your flashlight.”
Jameson scoffed as he caught the cylinder and tossed back the flashlight. He glanced over at Jaime and mouthed ‘bitch’ before he stretched out. Partially to begin speaking loudly again, partially because his shoes had just become four inch heels. His khaki trousers were also quickly morphing into black, fine cotton uniform trousers, tailored to fit closely to the new curves of his legs, which were thin and feminine where Connor’s was curvy and bold.
“Anyway,” Jameson continued after the digression, losing a few inches of his height in the pause as his legs thinned out, his hips flared, and his trousers cut sank down to reveal more of the fat-free abs with a diamond piercing in the navel. “As I said, please calm down. People’s got to go to work tomorrow,” he said as the transformation climbed up to his neck, having finished with her body. He now wore a midriff revealing black uniform, and his body was as a marathon runner with fat only where it strengthened its few curves; C cups, hips, ass and thighs. He coughed for a moment as the change got to his voice and face, altering it to that of a half-asian, half caucasian with a perky nose, a wide mouth with slightly rounded lips and almond shaped eyes.
“All right, that’s all I wanted to say,” Jameson, the now half-asian girl dressed as a stripper said and sighed, his personality still the same cynic he had been before grabbing hold of the telescope strip pole. He turned back and tilted his head to Connor, who shrugged and sauntered back outside on clacking high heels, his gorgeous ass cheeks squeezing out from under his mini skirt with every step.
“Erm, Jaime?” Bree whispered from the couch, catching her attention. “Ask for the pole, please.”
Jaime shrugged but nodded, seeing how that thing might be better kept around. “Erm, exuse me mis… Officer Connor?”
Connor turned back and placed one hand on his hips, looking down onto the still shorter goblin girl. “Yeah?”
“If you don’t have any need of that, I’d love to take it off your hands,” she smiled.
Connor scrutinized her and looked at the cylinder, appraising it. “Fifty bucks?” he asked.
Jaime pulled out three notes from her bra. “Got thirty warm ones here,” she beamed, waving them seductively in front of Connor.
“Fine,” Connor shrugged, sending a few fingers down the side of his trousers to fish up the band of his panties, posing himself so that Jaime could stuff the money behind it. As she did so, Connor gave a small belly dance with the help of his swole abs, spun around to show off his chiseled female rear and handed over the cylinder to Jaime. “Have fun with that, but not tonight. Don’t make us come back here again,” he warned, and began clacking towards the exit. “Good night, everybody,” he said finally as Jameson closed the door.
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No.1663
>>1662
Jaime walked over to the door to see if the two were leaving. She shrugged as she saw Jameson give Connor a slightly painful fist bump to the shoulder as the two sashayed tiredly back to their patrol car. “Alright, they are gone,” Jaime declared, turning around on clacking heels, overseeing the scene. “So, what did this thing to do them?” she asked Bree, sauntering over in her direction with a knowing smile.
“Eh, it just turned them into their favorite sort of girl, and gave them a fashion sense and knowledge base of how to work as a stripper without really messing with their personalities. Also, it makes friends of them not notice the change,” Bree smiled as she casually licked the freshly ejaculated mess off her face. “It was a flash of the moment idea.”
Jaime nodded and spun the cylinder into the air, feeling the weight of it. “Heh, shame it won’t work on me then,” the overly long-legged five foot goblin stripper girl giggled as she held it vertically and extended the rod, hooking it to the roof and floor and doing a twist around it, her H-cups jiggling free with heart shaped neon purple pasties barely over her big nipples and areolas. The only other items of clothing she wore were thigh high latex boots and a miniscule purple string reminiscent of the pasties. “Or maybe it will give me more skills?” she smirked and did a quick side spiral spin.
>Options:
>+1 Bree failed at backup solutions, not noticing Jaime’s extra additions.
> - install some time reverse on the pole.
>+? the gang dances on the pole themselves.
>Also, I’m intending to have this go into a fade to the morning after, so any suggestions should be with the thought that things have cooled off, people went home to sleep, and they are waking up.
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No.1680
>>1663
I reckon we forgot the backup solutions, and we might want to check how our plant girl maid is getting on.
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No.1691
>>1680
Yes, all possible events. Though I'd like more people to pitch in on how big a screw-up the backup on the pole should be, how many affected etc.
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No.1699
>>1691
I still think a cooldown or wear off would've been in line. Then again, I'm the moralfag who's like "Oh, poor family loses a dad and gets strippermom".
Hm.. Trying to leave that behind a moment, we could be a bit dastardly. Suggest Jay and Ronda take a whack at it?
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No.1703
>>1699
I'd be down with that
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No.1704
Sorry about the delay, have started but need to find the right angle and mood.
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No.1705
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No.1720
James woke the next morning with a headache. He certainly was late for class, as he had set his watch to wake him two hours earlier, but it had been turned off. He groaned and got up, pulling his shorts up on his way out into the hallway towards the bathroom for some painkillers and water.
Too much alcohol, he thought to himself as he saw the mess out in the hallway, pants and shirts strewn across the floor from everyone in the building. He smiled as he vaguely recalled bringing along one of the unexpected guests to his room for some fun. Bree, she(?) called herself, he vaguely recalled. Then the security guards who came by later, one of them showing off their skills with the strip pole while the other told them to be quiet. They hadn’t quite stopped at that, but they had lowered the volume.
He vaguely recalled Bree told him to get the telescope stripping pole off the security guards. Even paid him for the expenses. He vaguely recalled that Jay and Ronda brought it with them when they cleaned up after the party, giving it a whirl themselves. They weren’t half bad at it either. What a weird ‘menage a trois,’ those three. Bringing along alcohol and snacks, then cleaning up after themselves.
Oh well, James thought as he swallowed the painkillers with a sip of water, observing the fallout of the night before in the mirror. At least he wasn’t a green four foot tall goblin girl as he had dreamed that night.
But he’d wish he could have had her H-cup rack. Not that his E-cups were shabby he conceded with a pull at his pyjama neckline, using his arms to squeeze together the braless twins to show them off to himself. They raked in enough tip at the nightclub as they were, and anything bigger would probably leave his chances for a good job in an accounting firm, one not on his knees under a desk at least, low.
James sighed and slumped back outside into the hallway towards his room. He’d skip studies today and just chill until it was time to get to work. Cleaning clothes, have some food, read a bit and maybe call Bree. Working as a stripper was surprisingly lonely work, and if the fuzzy, tingly feelings from his panties were any indication, Bree had him interested.
James smiled to himself as he decided he would pull out a toy once the headache went away, in memory of last night with Bree.
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No.1721
>>1720
>just half of what I was planning on posting, but it's a natural split there before we move on.
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No.1741
>>1720
>>1721
I agree it's a good split, but it's ultimately not a good place for us to make suggestions. We have no clue where Bree is. I mean.. Unless you want us to play James for a while…?
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No.1745
>>1741
Hrm, trouble at the post office, as usual.
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No.1746
>>1720
Bruce woke the next morning to the strange feeling of a morning wood above his belly button. He groaned and sent a hand down to get a hold of the situation. He was vaguely surprised to find an extrusion halfway down the massive rod before recalling the upgrade at Jaime’s request. Further down he was also slightly surprised by the transition from hard stem to moist, pliable vulvas, a small clit on top, tingling at the touch. Still, he was sort of expecting it from the sagging weight of breasts and the tug of bra straps on his shoulders holding them in place.
Still, he found wasn’t feeling all too perky, so he made to get out of bed. He glanced around the room and found it had altered to his self-imposed social status as a female. Make-up and various beauty implements, cabinets with massive amounts of various clothing. Bright saturated colors and some manga posters of hunky men. There was still a computer, of course, but it was a bit more petite laptop than a stationary, and had a few pink stickers on it.
He opened the lower nightstand drawer to search for his physical porn stash, and found both pocket pussies and a few vibrators of various shapes and sizes. There even was a few plugs and bead chains for more creative entertainment.
Women were supposed to be a bit more in touch with themselves than males, he figured for himself. He shrugged and picked up a pair of ben wa balls, placing a leg on the bed to spread his legs, slid them down into his panties and into place. If he was to fit into girl world, he might as well do as the ads on the television told every girl they should do: Casual kegel exercises.
Seemed a bit redundant when he could tweak his body to perfection and give himself pelvic muscles that could bend steel or lift an commercial aircraft, but traditions were traditions. ‘Fake it `til you make it,’ he thought to himself as he adjusted his panties, erect horse dick be damned.
Still, something felt off. Bruce felt it gnawing at his stomach now, but he wasn’t particularly hungry. Impatient, he moved for the red wand on the key chain lying on his nightstand and walked over to the mirror. “Freshen,” he stated, and felt a chill go over his body before it felt freshly showered and dried.
“Dress,” he said next, thinking of something casual for stumbling around for breakfast. He ended up with hip-high hot pants jeans, with zippers along the hips. It hid his horse-dick well enough as a slightly chubby camel toe, which he assumed would be even more anonymous when it chilled out. Beneath that he had black, semi-transparent cotton tights and some anonymous sneakers. above he had as a body-hugging undershirt with no sleeves in the same black cotton, covered with a loose knit, shoulder-revealing wool sweater. “Make-up and hair,” was the next command, putting on a decent amount of pigment and putting up his now quite long hair in a style he’d never be able to do on his own.
“There, good enough for breakfast,” Bruce sighed and moved towards his door.
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No.1747
>>1746
> so, Tina and Johnny(/jay) started early on breakfast? Maybe a bit bigger than normal
> Should Bruce go for a bit of flexible fun with Tina to fill himself, +1 for changes
>Kenny our Motoko cosplayer might be around, And the untouched dorm mate & devout artist by the name Mary…
> other Ideas?
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