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 No.525 [Last50 Posts]

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.526

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>>525
To sum it up quickly, ‘Aspects’ are descriptions about the character / objects of interest that can be used in a scenario for a bonus (at the cost of a fate point), or at a detriment (to get a fate point). GM’s can tempt with fate points in an attempt to seduce a character’s flaws as much as a player can suggest them for himself.

A player can also spend fate points to (try to) create advantages in a scene: Notice some new items, hints of what to do, learn of some useful skill another character around them has.

‘Big, dumb ox’ can be used both for strength-check bonuses, or sense motive-check penalties.
‘Disorienting, spacious and noisy ventilation shafts’ is a familiar sort of terrain, giving different handicaps and bonuses depending on who’s doing what.
(while we’re mentioning ventilation shafts) ‘What do you need that stupid fricking rope for?’ might be a temporary item Aspect that can be used in fun ways.


Anyway, we can dig into this later on, I’d like to keep things running light for now to get my hands on things.
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 No.527

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>>526
So, character and world creation time. I’d like this to start off as a guy, an average schmuck among us. Though there’s a few things to put in place.

Protagonist Background: Age? Student or working? Living / economic condition? Location? personality traits & flaws(aspects).
World: Just like ours or something close to it? (I’d like a modern setting myself tbh. )
Trouble: what drops into our lap to make trouble for this guy? Is he special and the only one who got it? are there others? I’d like this one to be unbalanced for the heck of it. Is it controllable by our protagonist, or is he a leaf in the wind for it? is it sentient or a force of nature, magic, science or worse?

Stats are distributed along these ‘approaches’:
• Careful: When you pay close attention
to detail and take your time to do the
job right.
• Clever: When you think fast, solve
problems, or account for complex
variables.
• Flashy: When you act with style and
panache.
• Forceful: When you use brute
strength.
• Quick: When you move quickly and
with dexterity.
• Sneaky: When you use misdirection,
stealth, or deceit.

Though that is less relevant right now than overall direction and goal. TF is the name of the game in this chan, so that’s a given. TG is also probably going to happen, but who knows how it’ll happen.

Now I need three to five Aspects, one defining, one flaw and otherwise anything. Also Stunts and suggestions on approach priorities. Go :)
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 No.528

>>527
Alright, I'll go ahead and put forth my votes for this.

Age: 18-24
Student or working? - I'd say student, college maybe?
Living / economic condition - Struggling (economic troubles is one possible catalyst for the problem)
Location - Metropolitan
Personality traits & flaws - I'm thinking maybe he starts off as a hot-headed loudmouthed shithead, and maybe we teach him some humility on the way. General disposition aside, let's say he's a low - effort type of student who is generally bright but too lazy to actually put in the work.

Trouble : I've got a few different ideas here, so let me suggest my favorite three.

Scenario 1 - Invasion. Don't care if it's alien, demonic, or whatever. The theory behind this one is that the protagonist, his city, perhaps the world, is invaded by demons / aliens / fairies / whatever. Humanity is overwhelmed, and aside from a few pockets of resistance, most people are claimed by different factions among the invaders and become slaves to the whimsy of said invaders.

Scenario 2 : Tuition piling up, and no money coming in is pretty intimidating. Our character gets a job working for a (magical entity disguised as a human, magical human, or mad scientist) and is forced to change due to the job. Perhaps they screw something up and become entrapped in the new job early on, idk.

Scenario 3 - Cursed - Main character is cursed, and whenever some certain condition is fulfilled, the main character is changed in some certain way. (Left ambiguous, because I don't know what the general direction of this thread will be yet. I'm mostly along hoping to see some TG stuff here or there.)

Stats : I'm not sure how you'd like us to allocate these stats, but I'd say High values put into the Clever and careful stats, middling values put into the sneaky and quick stats, and low values put into the flashy and forceful stats.
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 No.529

>>528
Excellent. I'll warn people that I'm in Europe, so my time available will be early for most Americans.

Character sounds pretty typical anon-denizen to me, which works for me, hell, I even expected it. What would he be studying? Does he live in a dorm or sharing some apartment with fellow students?

Scenarios are good too, they put the character up against something, though #2 probably has some potential for a bit of narcissism, which can be fun too. #1 I’d probably go for something more subtle, or just down-right apocalyptic.

Also, think of potential co-victims for this story. A protagonist is only as good as his foils and allies.
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 No.530

>>529
Also, we got the stats to distribute:
one +3, two +2, two +1 and one 0.
Also, nice list of example Aspects: http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Aspects_List
Making a secondary character:
Archetypal Aspect: ‘Gamer dude’

Careful:+2
Clever:+0
Flashy:+1
Forceful: +2
Quick: +3
Sneaky: +1

He’s a geek, not a nerd. Studies along with you, but isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Doesn’t grind everyone’s gears, but his ignorance is sometimes obvious, and sometimes his passion gets in his way. His skill is in twitch-games with little tactics and other places in life where speed is more important than finesse.

Belief: ‘Imagination Is More Important Than Knowledge.’
Dispositions: ‘Quick to Love’
Disadvantage: ‘ I Have No Idea How Much I Don't Know’
Expertise: ‘At Home Behind the Stick’
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 No.556

>>529
>What would he be studying?
Hm, let's see… My vote is robotics or AI, both could be used in some way or another. Maybe something else though, biology perhaps? Idk, there are plenty of fields that could tie into any of these scenarios.

>Also, think of potential co-victims for this story. A protagonist is only as good as his foils and allies.


Alright, I'll do a few characters based loosely on the 30 second character thing you posted up there.

First a blank sheet though so I can come back later and copy without having to type each field again.


Character Name:
Character Appearance:
High Aspect:
Trouble Aspect:
Approaches
Third Aspect (Unspecified) :
(Optional)
First Additional Aspect:
Second Additional Aspect:
Stunts

Careful:
Clever:
Flashy:
Forceful:
Quick:
Sneaky:

Belief:
Disadvantage:
Expertise:

Leaving out Approaches and Stunts because I'm not totally sure what those are all about.


Character Name: I'll leave this up to you. I'm quite terrible at names I'm afraid.
Character Appearance: A young girl, 19 years old. She's got a cute face, but a terrible shrill voice. She stands 5ft. 4in. tall and weights 110 lbs. She dresses conservatively, usually nothing flashier than a blouse and knee-length skirt. Her hair is brown, and her eyes are grey. She also has high cheek bones and a pointed jaw. Additionally, she is always wearing her mother's golden cross necklace.
High Aspect: Believer
Trouble Aspect: Intolerant
Third Aspect (Unspecified) : Artist
(Optional)
First Additional Aspect: (nil)
Second Additional Aspect: (nil)
Careful: 1
Clever: 0
Flashy: 3
Forceful: 2
Quick: 2
Sneaky: 1

She's an Art student at the same college, and insanely good. However, she mostly just draws portraits of angels, demons, Jesus, and other biblical figures because she's a devout Christian and she brings that fact up whenever it's applicable (and several times when it's not.)
Despite being perhaps a tad bit too preachy, she's good with her brush, and she's got integrity.

Belief: Faith Demands Sacrifice
Dispositions: Art is pleasure
Expertise: Prefer the Honest to the profitable



Character Name: (Again, this ball is in your court)
Character Appearance: Short, a bit overweight, and dresses like your stereotypical nerd. Pocket protectors and all. He has shiny black hair cut in a bowl cut. He wears thick rimmed glasses and has buck teeth.
High Aspect: Nerd
Trouble Aspect: Knows too much
Third Aspect (Unspecified) : Computer Geek
(Optional)
First Additional Aspect: Absent Minded Savant
Second Additional Aspect: Loyalty for sale
Careful: 2
Clever: 3
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 0
Quick: 1
Sneaky: 2

This guy is pretty much a gigantic asshole. He studies computer programming, and occasional plays video games with the PC. However, he is petulant as fuck and will throw a fit any time he loses. He's really good with computers, though you never want to admit that because he'll go on about some bullshit for hours. All in all, useful to have as a friend in some instances, but goddamn if he's not annoying.

Belief: Precision trumps power
Dispositions: A fine line between Cynicism and Realism
Expertise: Expert Among Novices


I'll do some more of these later. Oh, and I won't be offended if you don't like a character. I can churn these out all day. I just need some sleep right now or I'd do some more. I've got a pretty good idea of the one I want to do next.
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 No.558

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>>556
Cool! I suppose the nerd is the more stereotypical one of them, but he and the geek should be annoying to each other. Though, I think I’d interpret the trouble Aspect “Knows too much” as more something you’d use on a rat running from his Don to avoid concrete shoes. I like the girl, though I might have to read up on the mythos to do her justice.

‘Approaches’ are the stats, the careful/clever/Flashy/Forceful/Quick/Sneaky bits.

A stunt is basically an even more active aspect that you use as a prime skill, not just a character personality trait that costs more to use. I see I might need to make a stunt for my geek character too.I am however wondering if we should not follow the rules too strictly on Stunts, they are very mechanically oriented. I’d make them more vague for now.

I’d say we got four chars for the dormitory now, which I guess is a round number for a module with single bedrooms with a kitchen and a living room. Other characters might go into a neighboring dormitory or otherwise be around.

Since we go specific with religions, I guess we go specific with locations too. Not that I’m overly familiar, I’d say England/London as the location? alternatively somewhere in the US, as my British memes and culture aren’t top notch.

Thinking our man has been forced to study something sensible, like engineering or teaching. Engineering might be too hard for him though… Oh well. We’ll see.
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 No.566

>>558
This was the other one that I mentioned before.

Character Name:
Character Appearance: Tall, and well built, anyone can tell by looking at him that he's an athlete. He stands 6'2" and weighs a muscular 200 lbs. His hair is blonde, and his eyes blue. He's always seen with a goofy smile, but he takes his studies seriously and is generally a nice guy to be around.
High Aspect: Friend of all people
Trouble Aspect: Generous to a fault
Third Aspect (Unspecified) : Gullible
(Optional)
First Additional Aspect:
Second Additional Aspect:

Careful: 1
Clever: 2
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 3
Quick: 2
Sneaky: 0

Surprisingly he got his scholarship not for his athletics, for his economic skills. He wants to learn all that he can while he's at the school, so that he could run his father's business one day. He isn't typical for a lot of business majors, he excels in his business ethics courses and seriously seems to want a respectable business that can help people. He hangs around a lot of different crowds. Breezing through the art scenes and athletic scenes like they were second nature. He's kind to a fault, always the mediator and never the instigator. He's practically a saint, but push him to his breaking point and he'll show you that he's not.

Belief: We must be the change we want to see in the world, ~ Mahatma Ghandhi
Expertise: Beware the wrath of a patient man

>>558
I misunderstood the "Knows too much" thing, I was thinking more like "he's an annoying shit and loves to prove people wrong." If you can think of a better trait to fill there, go for it.



> I think I’d interpret the trouble Aspect “Knows too much” as more something you’d use on a rat running from his Don to avoid concrete shoes.
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 No.567

>>566
>I misunderstood the "Knows too much" thing, I was thinking more like "he's an annoying shit and loves to prove people wrong." If you can think of a better trait to fill there, go for it.
Well, the advantage with the system is that it could mean what you interpret it with, too. It's just that the trouble with a trouble Aspect is that its supposed to be something that is going to be a fundamental problem for the character that could run a story. Therefore I connect the 'Knows Too Much' Aspect with something closer to a spy or mafia movie than a nerd being obnoxious about his knowledge.

I'd probably replace it with something like; 'Entitlement Complex,' 'Impetuous,' 'Ivory Tower,' 'Overly Blunt,' or 'Rude and Crude.' Once you've established someone is clever, it's not necessary to repeat that in other aspects(though, I realize my geek's 'imagination > knowledge' vs ' I Have No Idea How Much I Don't Know' is in that case overlapping too. Should probably tweak the former then, as the latter is more defining.

Revised Geek, now more mechanically oriented than just games, and a car, for his reflexes:

Johnny ‘RayJay’ Reynolds.
Lives in the dorm with you. studying, with a struggle, mechanical engineering. He’s not grating, but his ignorance is sometimes obvious and his misplaced passion often gets him in boiling water, especially when his mouth talks before his head thinks. Good at twitch-games and driving. When he can afford it, he works on his car, tweaking it for optimal performance, sometimes even finding it.
High Aspect: ‘Gamer Dude’
Dispositions: ‘Quick to Love’
Disadvantage: ‘I Have No Idea How Much I Don't Know’
Expertise: ‘At Home Behind the Stick’
Gear: ‘This car is a work of art and it runs perfectly, nine days out of ten.’

Stunt: ‘Jury-rigging’

Approaches:
Careful:+2
Clever:+1
Flashy:+1
Forceful: +2
Quick: +3
Sneaky: +0

Making some names then(nicknames abbreviated):

Religious girl: Mary ( 'Magdalena' / 'Maggie' ) Campbell
Nerd: Kenneth (Kenny / 'Comps' / 'Chumps' ) Stephens
Friendly: Mark W. Crow (no clue about nicknames for him yet)
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 No.568

>>567
Done some more work. I think we're pretty close to something here now. I got somewhat a scenario down, it should leave things open for wherever it will go.

Adjusted the other chars and wrote our protagonist: Bruce Morrison, student of all things IT and overall temperamental protagonist. Tried keeping him somewhat vague on Aspects for easier adjustments as we go.

Anyway, here's some updates on NPC's. I think I've come to the conclusion we are in the US somewhere, northeast maybe. Not familiar with the location, but eh. 'Somewhere in the northeast' works for me.


Mary ( 'Magdalena' / 'Maggie' ) Campbell
Character Appearance: A young girl, 19 years old. She's got a cute face, but a terrible shrill voice. She stands 5ft. 4in. tall and weights 110 lbs. She dresses conservatively, usually nothing flashier than a blouse and knee-length skirt. Her hair is brown, and her eyes are grey. She also has high cheek bones and a pointed jaw. Additionally, she is always wearing her mother's golden cross necklace.
High Aspect: ‘Believer’
Trouble Aspect: ‘Intolerant’
Expertise Aspect: ‘Artist’


Approaches:
Careful: 1
Clever: 0
Flashy: 3
Forceful: 2
Quick: 2
Sneaky: 1

She's an art student at the same college, and insanely good. However, she mostly just draws portraits of angels, demons, Jesus, and other biblical figures because she's a devout Christian and she brings that fact up whenever it's applicable (and several times when it's not.)
Despite being perhaps a tad bit too preachy, she's good with her brush, and she's got integrity.

Belief: Faith Demands Sacrifice
Dispositions: Art is pleasure
Expertise: Prefer the Honest to the profitable


Kenneth (Kenny / 'Comps' / 'Chumps' ) Stephens
Character Appearance: Short, a bit overweight, and dresses like your stereotypical nerd. Pocket protectors and all. He has shiny black hair cut in a bowl cut. He wears thick rimmed glasses and buck teeth.
High Aspect: ‘Nerd’
Trouble Aspect: ’Empathy?’ (replaces ‘Knows too much’)
Expertise : ‘Computer Expert’
Disposition: ‘Absent Minded Savant’
Second Additional Aspect: Loyalty for sale
Careful: 2
Clever: 3
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 0
Quick: 1
Sneaky: 2

This guy is pretty much a gigantic asshole. He studies computer programming, and occasional plays video games with the PC. However, he is petulant as fuck and will throw a fit any time he loses. He's really good with computers, though you never want to admit that because he'll go on about some bullshit for hours. All in all, useful to have as a friend in some instances, but goddamn if he's not annoying.

Belief: Precision trumps power
Dispositions: A fine line between Cynicism and Realism
Expertise: Expert Among Novices

Mark W. Crow
Character Appearance: Tall, and well built, anyone can tell by looking at him that he's an athlete. He stands 6'2" and weighs a muscular 200 lbs. His hair is blonde, and his eyes blue. He's always seen with a goofy smile, but he takes his studies seriously and is generally a nice guy to be around.

High Aspect: ‘Friend of all people’
Trouble Aspect: Gullible (replaces ‘Generous to a fault,’ redundant in combination with current and above Aspect)
Belief Aspect: ‘We must be the change we want to see in the world’
Expertise: ‘Beware the wrath of a patient man’

Careful: 1
Clever: 2
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 3
Quick: 2
Sneaky: 0

Surprisingly he got his scholarship not for his athletics, for his economic skills. He wants to learn all that he can while he's at the school, so that he could run his father's business one day. He isn't typical for a lot of business majors, he excels in his business ethics courses and seriously seems to want a respectable business that can help people. He hangs around a lot of different crowds. Breezing through the art scenes and athletic scenes like they were second nature. He's kind to a fault, always the mediator and never the instigator. He's practically a saint, but push him to his breaking point and he'll show you that he's not.



Bruce Morrison

Scottish-Irish ancestry, where he probably have inherited the temper from both. Dark brown-red hair, freckles and hazel eyes. 5’7”, about 180lbs, slightly bolstered around the belly. Shoulders are masculine, but arms and hands reveal a lifetime of computers and consoles and not much physical work. Studying IT because he knows computers and operating systems and, unless everything gets outsourced to India, there will always be a job available. Also, career possibilities if he can get good at programming… but that requires work…

High Aspect: ‘Struggling student’
Belief: (blank for Quest flexibility purposes)
Disposition: ‘Bright but lazy’ (considered blank, but this works)
Disadvantage: ‘Hot-headed’
Expertise: (blank for now, considered ‘Cuts It Close’ or ‘Leads the Hunt,’ but they might be getting in the way)

Approaches:
Careful:+3
Clever:+2
Flashy:+0
Forceful: +1
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +1
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 No.569

>>568
So far, looking good. What else do we need before we start? Also, where is everybody else? You and me have been the only ones here so far.
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 No.570

>>569
So it would seem. It would be an advantage to get more people's attention. Then again, it's sort of hard to market it without going non-anon :p
Oh well, went to the forums at Fenoxo and started a thread now. Should bring a few along.
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 No.571

>>570
Good stuff, let's hope we get a few nibbles.
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 No.573

>>571
Or maybe not. We could probably boot it up with what we got and see what happens, though.

Going to start a few paragraphs in next reply. it won't railroad right off the bat, so we should be good for now.
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 No.574

>>573
Works for me. Chances are, more people will be interested once it's up and running anyway.
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 No.575

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Bruce returns from college, finding the living room in its ordinary messy state. He drops off his bag in his room, turns on the TV in the living room, and walks into the kitchen to make a quick meal.
He finds some Ramen noodles in his shelf and sighs for himself, thinking that the life of the student isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. He could have done better in high school and tried to get more scholarship grants, but even back then he had to take side jobs to make ends meet.
The tv rambles on about politics and anti-science fanatics in the background as Johnny returns from his studies.
“Guh, news? I’ve learned enough for today,” Johnny sighs as he collapses into the sofa. His sofa, which it probably would have become if someone else owned it - considering he practically lives in the living room.
“Didn’t you spend the day fixing that car of yours?” Bruce said from the kitchen with a smile on his face, dropping the blocks of noodles into the chicken broth that just started to boil on the gas cooker. “I thought you knew everything about that ‘piece of art.’
“You can never know everything about the 83 firebird,” Johnny fired back from the couch. “Though, today I learned led lights can also catch fire.”\
“Still working on the sine pattern pulse?” Bruce said as he entered the living room and sat onto the armrest of the couch to see the news. There seemed to exist angry poster-wielders over in Europe too. “I would have thought making the engine run smoothly would have been more important than getting the cosplay-bit in place.”
“Coolness is just as important as power,” Johnny replied. “I’m not driving that car to its limits, and I’m still winning. Though, some of these guys are so stupid they bring automatics to drag-races, so it’s not very hard to beat them, you just have to find them before someone else takes their candy.” He sniffed the air a few times. “Ooh, noodles! You got some for me too?”
“Fix your own damn noodles,” Bruce said with a bit more bite than he had intended. “My pot is full, and I don’t want to mix your brand in with them.
“Fine,” Johnny sulked. “Oh well, are we done with the news? I’d like to play some games on my TV.”
Bruce looked over at the news. “I guess I can watch this on a stream in my room. It’s interesting to see what they’re doing over there, but eh, I’ll never understand half of it.”
“I agree, you wouldn’t,” Johnny smiled up to him as he switched channels and blocked a shoulder punch. “Get back to your noodles, kung-fu master ‘Noodly Forky.’”
Bruce got up and finished his meal, bringing it to his room to surf the net while eating. a short hour afterwards he exited to the living room to clean his dishes. Johnny had turned off the TV and had gone, most likely to his room or out for some supplies.
However, on the table - next to the controllers, a pile of soda cans, an empty dish and other random assortments Johnny kept within reach, there was something that didn’t quite fit in.
It was a box, a wooden, hand-carved one with a sliding lid. The sort you’d expect someone to use on cigars, but Bruce had never seen a foot long cigars before.

What to do next?
- Wait for Johnny to return?
- Examine / Open the box?
- Other?
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 No.576

>>575
Guh, going for return paragraphs, tabulations didn't turn out well here.
Anyway, things are still pretty open here, put down a few hints here and there of potential hijinks. Got a small plan about what's in the box but we can go with something else if people have good ideas :)
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 No.577

>>575
Open the box immediately
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 No.579

>>577
>Open the box immediately
going to start writing on this in about an hour, any more requests?
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 No.580

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Bruce picks up the box to study it a bit closer. It doesn’t have any seals on it, and by the sound of the dorm, he’s the only one inside. Mark, Kenny and Mary all have long afternoons on tuesdays.

Well, Kenny has long afternoons overall, sitting in the computer science lab until eleven. Mary stays in her corner of the workshop for the arts-students, painting her God-worshipping fan-fiction pictures. Mark goes directly from class to the gym and stays there until eight all days but sunday.

Bruce sighs for a moment as he tries to forget that he also should have been spending this quiet time working some job he hasn’t applied for yet. His budget depends on it… but one more month of not going out flipping burgers or doing some IT-support sounds about right.

He focuses on the box again and decides to see what’s inside, tenderly opening the lid.

Bruce pauses for a moment before his face cracks into a stupid smile and he chuckles. The box contains a wand. A freaking Harry Potter wand. He rolls his eyes and puts the box down onto the table, sitting down to look at it.

It lies in a bed of red velvet, a handle of turned dark brown wood, most likely oiled and most definitely polished, with beads at the top and bottom working as guards. The rod at the top, however, looks suspiciously like gold. at the stem its about a quarter inch, seven inches long and an eighth of an inch at the tip with a rounded top

That seemed to be all there was in the box. Bruce decided to feel its weight and picked it out by the hem of his shirt, not wanting to leave fingerprints on the finely polished wood or the gold. It did actually weigh something, so his mood lightened a bit. Maybe it was something Johnny had won in a car race from some kid with too much money and too little sense? It probably would be worth a few hundred bucks, just for the gold. He began tapping on his phone to check out the current price per ounce.

Hmm, the digital news were in an uproar about something going down in Sydney. Seemed some sort of terrorist attack by the headlines. ‘Chaos at Dawn in central,’ ‘Government has no answer,’ ‘Police dumbfounded.’

Bruce thought, as a kid from the late nineties who had grown up with the war on terror, of the old saying ‘no news from the east front’ and promptly went to search for gold prices.

Options:
- Call Johnny and check if he knows anything of this. (If not, there might be some money to be made)
- Give it a whirl just for lulz, try to figure out what makes it work. (what sort of whirl? latin? swoosh against something? think very hard about something? etc.)
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 No.583

>>580
Try testing it out for lulz, with the most cliche of spells, like "hocus pocus"
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 No.584

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>>580
>>583
>Whirl now with a hint of hocus pocus.

“Oh shit!” Bruce exclaimed to himself. “Eleven hundred dollars an ounce? This is at least two ounces of gold, maybe three!” He leaned back and dropped the phone in the couch, chuckling loudly.

The magic of gold Bruce could believe in, picking the wand in his right hand and waving it aimlessly in circles in the vague direction of the TV.

Bruce said “Hocus Pocus,” the wand promptly puffed and something made a whoomph sound beyond the purple smoke.

Bruce promptly lost it, and the wand, as he startled back from the event as if an empty gun just fired a bullet inches from his face. “The FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK!!? WHAAAT??”

The smoke rose into the air, revealing a television made from gold, Diamonds and jewels embedded along its sides, and the table below it creaking from the new-found weight. It was still a fifty five inch widescreen LED-TV, by the looks of it, but it was of no mark he had any clue about.

“Whaaaat?” bruce said in a long disbelieving drone.

Optional complications:
+1 point: Johnny returns home from shopping, sees TV
+1 point: Bruce fails to hide the wand from Johnny.

Optional routes:
- Try and figure out how the wand works,(turn the TV back?)
- Other things?
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 No.585

>>584
Going to be gone until sunday around this time. See you guys then!
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 No.596

>>585

Back, nobody around?

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 No.598

>>584

Try to turn the TV back, with something equally cliche like "Abracadabra"

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 No.600

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>>584

>>598

>Try to turn the TV back, with something equally cliche like "Abracadabra"

“What the hell,” Bruce stated in an exasperated tone after looking at the television for a few long seconds.

Shell-shocked, he lifted the wand once more against it. Maybe it would turn it back with some good-will, as the gold and glimmer seemed to be somewhat connected to his worries when he waived it last time(*).

“Abracadabra,” He almost whispered as he waived the wand with purpose.

Another small whoomph and a small flash and the TV was back, shaking slightly on the table. Or… was this one bigger? Maybe it was a bigger model. Not that he would complain about such an upgrade, which, when he thought about it, probably may have been a good enough reason for it to have happened.

Bruce lifted up and looked at the wand, still shocked at the impossibility of it, but also beginning to realise the potential of it. Even though he didn’t know the upper limits of it, something that could turn a plastic TV into a solid gold TV with gems was worth more than anything on this planet, as far as he knew.

*[clever approach check: 2 + (1) vs 2 (fair difficulty), success+1]

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 No.601

>>600

I guess I should have added some more suggestions at the end. Johnny might return home and Bruce might fail at hiding the wand, or if you got something else, suggest it and we'll see how we can use it!

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 No.606

>>600

Let's make sure the T.V. still works. You said it was altered, we'd best make sure.

I don't see Johnny giving up this wand. I say he keeps testing it out until Johnny gets back.

Some ideas:

Bring a potted house plant to (Animated)life.

See if he can turn water into beer.

Finally, see if he can make lasers come out of it.

These are some of the first things I'd try. (Also, been a while since I stopped by here. Glad the quest started up with those characters we worked on. Looks like we have a participant that's not me as well, so that's good news. Maybe we'll get more.)

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 No.607

>>606

>I don't see Johnny giving up his wand

I meant bruce.

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 No.608

>>606

Ah, hello again, great to have you back! I try to have at least one update every day, depending on how fast people reply. I'll get to writing this now

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 No.610

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>>600

>>606

Bruce picked up the remote and tried turning the TV back on. The smart TV menu came up, showing some programs and apps he hadn’t seen before.

Bruce didn’t really know how to respond as he saw ads for season two of Firefly panning through the preview line at the bottom, so he blinked and rubbed his eyes and looked at the wand again.

“What the hell, wand?” he whispered with a tone of frustration in his voice to it. As an embittered, old firefly fan, it would seem the wand was reading his thoughts for adjustments. Also, spontaneously creating a TV-series? Did the wand alter reality to make the actors and producers make the show, or did it just manifest in this tv?

So many questions, so few answers.

Bruce decided it was time to try it out again. He pondered for a moment before he went into the kitchen to fill a glass with water, placing it on the kitchen table and clearing the dirty dishes away before aiming the wand towards it.

Bruce pondered about magical words, but he had ran out of cliche ones so he invented his own.

“Water-to-beer!” A puff. A fresh pint of beer. Bruce went over and had a taste. Hmm, quite close to his favorite brand, but sweeter. He always found that brand somewhat bitter, so he assumed this meant he had confirmed that the wand seemed to be connected to his mind for references.

Bruce went into the living room again, looking around the room for something else to try. He saw one house-plant that was standing by the window. Mary had brought in in some vain attempt to lessen the circulation problem in there. It had pink flowers in clusters and thick green leaves. If he recalled correctly it was named a flaming Katy, though he just called it the pink Cathy.

Bruce had a funny idea and aimed the wand towards the flower. “Animate flora!”

The standard puff, and the flower began rustling. Green leaves moved around, the clusters of pink flowers moved up to into one, round form. It seemed the leaves had become a thin torso and arms and the flowers were posing as a head.

“The fuck is going on?” a high-pitched but teensy voice came from the plant. Bruce walked slowly over to look closer, seeing a pair of darker flower blink at him as the head rotated against him.

“What the hell, man? I was having a great time without a consciousness,” the plant said before gesturing aggressively at the dirt if was potted in. “Now, I have to sit here in this dirt and watch you fleshlings walk around fucking, eating family members and puking out carbon dioxide for me to consume and taint my body with!”

The plant turned around and demonstratively crossed its arms. “Thanks a fucking lot, dude,” it tossed over its shoulder before continuing to ignore Bruce.

Bruce, being dumbstruck by the indignant plant, didn’t know what to say. “Wait, what? What’s with the attitude?”

The plant scolded him with dark-pink flowery eyes, speaking over its shoulder through a crack opening in the flowery head. “Don’t ask me, that’s something you gave me.”

“Oh shit. The wand implanted my personality on you?”

“You’re the one with the wand, you should know what you’re doing with that thing,” the flower hissed, turning back to look out the window, leaning into the cracks of sun that were still around.

“What the hell?” Bruce asked, but the flower had begun to ignore him in earnest. Just then, he heard footsteps outside the door and the jangling of keys. Shit, it probably was Johnny returning from… wherever he had been! What would he do?

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 No.612

>>610

Well fuck.

Well, we can't fix the TV, the Plant, and the wand all at once, so I think we're busted. Best just come clean and hope they can help us figure out what's the deal with the wand / not be too terribly pissed about us peeking.

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 No.613

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>>610

>>612

Well he can try to avoid responsibility. Sorry if that goes a bit against your intention, but it seemed more like what Bruce would do in a situation like this.

>[Quick approach, 2+[0] vs 3, fail]

Bruce thought quickly and tried to imagine what would be the best way to avoid getting caught with this item in his hands and the evidence. he aimed the wand quickly over to the grumpy plant’s back, which looked over it’s shoulder and got an apprehensive look as he spoke.

“Normal plant,” he whispered the command with intent, stabbing the wand towards it. The puff hit it and it settled back into something not as humanoid. Bruce was relieved for a second, that was probably the biggest problem.

He heard the key had begun to scratch the door, so he turned around and made towards the box. Alas, Johnny’s domain was not Bruce’s, and he promptly got tangled in some console cables.

“Shit,” Bruce exclaimed as he fell over onto the floor, the wand rolling noisily in front of him, rolling between himself and the door.

Johnny opened the door with two paper bags cradled in his arms. “Hey man, you okay?”

“Erm, yeah, I just fell in your cables, I was going to open the door for you,” Bruce said while getting back up.

“Don’t worry about that,” Johnny said as he put the bags down by the door. He noticed the wand lying on the floor and guffawed at it. “What’s that?” he asked in a voice about to crack into laughter.

>[Sneaky approach: 1+[-3] vs 2, fail]

“You don’t know?” Bruce got back up and tried to casually pick up the wand at the same time. Unfortunately, Johnny noticed his clumsy attempt at doing so and picked it up before he could get to it. Bruce had some inner words to the damned long-fingered twitch-gamer right then, but he didn’t say them.

“Well yeah, it looks like a damn magic wand from some animated princess show made real,” he said with a giggling look on his face. “Damn, this thing is made of solid gold? Where did you get it?”

>[Sneaky approach: 0+[-1] vs 1, fail]

“It’s not yours?” Bruce said, going closer and trying to act cool, but his nervousness of him holding it bleeding through his body language like a sieve.

“Eh, no,” Johnny replied, giving Bruce a pondering eyebrow at his behaviour. “Where did you find it?”

“It was over there in that box when I came out here,” Bruce pointed at the box still lying on the messy table in front of the television.

“And nobody else had been home,” Johnny gave the wand a closer look. “There’s runes on the metal here. This must be worth a bit.”

“At least a few thousand just for the gold,” Bruce conceded.

>[Johnny notices changes? Careful approach: 2+[0] vs 3, fail]

Johnny made an impressed whistle before he looked around the room for a moment, glancing at Johnny after a few moments. “And nobody else have been home?“

“Not that I know of. Though, I didn’t notice you leaving either.”

“Well, so some fedex idiot failing at his job left this here?”

“Door was locked when you got back, right? They don’t have keys to the dorms, unless it was the janitor. And you know how helpful the janitor is.”

“Yeah, true,” Johnny said miffed before smiling. “So, have you been doing the Harry Potter act yet?” he asked while raising the wand in the air.

Bruce’s eyes widened in panic. What will he do?

-Talk him out of it by lying

-Talk him out of it by telling him it works?

-Try and take the wand before Johnny does something stupid.

-Tell him to do something specific?

-Other

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 No.614

>>613

Hmm, a few typos here and there:

second paragraph ending, should have been […]biggest problem solved.

Second paragraph after sneaky approach check, should have been Johnny instead of "He".

The second sneaky approach is a flashy approach,

Oh well, we've got potential for some hilarity here now!

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 No.616

>>614

Talk him out of it by telling him how it works. Emphasis on the TV and how it wasn't exactly the same when we tried to turn it back so he gets some idea of how dangerous it is.

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 No.617

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>>613

>>616

>Talk him out of it by telling him how it works. Emphasis on the TV and how it wasn't exactly the same when we tried to turn it back so he gets some idea of how dangerous it is.

“No waitwaitwaitwait,” Bruce exclaims and waves his hands in panic at Johnny, scared to death he’ll try something that they’d both regret. He sighs as Johnny gives him an incredulous look and awaits a response. “It actually works. I accidentally made the TV into gold by thinking of how poor I was when I waved the wand at it and said ‘abracadabra.’ Then I turned it back, and if you see, it’s not quite the same TV that you used to have.

>[Bruce trying to make Johnny believe him, clever approach: 3+[0] ]

>[Johnny believing the tall tale: clever approach vs (4 - johnny's careful approach(3)): 1+[1] vs 1, success]

Johnny focused on the television, walking past Bruce and looking at it closely. “You’re right, this one is slightly bigger, and there’s ads for Firefly season two running on it.”

Bruce sighed with relief. “Yeah, that was also a conundrum. I think this wand reads your mind to figure out what you want, well, to add details to what you want. Also,” he gestured at the potted plant and the pint on the table. “I kinda turned that plant alive, but I reverted it before you entered, and I made this beer from water.”

“Okay…” Johnny replied, looking closer at the plant in the window. “It does look more humanoid, now that you mention it. But man,” he turned around, looking Bruce in the eyes, “I need to see proof that this is legit. I know you’re not flush with money, so I find it unlikely that you’ve gone out of the way to prank me by buying a new TV and hacking into the apps to make some fake firefly ad. But this is so far out there that I can’t take it on faith alone. If you put up some cameras just to film me swallowing the prank, I’d have to punch you in the face.”

So, what would Bruce do?

ask Johnny to show him what he’s learned so far, lending him the wand again.

Tell Johnny how it works with intent and some commands.

re-animate the plant? Other tricks?

+1 for reckless idea(your choice)

+1 for Bruce getting snappy at Johnny for some reason,

+1 point if Johnny/Bruce has some kink that will bleed into the spells if they’re not careful.

other things?

Don't be afraid to come with new complications or interesting items/scenarios/additions. use a -1 to get Bruce some advantages, give +1 for disadvantages. Currently we're around 4 points (3 starting, +1 from certain unrevealed facts, +1 for trying to hide the wand from Johnny,)

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 No.620

>>617

Nobody is going to relinquish that immediately after figuring out what it can do. I'm guessing he'd go screw around with his car using the wand. He probably has a few ideas of specific tweaks that could be made.

Could also see him doing something magical relating to video games. But not until they have a better grasp of what they're dealing with.

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 No.621

>>617

Something big but not world-wrecking would be pretty welcome to demonstrate the wand's power. Making a parade happen just outside the window? Summoning a loyal maid, or an absolutely delicious fancy meal, maybe?

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 No.622

>>620

Thinking they'd both agree going outside to do some magic on his car would be somewhat overt and stupid if the wand is legit. There's no garage for Johnny around the dormitory, just open air. He drives off to a mechanical club about ten minutes away when he's doing major work on it.

Also, I'd think Bruce would try convincing him to hand it over, even if it seems unlikely that Johnny would do so, but he wouldn't get physical over it.

>>621

Now we're getting closer to something here. I might start writing in thirty minutes with these two. though more examples of big things would be interesting.

Also, I'd love some suggestions on kinks/fandoms for the two!

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 No.625

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>>617

>>620

>>621

—-

Bruce figured that Johnny would say no to handing the wand over if he asked him directly, so he decided that it would be for the best to just teach Johnny what he knew.

“Okay, I’ve only used it four or five times the last ten minutes, so it’s not very hard. You aim it at something and say some words with intent, then you just give it a little extra nudge and it’ll go puff and magic happens.”

“No shit?” Johnny replied, not quite onboard about the concept yet. “So, I guess we should find something harmless to do,” he said before pondering for a moment. “Hmm, you animated the plant. What about turning it into a plant-person? some plant-girl… maid?”

Bruce gave Johnny a look. “A maid? That is kind of big,” he glanced over at the potted plant. “Though it might be interesting to see if it worked. Maybe not make her too big though, in case Kevin, Mary or Mark gets home while she’s dusting the room.”

“Yeah, okay,” Johnny said, beginning to aim at the plant in the window.

> [clever check on Johnny to think of all the details: 1+[-2] vs 1, fail]

“Plant maid!” A puff of smoke, and the pot fell onto the floor and cracked, the sound of creaking wood and squelching leaves, like someone twisting a thick branch of lettuce in their hands, could be heard while the green mass on the floor grew.

“Woah, this reminds me of that Akira movie,” Johnny said in a awestruck tone, still aiming the wand at the metamorphism happening in front of the couch. “You know, when Tetsuo starts leaking into the throne and things begin to go sideways?”

“Yeah, thanks for remining me,” Bruce said with a shiver, intently paying attention to the mass of vines, leaves and flowers becoming larger and larger by the second. “In case something goes wrong, be ready to yell undo or something and wave at it.”

“Gotcha,” Johnny replied. “Oh, something is beginning to look familiar,” he said as the leaves began to grow upward into a humanoid shape.

The limbs were beginning to soften, leaves turning into a smooth green surface like the skin of apples. Some leaves were becoming dark and purple and some were becoming paler apparently taking on the form of a french maid uniform. The body seemed now to be about four foot six. the head initially featureless as a fruit, were beginning to get facial features. Thin vines with pink flowers growing as hair.

And then the breasts began to grow up to something close to a double D-Cup, the waist shrunk in, the hips and thighs bulged out, a thin line on its face cracked open and puffed up into red lips. There was more or less no nose and no ears, which left it with plenty of space to create big eyes with dark grass eyelashes.

“Whoops,” johnny said at the sight. “F.Y.I. Sexy plant maid may have slipped into my mind,” he said awkwardly as the plant creature opened its eyes and smiled at them.

“Hey dudes,” the four-foot six inches tall plant-maid greeted them with a high-toned voice with a dialect close to Johnny’s. “I guess I’m like your maid,” she rose on the balls of her feet as a pair of heels grew out of her heels, adding another three inches to her height.

She clacked around and saw the dirt and the broken pot behind her. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry, that’s totally my dirt,” she said and flashed a stupid grin at the two as her left hand morphed into a shovel and her right grew a thick bristle which she used to scoop up the dirt.

She did so by bending over without crouching, leaving the two with a prime view of what was hidden under her maid skirt: A paper-thin dark purple plant thong barely covering a thick, puffy green crotch.

Bruce turned his back to the scene quickly. “Erm, yeah. That much seems apparent.”

“Erm, just keep cleaning up… plant-maid,” Johnny replied awkwardly to her while trying to refocus on Bruce. “Erm, yeah. Sorry.”

“So yeah, wand works. You also have to be somewhat careful with what you’re thinking about,” Johnny said as he gathered his wits again. “So, what next? If this thing can create intelligent life, where does it end?”

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 No.630

>>625

We could test if it has an effective range. Like visible stuff up to a distance or things we can't see.

Try using it on something outside the window.

Try turning something you can't see.

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 No.632

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>>625

>>630

>We could test if it has an effective range. Like visible stuff up to a distance or things we can't see.

>Try using it on something outside the window.

>Try turning something you can't see.

Bruce pondered Johnny’s question. “I don’t know. I’ve only used it on things I could see within a few feet so far.”

Johnny nodded while scrutinizing the wand. “And we don’t know how big changes it can do. Or if it can do changes people won’t notice.” He said and pondered for a moment. “Let’s see if I can change the color of my car from up here. Could you go over to the window and see if it happens?”

“Sure,” Bruce said as he turned around to walk over to the window, seeing the plant maid bending back up again with a slight jiggle in her chest. She looked up at him and gave him a cheerful smile. He realized her teeth were white as marble, but he bet they were made out of some strange sort of wood. She got out of his way and moved with an alluring sway in her short-legged, high-heeled steps towards the kitchen. The dirt and the remains of the potted plant in her hands.

Bruce nodded thankfully to her and got over to the window, looking out to confirm that the car was where Johnny usually parked it. “Alright, I see it. Dark red as usual” he said, turning back to Johnny, who was, while pretending to study the wand, giving the plant maid a hidden disbelieving glance as she pranced into the kitchen.

Johnny startled a bit as he noticed Bruce was looking at him with a slightly irritated frown. “We should probably give her a name,” Johnny said in a guilty tone, “Plant girl or Plant Maid doesn’t work very well.”

“Yeah. it doesn't,” Bruce agreed. “But let’s try this car thing of yours first.”

“Right,” Johnny said, closing his eyes and holding the wand up in the air as if he was an orchestra instructor about to start a symphony. “Watching the car? All right, here I go: Turn car blue!”

Bruce could hear the wand puffing, and as he blinked, the car instantly changed color. “Hey, look at that, it worked!” he exclaimed.

“Cool,” Johnny said. “Did anyone notice it?”

Bruce looked around outside. “Nah, there’s nobody around.”

“That’s a shame,“ Johnny replied as the plant maid sauntered back into the living room.

“Would you like me to clean the kitchen too?” she asked, standing in the doorway with a straight pose that accentuated her curves, looking up at Johnny with a wide smile.

“Erm, sure,” Johnny said and watched her go back into the kitchen. “She’s somewhat like a halfling, but a… curvy one. I’d expected someone that height to be a dwarf.”

“She’s below five feet, which I think is around the upper limits for a dwarf,” Johnny replied while nodding. “But you’re right, she’s more like a small human, with wide proportion.”

“I can hear you,” her high voice said in a considerate tone from the kitchen, along with the sound of clattering plates and glasses. “Weren’t you guys going to get me a name?”

Both of them blushed at the unexpected reply. “Sorry about that,” Johnny called back to her, then he got an idea. “Oh wait, I know. Tina. As in Tiny Tina from that Borderlands game.”\

“Really,” Bruce gave him a raised eyebrow. “You think she fits her description?” he said while using hand gestures to outline a curvy woman.\

“At least she’s tiny,” Johnny said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I love Tina,” She said in an passionate voice from the kitchen, diligently continuing her work.

“I guess it’s settled then,” Bruce said and gave Johnny a resigned smile before focusing on the wand again. “All right. Do you think I could try the next spell?”

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 No.633

>>632

>[Bruce flashy check vs Johnny’s flashy check. 0+[1] vs 1+[1], fail]

>[spent 1 FP from Bruce to adjust scenario]

Johnny weighed the wand in his hands and gave Bruce a skeptical look, apparently not too interested in handing it over.

“Hell man, I was the one who figured out that this thing worked and I let you use it, knowing that it was authentic. Since nobody knows who owns it, I’d say we should share fairly.”

Johnny grudgingly nodded his head. “All right, you can have it again, but I want to try the large scale potential of this thing first.”

Bruce shrugged. “Fine, what were you thinking?”

“I was sort of thinking large scale and hidden. Something like… making our college demand uniforms. I mean, not just suddenly deciding it today, but since the beginning.”

“Hmm, that sounds pretty big, and it would let us know if it can alter reality,” Bruce agreed. “Though, If it didn’t work, we would make news headlines about students magically wearing uniforms.”

Johnny shrugged. “Either that or we do something smaller amongst ourselves to check it out first.”

>[+1 FP for ‘hot headed’, previous angry outbursts at two roomates.]

“I’m not very interested in being hit by that wand directly,” Bruce said with a hint of doubt in his voice. *“Maybe Kevin or Mary?” he asked with contentment in his voice. “Just do something relatively harmless to them. Make Kevin wear a bowtie, or have Mary change her vanilla hairstyle into a purple sidecut or something?”

“Hmm, I’m see where you are coming from… but I don’t know,” Johnny replied while scratching his chin. “As long as we keep it harmless, I guess?”

>Should Bruce try and do the spell himself, or have Johnny do it?

>Any suggestions on alterations?

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 No.634

>>633

Let Johnny do it.

Try changing the reporter on TV.

That would let you test 2 things:

- Changing something you do not really now the position of

- and you could try to make it unnoticeable to others.

Find a female reporter and change her clothing into something a lot less formal.

Btw: I think we already changed reality by creating a living plant person.

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 No.635

>>634

>Btw: I think we already changed reality by creating a living plant person.

with such red lines, anything we do can be called altering reality :p.

I guess by 'reality alteration/warp' I'm thinking of changes that nobody would find out of place, rewriting the known universe to make room for it without provoking mobs with torches and pitchforks.

Oh well, I'll get to writing after a shower, if nobody else has anything to add by then.

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 No.637

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>>633

>>634

>Let Johnny do it.

>Try changing the reporter on TV.

>That would let you test 2 things:

>- Changing something you do not really now the position of

>- and you could try to make it unnoticeable to others.

>Find a female reporter and change her clothing into something a lot less formal.

“Certainly, Bruce said before pondering for a moment. “It’s still like an hour until Mary will be back, and Kevin will probably be closer to midnight. I think we might have to find some other option,” he said while looking around the room, ending up looking at the television. “I know! Lets find some channel doing a live show. We can try out altering that and see if anyone reacts.”

“That’s not a bad idea, dude,” Johnny replied in a cheerful tone. He picked up the remote and switched the TV on, quickly skimming through the channels. “Here, we got that local news channel, they have damn long weather forecasts if I recall correctly.”

“… We’ll be back to the Sydney crisis at eight, but now; the weather. With our meteorologist Catherine Hanson,” the aging news anchor apparently named David McReary announced, as if going over to the weather would be a good change of pace.

“Thank you Dave,” the whispy brunette in her late twenties smiled at the camera, wearing a dark blue blouse with sleeves to a few inches above her hands and a black pencil skirt going down just below her knees, her feet hidden by the crop of the camera.

“All right,” Johnny said, aiming the wand at the television. “So, I’m thinking we alter her clothing a bit.”

Bruce gave Johnny a tired look “Not another maid uniform, I hope?”

Johnny blushed a bit at the accusation. “Not a maid uniform, no. I was thinking we should start easy to see if anyone reacts.” he said before going silent, focusing on the television and slowly aiming the wand at it. “More sensual clothing,” he commanded, and the wand puffed.

“Did it change anything?” Bruce asked, looking closer at the screen. “I can’t notice any difference.

>[johnny clever approach figuring out what he forgot, 1+[2] vs 1, success]

“Fuck, I forgot to add some exception for us,” Johnny groaned. “She might have changed and we wouldn’t know the difference.”

Bruce looked closer, pondering if the plain black skirt reaching mid-thigh and the white, sleeveless crop top wasn’t what she had been wearing. “I suspect that might be a tiny bit risque for weather forecasts,” he asked rhetorically and shrugged his shoulders. “Let me write this down so we can see if the paper changes. Actually, I’ll write it down twice, keep one paper piece in my hand and one on the table.”

Johnny looked a bit anxious. “This is sort of creepy. Imagine doing something dramatic and not being able to tell something has changed? That’s huge.”

“Yeah, which is why we need to be careful about this thing. Now, have you figured out what to think of to avoid us forgetting?” Bruce asked, putting down the paper sheet on the table and holding one slice of it in his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll think that anyone within five feet of the wand won’t be affected by the reality change,” Bruce replied and aimed at the television, focusing. “More sensual clothing,” he stated and the puff was heard.

“Dude,” Johnny exclaimed in an overjoyed tone. “Look at that, haha, it worked! And nobody seems to have noticed!” The weather woman was now wearing a incredible tight white tube top and a related miniskirt even shorter than the other one.

Bruce joined into the chuckle, once again awestruck by the wand’s power. He picked up the paper from the table and compared it to the one in his hand. “Huh, look at that. This one describes what she was wearing, this one describes her current attire.”

“So the paper you held ignored the effects. That’s good to know,” Johnny agreed.

“Thank you, Cathy Handsome,” the voice of David said from the TV, “for the very beautiful weather.” the channel switched back to see Cathy bounce happily along with her assets, “No, thank you, mister,” she energetically replied with more lisp in her voice than before and struck a pose to show off her curves.

“Erm, I can’t recall changing her to do that,” Johnny said apologetically.

Bruce looked at the show while pondering, seeing the ads at the end showing off various titillatingly dressed women doing news, foreign politics, weather, sports and the likes. “I suspect you just turned this news channel into a men’s magazine version of a news channel. maybe it is so that when you alter reality, certain things needs to be altered along with it to keep it believable?”

“Makes sense,” Johnny said with a meek tone. “I should revert her back to normal.”

“Maybe she’s back on again in an hour,” Bruce said as he looked over at Johnny. “I don’t know if it would work when we can’t see her. Might be unwise altering without having a way to watch over her.”

“I guess,” Johnny said as he slumped back into the couch.

>where to go next?

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 No.638

>>637

Have Bruce ask for a turn, and see if he can make Johnny forget various topics.

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 No.639

>>637

Lets see if the wand has any other powers. First, I'd like to try something abstract. Like "I'm going to summon a tome that details how this wand works"

We've just been shown that the wand is bad about unintentional side effects, is that going to alter how we use this thing or are we going to be reckless with it?

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 No.641

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>>637

>>638

>Have Bruce ask for a turn, and see if he can make Johnny forget various topics.

>>639

>Lets see if the wand has any other powers. First, I'd like to try something abstract. Like "I'm going to summon a tome that details how this wand works"

>We've just been shown that the wand is bad about unintentional side effects, is that going to alter how we use this thing or are we going to be reckless with it?

You tell me, what would be good precautions to make? I’ll manage a post without having an answer to it.

“Shall we say that it is my turn now?” Bruce glanced over at Johnny and the wand, eager to get another go with it.

Johnny sighed before holding out his hand with the wand towards Bruce. “Fine. Though I’d like to know what you’re planning to do before you do it,” he said as Bruce picked it out of his hand.

“I was thinking we should try and see if we can make a instruction manual for it,” Bruce said as he hefted the wand in his hand, looking for the block of paper he had on the table.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Johnny agreed before he became remorseful. “We should have thought about that before we changed someone to figure something out.”\

“Yeah, we will fix that,” Bruce replied, irritated at the gloom. “All right, I’ll just take one of these sheets,” he ripped one off from the pad and put it down on the corner of the table. “And I’ll have to think of a good command,” he said and pondered for a few seconds before aiming the wand at the paper. “English Wand Instructions,” he said and the wand puffed. the paper had turned into a small pamphlet.

“Here we go,” Bruce said with a smile as he picked up the pamphlet. “Doesn’t seem very advanced, just about eight pages in here,” he muttered as he opened it. “Damn, it’s broken english, like some Google Translated article about something.”

***Salutations! One make instruction to comprehend containment artifact for unit #5, second left index. Container of finest craft, stabilizes to maximum stability reached. In case of breakage, wish very carefully for repair, sacrifices may be necessary.

***In case of malfunction, create redundancy as soon as possible.

**Symptoms of malfunction:

*sputtering, shaking and uneven puffing, wrong target

*creaky sound, wrongful interpretation

*sparks, extra targets

*purple glow before initiation, stronger effect

*spiralling strands of smoke, target self

*giggling whispers, most likely harmless, unknown

*black orb aura, revert effect as soon as possible. If happens first try, fortunes be upon you.

Bruce blinked as he read the first page of the instructions. “Seems this thing has a safety precaution manual, in case of malfunctions.”

“Oh it can malfunction too? Well that’s perfect,” Johnny said in a nervous tone.

“Yeah, from the second sentence it comes with warnings about what to do. Seems it heavily recommends creating safeguards.”

“Yeah, but does it say anything about that?”

“No,” Bruce conceded. “I’ll read a bit more,” he said as he flipped to the next page.

***Scale of effects vary place to place and nearness of items #1 to #6. Stabile increases with multiple, alas, too many too close very unwise. One every hundred thousand realms recommended, move every year.

***Story: Spouse searches for items when they have time. Details withheld for safety. Names of power should not be mentioned near artifact.

“This doesn’t make much sense to me,” Bruce shrugged. “Then again, it never really did. Something about realms and five more and a censored story,”

“Anything about protection?” Johnny asked.

Bruce sighed and moved on. “Ah, here we are,” he said as he began to read aloud.

***Recommended

**When item to use, make sure to have reversible options in case of error. Optimal solution to create alternative item with stability, alas less power.

**Suggest: Anchor necklace. Include reverse functions, hardness, warning and journal.

“Seems it recommends using the wand to make undo buttons,” Johnny said after thinking carefully about the words. “In the form of necklaces.”

“Seems logical enough,” Bruce agreed, skimming a few pages forward, but it was mostly illustrations of how the wand was supposed to look. A cutout illustration showed that there was a cavity beneath the gold wand inside the staff. there seemed to be a small metal cylinder fitting inside the cavity, and a small item seemed to be stuck in some sand inside.

“Huh, seems this wand contains something that is doing all the magic, not much bigger than a penny rolled together, by my reckoning,” Bruce replied as he closed the pamphlet and put it onto the table.

—-

>Alright, so back to business. Sort of skipped some options, this got long enough by itself. Might continue on them here now if nothing else pops up.

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 No.642

>>641

Create 2 necklaces enchanted with something like:

awareness of all alterations/uses

undo the last change

indestructibility (or something close)

Also create a book that will list all alterations/uses that are done.

It shall adds items to the list when the wand is used

Make it so that when an item is crossed out, the alteration is undone.

That's be safety items I would make. The necklace is for fast access but the book is for long term effects.

And for fun: Turn Johnny's ears into cat ears to test the items.

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 No.643

>>642

Hmm, some of these suggestions conflict slightly with the suggestion of altering Johnny without his knowledge. Then again, those suggestions didn't specify what one would remove, but it seemed like it was meant to be his knowledge of the wand and then we'd be stuck in a dilemma.

Anyway. I'll be back in three hours time or so.

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 No.644

>>643

I'm personally against making Johnny forget about the wand. It seems like a dick move.

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 No.645

>>641

Johnny and Bruce ought to take this wand out on campus after they get their medallions made.

Now that they've got a reverse button, I could totally see our hot headed hero going too far with this wand.

Let's run rampant on the campus for a bit, maybe encounter some of our other characters in the process.

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 No.646

>>642

sounds like a good start.

>>644

>I'm personally against making Johnny forget about the wand. It seems like a dick move.

> yeah, it sort of is out of character at this point in time compared to the suggestions. Johnny's probably the only guy Bruce really feels a connection to among the dormitory friends.

>>645

Yeah, that might be somewhere to go, even though I suspect there's not many left on campus right now.

I'll just start with making some items then.

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 No.647

>>641

Make it fashionable to carry around fake magic wands, but ensure nobody else has a wand looking like the one our protagonists carry! Should make things both hilarious and make their own wand more inconspicuous.

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 No.648

>>647

We can change people without them seeing us or us seeing them.

And we can choose who should be aware of any change.

Making everybody carry around a wand is unnecessary

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 No.649

Dice rollRolled 8 (1d20)

>>647

We can change people without them seeing us or us seeing them.

And we can choose who should be aware of any change.

Making everybody carry around a wand is unnecessary

(Also testing dice)

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 No.650

>>649

How do you roll those?

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 No.651

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>>641

>>646

“Oh well, we better get started on the protection devices,” Bruce said, thinking about what items he had that he could use. “Ah, I think I got an old watch in my room that I never use. That’ll be useful for keeping it on my body. Do you have any trinkets you want to use?”

Johnny pondered for a moment,” I think I got some dog-tags in a box, let me go an check it out.

After fetching their items, Bruce began writing down a list of abilities on a piece of paper. “I’m thinking if we write it down and keep it in our hands when we cast the spell, it will be easier to avoid minor bugs and keeping the effects to the letter,” he explained to a slightly confused Johnny.

>[Johnny careful approach: 3+[1] vs 1, success]

“Keeps us aware of alterations done to reality.”

“Undo effects placed upon wielder by pressing button on the back, or wishing very hard for it, or if we are unable to react and one hour has passed.”

“Item is immune to being altered. Deactivating this ability has a two hour countdown.”

“Active mode, query mode and passive mode. Active mode automatically rejects future and current effects, query gives you a moment so you can read the description and decide to reject or allow, passive doesn’t stop but warns you.”

“Unbreakable, but it may fake being broken for camouflage. Repairs when willed to it by wielder.”

“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.”

Bruce showed Johnny the sheet. “Looks logical enough. I never cared much for law or programming myself. Computers in cars is blasphemy in my opinion,” he said in a cranky tone before moving on. “Number three, why did you put in a deactivation?”

“In case we need to adjust the rules,” Bruce said while scratching his neck. “I’m sure we might need to revise these rules when we find some flaw in them. As long as we are the only ones who know the mechanics of it, it should be relatively safe. Ah,” Bruce picked up the pen again.

8. “If someone uses magic to get to the instructions of how this item works, pass fake information to them that will alarm us of the tampering.”

“You see? Already now we’re coming up with postscripts,” Bruce said to Johnny before placing the dog tags and the cheap watch on the table. He picked up the wand in his right hand and the paper sheet in his left, aiming at the watch. “Enhance as scripted!” The wand puffed and the watch became something more modern and expensive looking, the glass replaced with a digital screen in the vein of a smart phone.

“Damn,” Johnny whistled. “That’s a pretty sweet watch.”

Bruce put it on his arm. He intently thought about turning on the query mode, and it buzzed twice. the word queury blinked on the screen once. “Looks like this one reads your mind too. Oh well, time to try and fix these dog tags then,” he said as he picked up the sheet again. “Enhance as scripted!”

The wand, uncharacteristically, sparked and crackled. “Oh shit,” was all Bruce had time to say before a small lightning bolt jumped to the dog tags, then to the TV remote, then to the console controller, and finally to the almost empty glass of near-perfect beer, altering them all slightly.

Johnny had retreated deeply into the couch. “What the fuck was that!?”

“I think that was a misfire. The manual said something about sparks and multiple targets instead of one. I guess sparks means electrical bolts.”

“Ah, yes. I’d hate to figure out what would happen if it boomeranged back on you.”

“I guess I would become my own immunity object,” Bruce shrugged and picked up the remote and saw a small screen at the top. “Shit, I think I soul-bounded to this one now. Let me try and activate the deactivator on it.” a small beep and a countdown of 120 minutes began on the screen. “All right. I think it still works as a remote too.”

Johnny picked up his dog tags and observed them, who now seemed to have some extra information embossed in them. “Hmm, wonder if dog-tags were the best choice of protection, considering what they usually are used for,” he said before putting them on.

“All right. So how do we test if these work?” Bruce asked Johnny.

Johnny sighed, heavily considering. “Fine, do something minor to me, see if it works.”

“That’s very brave of you.”

“Well, It wasn’t a big problem for the weatherwoman, beyond us ruining her personality and life in the process.”

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 No.652

>>651

“Eh, she seemed to love it, and we’ll fix her later on,” Bruce said as he raised the wand towards Johnny. “Say cheese: Cat ears!”

The wand began to glow purple and hum as if it was charging. Both their faces drooped as the wand puffed much louder than usual. Both coughed as the smoke covered the room in front of them. “Damn, are you okay, Johnny?”

“Nyaa,” a lighter voice than Johnny’s normal said through the fog before coughing, hands waving away the smoke. Slowly a slightly more slender form appeared, his hoodie tighter across his torso, his skin apparently charcoal grey. His head had been totally transformed into a cat’s. Dark green eyes and a some big rings pierced through his ears.

Bruce realized his skin wasn’t grey, but it was a thin layer of fur on top of it. His pants were also less baggy than he previously had and more form fitting, wrapping along hips that seemed slightly wider than what they had been previously.

“What happened to me,” he asked after a few more seconds,“My voice is higher, and my face feels strange,” he said before noticing the grey color on his hands, the nails sharper on his fingertips.

“Yeah, you kinda turned into a cat-person-hybrid thing,” Bruce said slowly.

“What?” Johnny tried to get up but found his feet had morphed into digitigrade paws, with boots to fit them. It did compensate for his loss of height though. He walked quickly over to the mirror by the door and hissed. “Shiiet,” he said, touching his teeth and his snout. “It’s wet too. Oh,” he said as he began pivoting the ears. “It’s like old radio switching between different noise channels.” He then felt his torso and stomach and hips. “What the hell, this body is all lumpy, oh” he dug into the back of his pants and pulled out a tail. “Yeah, that’s a tail. damn, it feels like I’m trying to take a shit in multiple directions moving it around.

Bruce observed Johnny for a moment, beginning to find the scene hilarious. “I think it fits you,” he said with a chuckle. “Even though it’s sort of androgynous.”

Johnny rested a hand on his wider hips and gave him a look. “If that’s the way it’s going to be, I’m demanding a trade,” he said shifting his legs slightly at some unseen discomfort before focusing on Bruce again. “You turned me into a furry cat person, I get to turn you into something.”\

>Aight, two mishaps in one post, been waiting on it forever. pity it didn't happen while they didn't know the rules.

>so, what next?

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 No.653

>>652

Fair is fair. We got the safety objects after all.

But he should only do a small change, since this was only supposed to change is ears. The wand just malfunctioned.

Also maybe create a stable less powerful wand.

(the roll menu is in the options down below)

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 No.654

>>652

Lol fuck that, let him try to take the wand. After seeing those sorts of unintentional side effects, no sane person would agree. We haven't even checked to see how reversible the change is yet. Nothing we've tried to revert back to normal has gone perfectly back to normal yet.

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 No.655

>>653

>>654

Hmm, two different angles and some different suggestions. second reply seems a bit more in Bruce' hot-headed personality, and they have been somewhat reckless with the thing so far.

I guess trying to undo the cat-morph effects first with the counter-items would be wise. secondary wand might also be something to consider, though I'd prolly run a clever approach for them thinking of it.

No big reply before later, just dropping by between tasks. What sort of persons will they meet at the college at around 7pm?

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 No.656

>>652

Just turn him into a hot bimbo. As cliche it may be, considering the board's theme I doubt anyone has any objections to TG TF, and it does sound like something humiliating enough.

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 No.657

>>656

hehe, someone tired of the slow buildup? I guess we can arrange for that. Currently I'm thinking I'd go: debate, undo, new wands, Johnny's payback(apparently bimbofication, I'll prolly filter it through Johnny's kinks). I must admit I'm pondering if moving off to the college at night will be happening in this thread, I think its more likely Kevin will return first.

Oh well, going to start write in an hour or so, will try to be done within two hours after that with a post.

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 No.658

>>655

I didn't include the undoing the change option because we don't control Johnny and he should be the one to undo his change. We could suggest it to him though.

>>656

As was already said. Bruce is hot-headed, but he's not mad or evil.

Serious mental change is definitely in the evil range.

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 No.659

>>658

>I didn't include the undoing the change option because we don't control Johnny and he should be the one to undo his change. We could suggest it to him though.

Well yes, but I doubt Johnny would wait to undo it very long.

>As was already said. Bruce is hot-headed, but he's not mad or evil.

>Serious mental change is definitely in the evil range.

I interpreted that as Johnny's revenge on Bruce, but I guess if you follow the rule that we can only control Bruce then it would be from Bruce point of view and sort of evil, yes.

Still, I'd give points for allowing Johnny to do something in that vein, considering its a stupid thing to do but overall entertaining storytelling.

Still a bit busy with work, going to take another 40 mins before I begin.

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 No.661

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>>652

>[flashy approach to convince Johnny to let it slide, 0 +[0] vs 1, fail]

Bruce waved his hands in the air. “Not a chance man. This was meant to just be ears, then this wand overshot. Let us start with trying out our protection items.”

Johnny murred unhappily while looking at Bruce, ears folded back and tail twitching in that way cat tails twitch when annoyed. “Fine,” he said as he picked up the dog-tag hanging around his neck. “How does this work anyway… Oh here we go, you can suppress bulges in the dog tag,” Johnny said as he pressed one. A metal popping sound, a blur, and Johnny was back to his human self. “Woah, that felt creepy. Hey,” he turned to the mirror and put a hand to his face to feel the almost hairless chin. “I’m back to myself, yay!”

Bruce sighed a breath of relief. “I’m glad it worked then. How about we make some new magic items that are a bit safer?”

Johnny nodded. “Yeah, this one seems a bit like a jet plane. If you don’t know how to pilot it, you’ll crash and burn hard.”

“Agreed,” Bruce replied as he took the sheets of paper and began writing. “I’ve got an idea. color coded plastic wands with limitations. Put them on a keychain and switch as needed.”

Red: Physical change only, no mental or overall reality change.

Blue: Mental change only, no physical or overall reality change.

Purple: mental and physical change, no to overall reality change.

Green: Anything, wand wielder and included targets are aware but excluded from alteration

White: Anything, wand wielder and included targets are aware and included in alterations, can ignore compulsions.

“If we need more variations than those, we can make more later on,” Bruce said after reading them up. “I think the colored ones should be safe to use most of the time, and the white one should probably be safer than this one,” he said as he gestured with the wood and gold wand.

“All right, we probably need some junk to transform,” Johnny said as he rummaged through the local trash can, popping up some old plastic ball pens, soda cans and candy wrappers, setting the refuse carefully on top of the table. “There we go. Make two keychains while you’re at it.”

Bruce shrugged and aimed the wand at the pile, holding the note. “Magic keychain!” he said once, twice, with uneventful puffs. Two keychains with neon colored rectangles the length and thickness of pens lay on the table. “Phew. glad that worked out. I didn’t want to become a magic keychain.”

“Well, you got that query protection activated. Which reminds me,” Johnny looked closely at his dog tags again and clicked a bulge. “There, better safe than sorry next time.” He picked up one of the sets and switched to the green wand. “Now, my turn to see if your protection works.”

Bruce murmured with dread. “Fine, I guess we need to test these wands out too. So what’s your plan? Don’t do something too drastic.”

“I was thinking something that triggers over time to certain events, more or less like a curse,” johnny said with a mischievous smile on his face. “So far we’ve just done instantaneous effects, so this should teach us if it is doable,” he said before aiming the green wand at Johnny. “Curse less” he said… and nothing more seemed to happen.

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 No.662

>>661

Bruce felt words coming into his head from somewhere. ‘Do you want to apply the enhancement, curse less? More information?’ Bruce mentally shrugged and thought ‘more information.’ ‘effects will gradually apply if you say words defined as swearing, effects include physical transformations towards human base model[ref 1], mental changes, none.’ Bruce shrugged and accepted the queury. “So, I swear and I transform towards a image you've imagined?”

“Pretty much. Give it a go, I’d like to see how effective it is,” Johnny smiled.

“Shit dick bastard bitch,” Bruce peppered out before stopping as he felt uncomfortable.

His legs seemed to be shrinking in height, his pants shrinking down along with them, actually getting tighter. Then his torso began to shrink and his slightly chubby pecs began to grow bigger, perkier and feeling fuller.

His t-shirt tightened around them and the neckline expanded, leaving him with a view of fleshy curves he haven’t had before, and the sight of straps belonging to a bra.

Then his face seemed to be going through a thing as he felt his lips thicken, his jaw change in some manner and his eyes felt like they were growing. and finally, he felt his hipbones begin to expand, flattening his stomach slightly and making his pants tighter than he was comfortable with as it hugged them even closer than before.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed from thicker lips while looking down at himself, trying to keep his balance on his now off-balanced legs. Which prompted his thighs to begin filling his pants, which now were turning into some dark grey cotton pants instead of jeans. “You gave me a curse that turns me into a freaking woman when I curse?”

His shoulders and neck began shrinking inward, giving him a more feminine upper body profile as the straps of the bra became visible in the widening neckline. “Freaking isn’t a curse word, oh shit! Shit!” he said as his rear began perking up, stretching out his pants a bit more, which now were starting to lose their legs and crawl up to his knees. Then his sneaker shoes became black pumps with one inch heels.

Bruce sat there keeping both hands over his mouth, which still were miraculously guy-like. “I guess I’m bad with swear words,” he admitted after removing his hands, weirded out by the feeling of his lips on them. He somewhat regretted it as he let the arms hang by his side, which promptly reminded him of his now much wider hips and cheeky rear end. He scowled at himself before glancing over at Johnny. “I guess the experiment is a success. Would you mind me going back to normal now?

Johnny sat back in the cough and chuckled cheerfully. “I guess not, even though it was hilarious to see you swear your way to boobs and hips and a pretty face.

“Screw you Johnny,” Bruce said with a tiny smile and a chuckle of his own, prompting his butt to expand again and his pants legs to shrink up to above his knee. He paused and observed his ass over his shoulder, giving it an experimental squeeze. “What is the end goal of this curse, anyway?”

“Bodacious flag girl with leather hot pants and a matching top with some checker patterns along the edges,” Johnny chuckled, still finding the scene hilarious. “That ass is getting out of control!”

“Don’t look at my damn ass,” Bruce snapped back, still smiling slightly at Johnny’s infectious mood. “Oh shit, shit!” he managed to blurt as he felt something slither in the crotch department, underwear and pants tightening in the front and a enticing warm feeling spreading up and flowering in his stomach. Then his arms and hands began slimming and thinning down from his outburst.

“All right, I think I just officially changed gender,” Bruce managed to say after a few moments turned away from Johnny, trying to acclimatize to the new feeling of tight clothing wrapping all around his hips and crotch.

“You’re about halfway there, by my reckoning,” Johnny said while wiping some tears out of his eyes. “Want to discuss some politics, Buffy?”

Bruce was about to spontaneously reply but decided not to at the last moment, pointing a small index finger at Johnny.

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 No.663

>>662

Hmm, I need to make smaller replies in the future. Then again, I like to get as much out of my replies when I first have the time to write. Oh well, I guess we're getting close to going out for some random fun if that's what people want next?

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 No.665

>>662

Go to the bathroom and swear yourself to full girl infront of the mirror.

After that return to normal and go around campus to find fun targets.

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 No.674

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>>661

>>665

>Go to the bathroom and swear yourself to full girl infront of the mirror.

>After that return to normal and go around campus to find fun targets.

Part one successful at least. Getting close to erotic now :p

“I’m going to my bathroom,” Bruce announced, choosing his words carefully. “And yes, I’ll probably take some time,” he said while giving Johnny a challenging look.

“Boo, this was fun to watch,” Johnny in mock indignation. “Let me watch the rest too.”

“I rather do them on my own,” Bruce said in a serious. “We’re close friends, but I don’t think we’re this close just yet,” he said while pointing at the unfamiliar feminine crotch. “I’d like to figure what you’ve given me without giving you a peep show at the same time.”

“Uh, okay, sure,” Johnny replied, realizing what Bruce was getting at. “I guess I should have added some mental changes to the mix for that, huh?”

“That would have been… disturbing, I think,” Bruce said, feeling some growing heat below and leaving Johnny hanging for a moment while shifting his body slightly. “Anyway, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. Figure out what we should do with Tina,”

“I almost forgot about her,” Johnny replied quickly, somewhat relieved of the subject change. “Tina, How are you doing?” he asked as he got out of the couch and went into the kitchen.

“I’m doing fine,” she replied from out of sight with a giggle, her voice a combination of laidback dudette and sex bomb. Bruce didn’t catch the rest as he left for the bathroom, closing the door and turning around to look at the mirror.

“God-” he caught himself, but not before his chest began inflating again, the t-shirt becoming sleeveless, the neckline even deeper, and the bottom half climbing above his belly-button, revealing the top of his feminine pelvis and a still somewhat bulky waist. The breasts easily showed off the deepening valley and expanded enough to let gravity tug skin against skin. At least it would if he didn’t have a bra that also morphed into something more form fitting and snuck between to support them. If he had to guess he now was the confused owner of a C-cup.

Bruce shrugged in annoyance and fished his phone out of the tight pockets of his pants, which proved to be enough of a challenge that he managed to provoke another transformation, focused on his legs and feet. They were now becoming dainty as hell and the pumps added another inch to their heels. He managed to strain the phone out of the pants before the pockets disappeared and the pants became tight sports-shorts, hugging his triangular crotch even more and provoking a feeling of pleasurable pressure.

Bruce took a few selfies of himself in his current state before he swore three more times. His breasts heaved to and expanded once more, the bra merging with the shirt, turning it into something more sexy. It revealed nipples expanding and growing erect and sensitive, an inch wide and tall on top of puffy areolas, at least two inches wide. The body of what now probably was a top, climbed over his stomach and wrapped closely to his torso and breasts, slowly going from dark cotton to dark leather embossed with checkers around the edges. The bright light of the bathroom made highlights that accentuated the round curves of the breasts and tiny highlights where the nipples were making a scene.

While this happened, Bruce’s dark brown-red hair began to flow down his head, changing its color to a more fiery red and gaining a certain amount of wave and curl to it. Also, being completely new to the concept of long hair, it promptly got into his face, provoking a sneeze and another impromptu curse.

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 No.675

>>674

Before the last curse had time to begin, his waist finally figured out it was time to join the rest of the body in this journey, and shrunk, increasing the profile of his flared pelvis even more and making his belly muscles flatter and more pronounced. Bruce thought that this might have been one of the better parts of this transformation as he snapped a photo of his first ever flat stomach with a dumb grin on his perky lips.

Which just expanded again, along with his eyes getting slightly bigger, his nose shrinking down some more, along with his jaw and cheekbones getting smoother and the skin smoothing out. He thought his previous face had been pretty feminine when he entered the bathroom, but now he laughed and took another picture while crossing his eyes and giving a smile so wide that there had to be some Tyler blood in his final form. There was, as far as he could tell, no familiarity between himself and the face of this girl, as he currently looked nothing like his mom or any relatives.

Bruce shrugged and took a few more snaps, then he swore a dozen times tired of the slow alterations. His stomach morphed to get a nice feminine muscle tone. His waist shrank again. His shoulders shrank once more, leaving them just as wide as his hips. This also made the top alter its form again, shrinking and tightening once more over his chest.

After some minor adjustments to hands, legs and skin tone - Bruce had never tanned, ever - the cursing stopped having an effect. He was by now wearing black hotpants with black and white checkers, the legs cut half an inch below his tightly wrapped crotch, barely containing his sizeable butt cheeks in the back. The top wasn’t much better, now a leather bikini barely holding his breasts and stiff nipples under control

Bruce took another few pictures before noticing his blush and the increased feeling of warmth and pleasure from his nether-regions, every shift of his legs rubbing the tight clothing up against what he could guess was hiding down there.

He decided it was time to go for broke and found a zipper in the back of the hot pants, pulling it down and gently peeling the pants off. He saw he was wearing black string panties with red lining, slightly moistened and clinging closely to a puffy pair of vulvas, thicker than two thumbs each. He wrapped his right hand around it and gave the folds a few gentle rubs, which provoked him to moan slightly. A feminine voice he hadn’t heard before came out of his mouth and made something in his head go critical.

Within moments his lower body shuddered and exploded the rest of him with a very pleasurable release, hanging on to the sink as he lost strength in his legs and control of his moaning voice, doing his best at observing the female body in the mirror having an orgasm. After half a minute, he regained his composure, looking away from the mirror to gather his thoughts for a moment.

His panties were now soaked, so he took some toilet paper and dabbed them before they dripped onto the floor. He looked up at the mirror to observe the body again and gave himself a shrug as he continued to dab his panties, making a point out of the absurdity of the situation.

A few more selfies were made for later, before he put the hot pants on again. He picked up the red wand and aimed it at himself and whispered “freshen.” The smell of woman disappeared so suddenly he realized he hadn’t noticed it before. He felt freshly showered, but gave his armpits a quick smell in a very unladylike fashion to make sure. He was going to turn back, but he figured Johnny did deserve to have a quick glance at the final form of his payback before he undid the damage.

>Alright, I may start on the campus tomorrow, unless Johnny's been up to some sort of trouble out with Tina while Bruce tf - fapped?

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 No.680

>>675

Go see Johnny. Suggest turning Tina more human so she's less flashy? If we have guest over a plant girl is kind of weird. (Unless reality was change accordingly…)

Maybe give her a morphing ability between human looking plant - plantgirl - human with slight plant traits

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 No.682

>>663

gotta say that I've got no complaints against the long replies.

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 No.683

>>680

>>675

You mentioned we were moaning in there, how thick are the walls in this place? I'm betting Johnny could hear our antics and I think that would be a fun interaction to see.

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 No.687

>>680

Why not make Tina invisible? Am I the only one with a kink for getting a blowjob from an invisible person?

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 No.689

>>680

Might be one solution, or just give her a enhancement that veils her from what she is, but I'll stick to suggestions on this.

>>682

hehe, I guess you don't. I've got a few gripes here and there about some grammatical and canon things I've done so far, but there's always room to improve.

>>683

bit late, imo to add that. but I got an idea I'll expand on in a quick reply

>>687

hmm, also doable. I'll make a quick reply with some of these and some of mine

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 No.690

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>>674

Bruce slipped out of his high heeled shoes, after almost straining one of his damn thin ankles. The novel, feminine pelvis and repositioned femur joints was enough of a challenge to keep abreast of… when it came to walking, which was a pretty damn ingrown trait in most humans, Bruce realized as he walked into the living room.

He walked barefoot over to the kitchen, not really noticing the smell of some fruit in the air and wet squelching sounds before looking at the back of Johnny. He seemed to be standing alone in the kitchen, but it was apparent something was giving him a blow-job. Problem was that there was nothing to see.

“Awkward,” Bruce said ironically in his now feminine, distractingly hot voice. Then he tilted his head “and eerily disturbing. What’s going on… well beyond the obvious?”

A wet smacking sound could be heard as Johnny’s hips leaned slightly forward as if something slipped off him, not without fighting a vacuum and causing Johnny to groan. “Oh hi. Are you Bruce? Hi Bruce,” the voice of Tina replied out of nothing. “It’s your plant maid Tina, at your service. Oh sorry Johnny, got distracted by girly Bruce,” she said before she went silent and Johnny’s hips swayed back again with an hushed omph.

Johnny looked over his shoulder with a blush while swaying rhythmically. “Err, sorry,” he said distractedly. “She offered, and I figured I might waste some time while waiting for you to finish.”

“I guess I didn’t last as long as you are,” Bruce leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms and chuckled at the absurdity, his D-cups jiggling along in his embrace. “You want me out of here while you finish? I can watch the door or do something else,” he said before pausing for a moment. “But damn, man. I know you, you’ve not had a girl in months. How are you holding on with her eagerly sucking you off over there?” Bruce felt his lips moisten at his sultry female voice commenting on absurd things.

“You want to know I could show you, but it might be a bit intimate.”

Bruce gave his chest a sideways shake, causing his breasts to sway prominently “Bigger problems than that hanging around right now,” he shrugged.

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 No.691

>>690

“All right. Let’s move to the side, Tina,” he said and got a sound of agreement before he began to take baby steps shuffling to the side. Bruce could then see a dick, probably close to ten inches long and two inches thick, getting treated by Tina’s invisible mouth, nudging down against the back of her throat as invisible lips could be seen hitting his bottom. There were also a slight tint of green at the tip and the veins.

Also, the balls were massive, most likely lemon sized, and Bruce could see that the tip of his dick was continuously dripping tablespoons of pre for every stroke Tina was sucking out of him, disappearing a few seconds after going down her throat.

Bruce didn’t know if he should laugh or stare in shock, so he did a bit of both with a dumb smile on his lips. “To be honest: That’s hilarious and absurd.”

“I know, right?” Johnny said and shrugged while Tina kept milking his dick. “Well, did a few upgrades on her. when she sucks someone off, their junk will become bigger and more productive every time they get off. To be honest, I’ve already come twice while you were in there. That added about four inches to the length and one to the width, and the junk in the trunk, obviously.”

“And the invisibility?” Bruce asked while leaning back against the inner door frame, smiling like an idiot.

“Little bit of me worrying about what would happen if any of the others came home and saw Tina, and me wanting to see this going on,” he said as he gestured demonstratively at his dick getting sucked by someone invisible. “I’m the first guy in the universe that has seen this happen to themselves,” he said and laughed a bit before the chuckle became grunts, and the familiar motions of an ejaculation came over him.

The cream came like a water-hose out of his dick, adding another half inch to its width and another two to its length, making it a foot long. After ten long and slow bursts, he groaned and patted the invisible Tina on the head. “Aight, that’s enough for now. Oh, here comes the hangover,” he said as he slowly slipped the slightly limper dick out of Tinas mouth, holding it up with one hand as the other snuck behind his sack and under it as the balls became large like apples, veins clearly churning below the taut skin.

“That upgrade to Tina removes the hair off your balls too?” Bruce asked, wondering if he should give it a go on his current body to see what would happen then.

“Wouldn’t be very sexy if it maintained hair density,” he said as he let the balls fall down in front of his pants. “Damn, these’ll never fit now,” he shrugged.

“Are you thinking about your pants, or in someone’s vag? I’d say no to both,” Bruce said and chuckled at the unreal sight of Johnny’s knee-slapping dick resting between his apple-sized balls. “Mind if I take a picture of this hilarious work of fucking art?” he asked as he picked up his phone “I’ll crop your face out if you want to stay anonymous,” he smiled.

>Options:

Bruce trying out Tina’s magical lips on current form

reverting and going out

>Complications:

Return of Kevin

global events of troublesome +1

>Other things? I still got a few more hours so do respond!

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 No.692

>>691

>Bruce trying out Tina’s magical lips on current form

>global events of troublesome +1

Whatever you mean by this. But it's better than Keving showing up, I think.

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 No.693

>>692

hehehe, I find it hilarious that people would prefer to wreck the world instead of having Kevin come home. But I guess some complications are entertaining. I'll give this another half hour before I begin writing again.

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 No.695

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>>690

>>692

Johnny chuckled himself. “I should have thought about that before I did this with Tina,” Johnny shrugged but presented himself, standing slightly to the side and lifting up his foot-long member for the shot.

“I did a few pictures of myself in the bathroom during the swearing, but this is just as much a money shot as far as I can tell,” Bruce chuckled and put down his phone on the bench next to where he was standing. “No pockets on this costume you gave me, barely saved my phone from an untimely death from morphing leather hot-pants,” he said as he looked at Johnny’s face.

“I was just planning to show this body you put me in for you before I morphed back, but now I’m feeling inclined to see what Tina would do with it,” Bruce said with an embarrassed smile while scratching her neck, making him aware of the breasts lifting along with his shoulder. “Where is she anyway, can she turn visible again?”

As Bruce asked, Tina faded back into the room, her uniform currently more like underwear and her lips thicker and redder than before. “He gave me the ability to turn it on and off,” she smiled and walked over to Bruce, taking his hands. “You want me to eat you out? I can do that. I’m sure you’ve got a very dirty pussy that needs a good cat-wash.

Bruce slumped with a groan and looked over at Johnny. “Is this your way of talking dirty to a girl?” Tina joined him with a sheepish look herself.

Johnny blushed embarrassedly, holding a red wand in his hand aimed at his pants as they inflated to make room for his log and sack that he’d already put into a newly morphed pair of boxers. “Maybe?” he said as he began buttoning up the fly. “What does it matter to you anyway? I didn’t give you any mental changes, so you should be Bruce the manly inside that body,” he said as he placed his fists on his hip and struck a superman pose with his impressive package. “Anyway, can I watch now? You got to watch me get a blow-job, and I’d like to see how it works on a female body.”

Bruce pondered for a moment before replying. “Eh, sure, but I’ll want her visible,” he replied, prompting Tina to do a bounce of joy. “I think my inexperience with this body makes me less insecure than someone who has lived their entire lives with it.”

“That and it being super hot,” Tina added as she pressed her chest against Bruce’s stomach, her head barely caressing his breasts.

Both Bruce and Johnny had a chuckle at the sight. “Can you grow a bit higher on your own?” Bruce asked her. She answered by adding another foot to her height over the length of a breath, making her look like an adolescent instead of a hafling.

“Maybe some more mass too, Tina? You’re looking like a young girl with huge breasts,” Johnny added in a doting manner, which Tina reacted to with a smiling eyeroll before bulking up a bit. “I guess some of Johnny’s seed was useful in giving me something to grow on,” she said with a shoulder shrug before aiming for Bruce’s lips.

“Err, nope,” Bruce said and leaned back. “I know where those were not two minutes ago, I’d rather not have a scoop of Johnny’s goop on my lips, even if they are perky and girly.”

Johnny had to chuckle as he sat onto one of the chairs in the kitchen, reversed with his arms over its back and his package falling through the hole between the two supports holding the back. “I’d probably have used it against you as some achievement. Probably the ‘first guy to taste the other guy loses’ competition.”

Bruce looked over at Johnny while enjoying the feeling of Tina’s breasts against his own. “I think I better get back to my own body soon, or we’re going to forget that this is supposed to be awkward,” he said to Johnny before looking at Tina. “Any way to clean yourself of any evidence of Johnny’s little Johnnies?”

“Sure,” she smiled and nipped at a small imperfection an inch away from her lips, which promptly peeled like a snake shedding its skin, towards the mouth. Within moments she was eating a crumpled bundle of transparent green salad that had been the skin around and on her lips and inside her mouth.

“There, all gone, freshly peeled,” she said as she snuck in for a kiss that Bruce didn’t get away from. She tasted like apples and strawberries. She then pulled him along over to the kitchen table, where she deftly unzipped Bruce’s hot pants and pulled down her string panties.

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 No.696

>>695

“Brrr, that’s cold,” Bruce shivered at the air stroking what apparently was a near-hairless mound.

“Up on the kitchen table you go,” Tina said, lifting up his body as if it didn’t weigh anything. “Now lie back and, hmm, think of London? Is that a thing you say a lot, Johnny?” she said as she looked over her shoulder at her creator.

“Mostly when things are going to hell in a hand basket and you can only stay on for the ride?” he half stated, half asked with a hand casually wrapped onto the front of his package.

Bruce sighed and leaned back onto the table, something he never would have done in his own body - it would probably have broken the table because of his weight, for one reason. He could feel the breath of Tina between his legs.

Then the moaning started, almost before the pleasures from below. the feelings of Tina’s lips rubbing and toying at his vulva was earth-shattering. “Gawd! How did you endure?” Bruce asked through gritted teeth, quick breaths snapping between the words as his body’s muscles began losing control to the pleasures, breasts bouncing with every pulse.

“I didn’t,” Johnny said and giggled. “As I said, I went through two before you were done. The first ones are quick.”

Bruce tried to reply but the combination of his moans in his ears and the eager tongue between his legs sent him over the edge. Which felt even more intense than last time, even considering that last time was done through the panties and not by someone else directly pleasuring you. Then something began to feel even more pleasurable, as if the spasms were building on top of one another. The feeling grew from his crotch and around inside his stomach and hips, every pulse expanding upon the last. Tina’s lips were now slurping fluids more than they were licking her.

“Hah, that’s fascinating,” Johnny said with a sigh. “Your hips expanded too.”

“Huh?” Bruce got up on his elbows and looked down between his breasts to try and assess the changes. “Women have a hard time paying attention to what’s going on below their breasts,” he said after catching his breath a bit, the worst spasms giving out.

It certainly seemed that the hips were wider, and the mound that Tina was digging her nose into seemed bigger than it had been inside the panties. Bruce could see the hint of the inner folds on top of it from here. He moved his hand down to measure the width of the vulvas around the mound: five thumbs wide total, and plumper than before.

“No wonder the hips needed to join in,” Bruce said before Tina dug in again, covering less ground but giving just as much pleasure, her mouth focusing on the clit that now was beginning to peak up from thick inner folds.

“Oh, yeah, now it’s cooling down a bit,” Bruce replied, not sounding very confident about it. “Mind taking some pictures and film of this? I’d like an angle a male can appreciate later,” he managed to ask Johnny before the moans began to force themselves from his throat again. “Damn, this won’t take much longer than last time,” he shrugged.

“It’ll be long enough to make a good video,” Johnny commented from the sidelines.

It did last longer than last time, and it did make a good video and some good pictures. Yet the climax was once again beyond expectations. The table trickled with the juices overflowing from Bruce’s growing vagina, even with the thirsty Tina drinking eagerly. The hips widened once more, the crotch expanded and the lips began thickening even more, sweating with need. Before Bruce could say stop, Tina was at it again, and he decided didn’t want to stop just yet.

“Hey, Tina, get some on the breasts too,” Johnny suggested, and she promptly carried out by putting her hands under the bra, lips manifesting on the palms that began licking his stiff, sensitive nipples.

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 No.697

“Oh Lord,” Bruce said after moaning for a minute as the climax began for the third time. Not only did the hips and crotch once more expand, but his breasts inflated up another three cups, popping out of the leather bikini cups. “All right, enough,” he managed to say before Tina continued again, getting up and crossing his legs, which now pressed the various labias between them together in arousing ways, folds slinking about like greasy eels with every slight shift of his thighs or his stomach. He realised his breasts, G-cups, were lactating too, dripping eagerly down their curves onto his stomach and down into his lap, joining the moisture of the crotch.

He slipped wetly off the table and dropped to his feet on the floor. He picked up the panties and began pulling them back on, barely getting them across his wider hips. They didn’t really do much now but wrap around his inner labias, leaking heavily.

“God, this is both hot and disturbing,” Bruce said, more or less ignoring Johnny’s foot-long tent, which he had probably been rubbing while he was lying spread out on the table.

“You look voluptuous, girl-Bruce,” Tina said with a smile and gave him a kiss, tasting like the woman Bruce currently had the body of. He chuckled and fetched his plastic wands, using the red to reshape the panties, hot pants and bra so that they would cover him properly. He spent some time feeling himself up while putting on the clothes again.

“That body is a monster of a woman right now,” Johnny said in an almost hushed tone while Bruce was absent-mindedly cupping a breast and tilting his hips, getting used to the new gait again. Moisture was dripping from the legs of his hot pants, along with the milk of his hypnotic breasts.

“I’d say she’s mostly your invention, but I won’t say I’m not enjoying myself,” Bruce said lazily while he smiled over at Johnny. “As were you,” he pointed at his tent, “by the looks of things.”

“Next time you try on a woman, I’ll be the one with the tent taking pictures,” Bruce said with promise in his voice. but he was already getting distracted by a desire growing in his panties, a feeling of emptyness that hadn’t been there before. “Was quick recuperation a part of this enhancement you gave Tina?” Bruce asked.

“Huh? Yeah, who wants to wait for the refractory period as a guy, anyway,” he answered when he realized Bruce had asked him something, fascinated by Bruce’s body and his own dick.

“I think it might be having a stronger effect on the female body,” Bruce shrugged, a hand unconsciously feeling up his big, soft pubic mound, immensely enjoying the shifting feeling of his enlarged lips.

>Options:

-revert changes(, go out)

-keep changes(, go out)

-More home fun

>Complications:

-Did Johnny pull a fast one on Bruce?

-is something else going on?

-Other things?

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 No.698

>>697

That got longer than expected, but eh, things happening. and still we're not out of the dorm :p

Oh well, out for tonight, do bring some ideas if you got them, complications, advantages or overall kinky ideas.

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 No.699

>>697

>-Did Johnny pull a fast one on Bruce?

I like this option. Maybe aphrodisiac in the plant spit? Or maybe the plant gave johnny a property that makes him put of loads of pheromones that attract the opposite sex.

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 No.700

>>697

- revert changes. But keep a pussy behind your balls. (as an influence from Johnny?)

- go out. Either campus or a park.

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 No.701

>>699

>I like this option. Maybe aphrodisiac in the plant spit? Or maybe the plant gave johnny a property that makes him put of loads of pheromones that attract the opposite sex.

[Johnny clever approach to plant girl alteration: 1+[1], fair]

I’d say that is possible, combined with an urge not to get rid of pleasure sources. It might also be subtle to notice and in their own altered juices.

We could also give Bruce a few points for letting Johnny do something more mischievous? I think we're up at five for Bruce right now, so we could use that for something too.

>>700

>- revert changes. But keep a pussy behind your balls. (as an influence from Johnny?)

>- go out. Either campus or a park.

I could probably play with this in combination of the above.

For those who may not have noticed, the protection items are mostly about stopping direct alterations to their custody, ignoring indirect alterations like pheromones, conventional hypnosis / mind control. I’d say the partial curse Bruce got from Johnny would be direct, while the enhancements from Tina and pheromones would be indirect.

Bruce left it slightly open, but is currently a bit sluggish to realize how open it was.

Won’t give a reply now, got work to do, but if someone has more suggestions and ideas or additions to what Johnny’s been doing, that is still welcome.

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 No.704

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>>695

>>701

>[-2 points, Bruce shaking off the addictive lethargy as much as possible]

Bruce shook his head and pulled his dripping hand off his heavy leather hot pants and fetched the plastic wands off the table. He inadvertently rolled his hips which created a wet, audible shift in his engorged sex, which provoked another purposeful stretch before he shook his head again, aiming the red wand at himself and said “Normalize plus,” and accepted the query without reading, jarring him as he regained his height, his hips and their content, his own body overall and clothing.

Well, he was standing barefoot in half a gallon of his previous body’s feminine juices, so he’d guess his shoes were still over in the bathroom. “God damn, that was tough,” he shrugged and looked over at Johnny, who was still rubbing at his bulge while eyeing Tina, who had begun to wipe clean the table by leaning over it with a foot-long green tongue, giving him a perfect view of her plump behind and barely covered crotch.

“Johnny,” Bruce said while aiming the red wand at him. “Time to; Normalize,” he announced as he sent the spell onto him, a second delay before Johnny grudgingly accepted the query, shuddering back to his normal self.

“Bluh, average Joe once more,” Johnny shrugged, got off the chair and tugged up his jeans. “And now I’m cold as a fish too,” he complained.

>[Bruce spontaneously finding flaw in protection items. difficulty 3(fair) vs 1+ [1], fail]

“It seemed like a good idea, or we’d be doing the nasty together by now,” Bruce sighed.

“I thought we sorta did. Well, I guess we never really touched directly,” Johnny replied

“Beyond the visual and Tina, I guess we didn’t. Well,” Bruce pointed at the floor beneath Johnny where he was stepping in some of Bruce’ fluids. “Your socks are wet,” Bruce chuckled as Johnny groaned, lifted a foot up to confirm and picked up his own plastic wand keychain. “Clean,” he said as he aimed at the floor and the spill faded from existence.

“Anyway, why didn’t you just ask me to undo the effects?” Johnny asked as he spun the wands before sliding them into his pocket.

>[sneaky Bruce vs careful Johnny, 1+[-2] vs 2+[0], Bruce fails]

“Um, mostly to test that the protection amulets are still working,” Bruce said quickly.

“We already did that,” Johnny countered. “Any other reasons?”

Bruce tilted his head back and forth. “I wanted to see if we could keep the forms around for later, using the items as a history so we could go back to the forms in a hitch. The amulets doesn’t make sound when we use them, after all.”

Johnny nodded at that. “I guess we can’t guarantee to remember the settings on our own, so I see your point. A bit like history in a text editor. Though, didn’t you use ‘Normalize plus’ on yourself?”

Bruce blushed slightly at that. “It wasn’t a big deal, just a small adjustment, and I used the red wand,” he said apologetically.

“Fine, I’ll leave it for now,” Johnny shrugged. “I just don’t like it that we’re keeping secrets from each other with this sort of power flowing around.

“Let’s just leave it at extra equipment for now, all right?” Bruce snapped at Johnny. If his face was getting red he might as well blame a short fuse. “Now let’s take a trip to the college and see if we can have some fun with some idiots.”

“Sounds fine to me, as long as it’s not too malicious. Though, where do we leave the main wand?” Johnny asked.

“Hmm, where did I place that thing anyway,” Bruce said before he moved out towards the bathroom. “Found it, left it in here.”

“We better be careful about that one,” Johnny said in a lecturing tone. ”If we lose it, we do have these minor ones, but that’s the source of all of this.”

“Yes, yes. should we bring it along or hide it in here?” Bruce asked while he looked around the kitchen for good hiding spots.

“Hmm, might as well hide it, right? No point in bringing it along.”

“Okay. I’ll put it in a wall in my room then. Give it a enhanced box to rest in.”

“Same protection as ours?”

“More or less, but a box isn’t sentient. Let’s say one of us has to open it of our own will to do so,” Bruce said as he moved into the living room and picked up the wooden box it had appeared in, putting the wand back inside.

He also got to feel the otherness of his exotic new crotch, deciding he would have to spend part of the time in his room for hiding the wand at redesigning the boxers to his liking.

>Options:

College, what to do?

Who to meet, what terrible persons are they to deserve petard-hoisting?

>Complications:

Bruce getting tempted?

Noticing strange things?

other complications?

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 No.705

>>704

Hah, a single post #post only, my knife must be blunted.

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 No.706

>>704

On the way to campus you see some kid abusing a dog.

Swift punishment is dealt in the form of a dog tail and ears and a gender switch.

Use the white wand so he knows that it's a punishment.

Optional mental change: Dog behavior compulsions like barking, sniffing butts.

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 No.707

>>706

I see my wording on the difference between the white and the green wand was inadequate. The intention was that it would have a white list, i.e. Bruce and Johnny, that would not be influenced by indirect side effects. White on the other hand, has a white list for awareness but not exclusion from other mental or physical changes. i.e. turning the world into a aquatic world with mermaid-humans with the green staff would be a bad idea, but not with the white. No comment if that's the level of power we're working with here :)

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 No.708

>>704

Out of curiosity, what designates a wand failure? How do you determine when the wand screws up / the effects of the screw up?

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 No.709

>>708

Currently it's 1%+14%, a d6 distribution on the 14%, the 1% is for me to play with :) It's not perfect, but it gets the job done for now.

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 No.710

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>>706

Bit of a digression, but I guess I can make a small thing out of it.

As Bruce and Johnny left for the campus, which was a walking distance away, they heard a dog was making painful howls from a back alley. They decided to figure out what the commotion was about, armed with their wands and not as worried about being stabbed in the dark by whatever roamed the night.

They came across a lanky teenager with flush training clothes and a thick hoodie covering his face, who had trapped a stray dog with a snare and was poking it with a sharpened stick, drawing blood. The dog had no energy left fighting, so it was doing its best dodging and mewling in fear at the abuse.

Bruce switched to his blue wand and lifted it to the kid. “Hey, fuckface; get the fuck away from the dog and stand still,” he said with icy fury in his voice.

The guy shuddered and stepped back awkwardly, as if not completely in control of his body. “What the fuck?!” he cried out as high as he managed, but that wasn’t very high when he was unable to press his lungs to their outmost.

“Okay; Simon says,” Bruce said and hit him with another spell. “Don’t try to scream and stay still,” he said as he walked over to observe the traumatized dog. he took the purple wand and aimed at it. “Be healed and free,” he stated.

The snare unraveled, the blood and wounds vanished, and the dog’s demeanour perked considerably in a second, patting over to sniff Bruce’s leg without a care in the world.

“Glad we found a way to use these things for good,” Johnny said with a smile on his face as the dog came over and sniffed his legs too. “Now, what about the kid?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” bruce said as he turned to look at the punk. “Show your face.”

The kid tried to move his arm, but found it hard.

Bruce rolled his eyes and aimed the blue wand at him. “undo effect #1 on target.” the kid unveiled his face. “He’s some rich kid pretending to be out jogging, looking for something to torture for his own pleasure. Isn’t that right, simon asks?”

The kid struggled to keep his mouth shut when the command came but didn’t last many moments before he blathered. “It blunts my own pain in this cruel world.”

“Uhu,” Bruce said through gritted teeth. “Simon wonders what sort of cruel things the world has done to you in your time.”

“Dad never was home in my childhood, mom never loved me - she only loved dad’s money, my siblings are selfish pricks that don’t care about me, and I have to study in this shit-hole and won’t let me go to Stanford because the scholarships put their hate on me for coming from my family, and I have to go to therapy for anger issues.”

Bruce gave a long whistle. “That certainly is a traumatic life that I can understand would give someone pleasures from hurting animals. Simon ponders how many animals you’ve killed in your time?”

The kid tried to resist once more but failed. “Three dogs, two cats, don’t know how many other animals, not too many as they were small and boring, but more than I remember.”

“Alright, I've heard enough,” Bruce sighed aggressively, fished up his phone and began writing.

“What’s your plan?” Johnny asked, peering over his shoulder.

“I’m writing it down to make sure I don’t forget something. Looks like a purple wand scenario.”

“Seems wise, we would want to avoid the weather-scenario again as much as possible,” Johnny said and shrugged his shoulders.

“All right, here’s the deal: Apply script!” Bruce said while aiming the purple wand at the kid and the cellphone in the other hand.

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 No.711

>>710

The kid’s ears began to morph into doberman dog ears, his overall form feminized as he became a woman, and a tail popped out of his now ill fitting sweatpants.

“Every time you do something bad towards any animal or person, you’re going to turn into this. If you stop doing what you were doing, you will return to normal in about a week, give or take six-seven days. It will also leave you with urges to do dog-like things like barking, breathing through your mouth, sniffing people’s butts and crotches to figure out if they’ve eaten or been eaten, that sort of stuff.

If you don’t stop or repeat this during that time, you get this,” Bruce said and waved the wand at him again.

Another transformation washed over the kid, who went from from short-haired teenage girl with doberman ears and a waspish body, to full on twenty-one year old bomb-shell with curves in the all the right places, blonde hair, a doberman face and a thin coating of brown-red and grey fur and skin. still, however, wearing the straining clothes of the male kid, who barely kept the hoodie the breasts covered.

“This will last until you’ve had sex with two men, one in the mouth and one in number one, at the same time. Also, your body will be constantly in heat in this mode, and any sort of attempt of violence or infliction of suffering on someone will have you strip off your underwear and rub one out.”

“But, to make this easier on you,” Bruce said as he glanced over at Johnny, who was looking skeptical, ”We’re making it so that people think you’re a normal female human when you’re female, your family included.

The kid stuck in the voluptuous doberman-morph whined from his static position.

“Simon wants to hear your feedback,” Bruce said with a cold smile.

“What is this? magic?”

“Maybe. Oh, and Simon says you can not tell anyone of us doing this to you. Ever. I won’t add consequences because Simon should be safe. Oh, here: Half androphile.” Bruce said as he struck him with the blue wand again. “That should make it easier to like dick. Now, get out of my sight and find some guys to pleasure.”

The kid, finding that he could move again, ran in the opposite direction, stumbling heavily as his feet betrayed him with their new setup.

“That was a rather, quick and effective retribution,” Johnny stated, sitting on his knees and patting the dog on the head. “I think it’s a chinook.”

>sorry, not my best work, but very tired. softened the effect a bit to avoid too much global trouble.

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 No.712

>>711

Alright, time to go to college now? I vote we visit library. That's one of the spots we're likely to encounter people who are still at school.

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 No.713

>>711

>sorry, not my best work

It was fine. Quick and fast.

>>712

Heading to the library seems like a good idea.

Maybe have a check if they can think off and find a book about magic artifacts.

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 No.714

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>>710

>>712

>Alright, time to go to college now? I vote we visit library. That's one of the spots we're likely to encounter people who are still at school

>>713

>Maybe have a check if they can think off and find a book about magic artifacts.

“I’m thinking we’ll find most people over in the library at this time of day,” Johnny said as they returned to the path towards the college.

“Yes,” Bruce sighed, wiping some sweat off his face, still gratified at catching a sadist and putting them in their place. “Also, we might as well search the shelves for books about the stuff we’ve found.”

“The stuff?” Johnny asked and glanced over at Bruce.

“Yeah, the wand. Figured we might not use that name on it out in public. It would be a hassle to rewrite someone’s memories about it and we wouldn’t notice everyone in crowded places,” Bruce replied as they kept walking.

Bruce was noticing that his cleft, which had moved his balls a tad bit forward, was getting stimulated just by walking. When he moved, the sack was shifting across at the front of the sensitive folds, which made the feminine bits puff up and lubricate, which made the sack shift even more easily across them.

He consented to himself that he would have to redesign his boxers-turned-briefs into something that held his male parts in a cup and his female parts in a more conventional panty line if he was to be able to get anything done in this form. Preferably before they walked back home.

They arrived at the library, finding it open, the female head librarian smiled at them as they entered, freshening up her make-up. About three quarters were male, about where the distribution was at this college, and probably others, but Bruce couldn’t confirm that.

“I guess we should go, find a computer and try to search for some books on magic… stuff?” Johnny asked Bruce as they moved past a flirty couple doing homework together, the girl casually dressed with barely any attention-seeking clothing and just a minimum amount of make-up and eye-shadow, the guy with her following it up wearing some aging sweat pants and a washed out t-shirt.

“Yeah, I think the computers are over here,” Bruce said and guided them towards an aisle.

>[careful check to search, Bruce. difficulty 4(great) 3 + [2], success]

After fifteen minutes of shifting uncomfortably on the hard wooden chair in front of the search computer, Bruce finally managed to get the most out of the query system. “found something that looks plain weird from the description. ‘reality warping and items that do them - do they exist?’ It seems to normally be catalogued under sci-fi and fantasy, but it seems the library have taken it in on requests for some research project a year or so back.”

“Huh, let’s go and find it then,” Johnny replied. “I haven’t seen anyone to do anything with in here just yet. Most of these guys aren’t that bad,” he shrugged. “Why not drop by a frat house? there’s a lot of bullshit going on in those. Let them have a bit of the,” Johnny pulled up his dog tags and jangled them. “Big toy hiding in the history here.”

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 No.715

>>714

>Options:

Character descriptions?

Things to do?

>Complications

Johnny getting distracted?

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 No.716

>>714

Look for the book.

Find a nerdy girl in the same area as the book. Red shoulder length hair and freckles, small boobs. She's about 5'2'' tall.

She studies history and has always been a fantasy nerd.

(Is that what you meant by Character descriptions?)

Johnny gets distracted by her. Bruce notices her as well, but is more concentrated on finding the book.

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 No.717

>>714

Why bother with library books? Can't you magically "improve" any computer to have access to any data, giving it super-google powers?

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 No.718

>>716

Yes, that sort of stuff helps. Though that would mostly be a character meet and greet between Johnny and red-haired girl while Bruce is searching the shelves. I see now I messed up the names, I was thinking of Bruce getting distracted because of his body or something in that ilk. but Johnny getting distracted might be useful for something too, at least it would give Bruce time to consider his own needs in private again, and we've got a defined character to mess about with. Maybe Bruce messes with the girl and realizes Johnny can't realize she's been messed with if nothing directly happens to him.

>>717

Yeah, that thing is mostly a curiosity to the two. They could just shrug and reform a book to do what they wanted it to, but I do find the thought of searching for authentic untampered source material on the matter to be wise.

Also, going to be interesting if people start noticing the background noise soon. Though I've not asked people to try and guess what it is yet.

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 No.719

>>717

I wouldn't be so sure about the results.

The manual was useful, but it was still weirdly cryptic.

>>718

That sounds interesting.

What background noise?

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 No.727

>>718

I just had a thought. To avoid global catastrophe, how about we look up the live weather report to fix that one issue that's unresolved? >.> The longer it goes on, the more difficult it could be to fix. And while I love me some big tittied news anchors, it could be problematic.

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 No.730

>>727

That might be somewhat relevant :-)

Sorry for my delay, its been a busy evening. I'll try and write something. Not sure I can add the previous bit in a natural way right now though. but we'll keep it in mind.

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 No.738

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>>714

Bruce chuckled at the proposition. “Maybe once we’ve found this book. I think most of the football team is over in Butcher’s street. I’m a bigger fan of the Lingerie leagues than the male ones,” he said and gave Johnny a conspiring smile.

“Yeah, me too,” Johnny agreed. “Though I do prefer the baseball and soccer LL’s to the football one, all that padding gets in the way,” he said as they moved along.

Johnny then promptly crashed into someone who came out of an aisle. “Whoop,” he cried out as he caught his balance in Bruce, catching the errant red-haired girl he had collided with.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said with a blush, pulling her shoulder-length hair behind her ears, showing her freckled features with barely noticeable spartan make-up. She looked to be 5’ 2”, thin as a board with little in the chest department, but with nice curves on her hips, belly and waist. She was wearing some pin-striped slacks tailored to hug her hips and legs, highlighting her lower half’s femininity well. She was wearing a grey waistcoat on top of a sky white tank top with a deep neckline, which both guys found unorthodox for a woman.

“No, I’m sorry, I should have watched out myself,” Johnny began apologizing for himself before pausing and looking at Bruce. “Hey, could you go and look for that book? I’ll be right there.”

Bruce shrugged with his shoulders but smiled as he continued forth, letting Johnny have his time with the peculiar specimen. As he came to the right shelf, he could see the two talking and smiling fifty feet away, keeping their voices down.

Bruce saw a path between the shelves and figured he might as well take this moment to fix his underwear problem. There were nobody around in the next aisle, so he pulled out his red wand and adjusted his panties, speaking the commands softly. He stretched and bent over to confirm that the new design was much better, the cup idea did actually work, and got back up again.

He pondered if a bit more width would have solved some chafing. He wasn’t exactly thin, so a slight increase of the hips should go unnoticed. He then figured he might as well give the purple wand a go, creating an enhancement that lets any change he whitelists become what people would expect him to look like. Or, in the more exotic situations that couldn’t be defended, appear like someone people would expect him to look like. “Mind trick,” he whispered and felt the new enhancement hit the query, which he approved.

“Slim,” he whispered next and lost about thirty pounds, flattening his stomach and probably immensely increasing his natural odds with the ladies. At least the 9-10/10 ladies. His clothes adjusted to his new size as well, fitting more snugly on his fit frame than on his chubby. He did a few more test poses and found his nethers still a bit too tight, aiming the red wand at himself again.

“Widen,” he whispered and felt his pelvis shift slightly beneath him, expanding about an inch and adding breathing room to where it was needed. He turned around and saw the disadvantage of this alteration; glutes getting bigger profiles by the fabric of the jeans.

Bruce shrugged to himself, The only guy who should recognize him was Johnny, and he was busy impressing some studious woman about how sorry he was for bumping into her.

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 No.739

>>738

He peeked around the corner and saw Johnny still was talking, and decided it was time to fetch that book. Once more the novel feelings of an exotic pelvis was distracting him slightly, but it seemed he was on to something as it was much more comfortable than it had been. He looked up and saw the shelf in the bookshelf was too high, so he fetched one of the ladders in the neighboring aisle and placed it, climbing carefully up the ladder to fish the book down.

It didn’t look very old, but it had a proper, but boring and generic hardcover that hid it among it’s book brothers. Bruce sighed and pulled it out, opening the initial pages to read a few lines.

“I am T.L. Lawrence. I write this book to give warning to those who may come across it. I’ve sent it far and wide to make sure as many get it as possible, leaving it directly untouched by the powers to keep it pure…” Bruce read and shrugged. Sounded about right, but he had to get down from this ladder and back to Johnny before he continued on this.

As he got down, he saw that Johnny had turned his back to him as the girl had moved slightly in the aisle. Bruce decided it was time to play a small joke on him and pulled out the purple wand, aiming it stealthily at the girl. He then paused as he had to figure out what he wanted to do with her. Then he had the idea that he could put an active enhancement on her, letting him mentally decide what changes to put on her instead of doing it with the flicking of a plastic stick and some punchlines.

He aimed the wand again, carefully to avoid Johnny, and commanded “Mental edit.” He smiled at his own cleverness and moved down the aisle to Johnny, thinking it would be a nice repeat joke to give the girl some cute lynx cat ears, and promptly did so.

When he came over to them, he paused. Johnny hadn’t noticed that the red-haired girl with the waistcoat and pin-striped pants was now wielding big lynx ears on top of her head that were eagerly paying attention to Johnny’s voice. “Hey,” Johnny greeted to Bruce as he came up to them, just as oblivious about his changes as hers. “You found the book? Awesome. This is Laura Smith. She studies history and is a total nerd, by the sound of it,” he explained to Bruce and glanced over at her when she giggled embarrassedly at the definition, the poses of her ears amplifying her emotions.

>Options

tell Johnny about flaw in security design

keep it to yourself for now

experiment with indirect alterations, what sort of alterations?

other things?

I guess we should look for a TV in the next scene, though I’m not sure when this one will end just yet.

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 No.740

Hm.. Keeping it to ourselves sounds fun, but he may accidentally do something stupid, if he's not made aware. On the other hand, he's already brought up the idea of mentally changing Bruce into a bimbo, albeit jokingly. I wouldn't trust him with this knowledge and would suggest upgrading our own defenses.

Also, we don't have to find a television. We can test something really interesting here. Go to one of the library computers and look up the local news channel. They'll have the footage from the morning broadcast that we can look at. Let's see if we can apply magic at a point earlier in the timestream. Double whammy being that we'd be removing the magic at a point in her life before it was even applied. So we can also see if existing records are altered.

While Johnny continues to talk to her, let's go look at the book. I'm wary of such plot twists as "trust no one!" being the first page. >_>

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 No.741

>>740

I second this. Nothing can ever go wrong when you're altering time.

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 No.742

>>740

Not quite sure I'm following your second paragraph. You want to take a certain point back in time to do the change on in such a way it would leave the past behind that point as it was. Considering reality was altered to make that news cast more realistic, I'm fearing reverting it and keeping the past intact would cause trouble when people recall the previous reality. I guess one solution is to make people overly apathetic about it. "Oh, there was some event a few years back, fundamentally changed my existence… but eh, what can you do?

>>741

Indeed.

Aight, so people are focused the book and upgrading the defenses, keeping Johnny warily unaware until further notice. Anything else that would pop up?

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 No.755

There seems to be a miscommunication.

We were watching the news earlier and editted her, causing reality to bend around it to fix it. Now, we want to undo that. There's no TV in the library at which to watch her and change her back, though. However, there IS a computer. We can go to the news website. On the News Website, (at least in America) it's standard that they'll have recordings of previous reports free online. We can watch one of these reports and apply the fix from there.

What I meant about the timestream is that it's not a live report. It's a recording. I was curious if this would have any unforeseen complications, since we've so far only applied magic in real time.

Have I clarified my meaning?

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 No.756

>>755

Ah, makes more sense.

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 No.757

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Bruce smiled at the girl and nodded a greeting. “Pleased to meet you, Laura, I’m Bruce. Me and Johnny were looking for a book,” he said and lifted it up. “We’re not holding you up for anything, are we?” He asked and willed Laura’s ears back to normal human ones. He was interested in seeing if Johnny would notice it up close.

“No, not really,” she said as the lynx ears began to shift and fall back down the side of her skull, disappearing into her hair before she pulled it behind them, oblivious of the change. “Well, there may be someone waiting,” she flashed her cell-phone that showed something that looked like a dating app with some extra text and numbers, “but that isn’t too important. Wow,” she looked at the cover with fascination in her eyes. “T.L Lawrence? He writes some dirty stuff,”

“You’ve heard of him?” Bruce asked in a disbelieving tone.

“Him, her, it’s an anagram,” Laura replied in a tutoring voice. “Very productive and it’s hard to find all his books. He sometimes changes the name just a bit. Primarily does urban fantasy, but some sci-fi and fantasy too at times, following a character called the wanderer through various dimensions, leaving behind warnings of abusing power and the likes and running away from some force hunting him for some powerful item he keeps out of their hands.”

“That sounds, familiar,” Johnny replied, looking over at Bruce with worry on his face.

“What do you need that book for? If it’s anything like the others, its a very pulp semi-erotic novel.”

“I actually think this is more a behind-the-scenes description of his work,” Bruce said as he put the book down again, looking at the walls to see a clock. “Oh, we’re getting close to the weather, Johnny. We better find a TV so we can watch it.”

“Weather?” Laura gave the two a knowing look. “There’s a computer that’s better for that in aisle five, down there,” she pointed down the way she’d come, before turning to Johnny. “I guess our paths diverge once more. Call me or text on that number when you got the time,” she replied and greeted them goodbye.

“She was pretty awesome,” Johnny said a while later as they came to the aisle and the computer she recommended. “She knew her J.R.R, G.R.R, some J.K.R. I’m afraid, but tons of others too,”

“She’s a keeper, by the sound of it,” Bruce agreed as he logged onto the pc and went for the local news-stream. He had decided not to tell him of the flaw in their protection items, but he was intending to find a moment’s peace to make some new ones to patch the problem. “Hm, here we are.”

Bruce paused a bit when he saw the rest of the programs scrolling by the bottom line. ‘Lingerie Bowl XLIX’, ‘Bouncy Housewives’, ‘So You Think You Can Please’. The female sports commenter was also wearing not much more than a bikini bra over her DD’s, clearly reading off a camera teleprompter while making the most alluring looks at the viewer. “Shit, I think you messed up the world,” Bruce said to Johnny.

“Woah, that’s pretty disturbing,” Johnny replied in a apprehensive tone. “We must have messed up on the limitations. Was Laura overly well-dressed for studying in the library too?”

“She, the librarian and that slackers girlfriend all had that look over them,” Bruce said, moving the browser to one half of the screen and opening the archives in a second tab, picking the morning’s weather report. “Hmm, she wasn’t on in the morning, but someone else was, by the looks of things,” he said as he watched a blonde woman with pixie cut did a bounce to show off her girls, before moving on to the camera-focused weather report. “Ah, there comes the weather. She’s back. Heh, it even says Cathy Handsome.”

“All-right,” Bruce shrugged. “I guess this calls for a green staff adjustment?”

“I guess it does,” Johnny said and picked up his. “So, what do we say? Undo weatherwoman sexification? Normalize?”

“Just try ‘undo’ and think really hard about that moment when we did this,” Bruce said, observing the screen as Johnny did so, seeing both women revert back to deep necklines and thin blouses, but overall much better than the erotic.

“Thank you for the weather, Catty Hanson,” a much more likeable voice replied and she gave the camera a winning grin.

“There, back to normal,” Johnny sighed.

“The same goes for our morning blondie,” Bruce replied, seeing the blonde with a short haircut but not overly punkish, wearing a sensible miniskirt and an almost not see-through blouse. “I hope the rest of the world has caught up with us now. If not, we’ll just have to polish until we’re happy with it.”

“Yeah, lets just hope we’re the right guys for the job,” Johnny shrugged.

>Options

What do we find in the book?

What else would we do with Laura?

Other things?

Sorry, got a bit of a headache, so this was done in a haze. I’ll leave this here for now, be back tomorrow evening.

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 No.758

Hm.. Was the world turned back to before they did it the first time? I recall that they did it twice. The first time they forgot, if you recall, because they didn't specify themselves out of the spell. Were we brought back to base or are we still in the effects of that first casting? I only ask because Johnny had to "focus on the memory", but he didn't have the exact memory in the first place.

Beyond that, I think we should abstain from missing with Laura more. Leave it to Johnny to either get with her or not. He's got her number, that's as far as we need to take it.

I still think "Trust NO ONE" would be a hilarious and dramatic first page. Beyond that, perhaps an answer to the timeline question. Does the timeline follow the application of magic or the time at which it was cast?

As for other things, I think that that checking the book out would be the logical next step. Hm.. However, I think that casting an invisbility spell or something on it (not to mention something to stop the detector) would be wise. If someone is chasing this fellow, I don't want it coming after us because the book is on record as being checked out.

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 No.765

>>758

>Hm.. Was the world turned back to before they did it the first time? I recall that they did it twice. The first time they forgot, if you recall, because they didn't specify themselves out of the spell. Were we brought back to base or are we still in the effects of that first casting? I only ask because Johnny had to "focus on the memory", but he didn't have the exact memory in the first place.

Maybe an "undo button" undoes everything… maybe not? If they brought a perfect recollection to the spell, I'd be able to clarify that. But for now, no.

Yes, there was one they forgot to include themselves. Johnny does not know what got changed then, so he focused on undoing the second weather woman change.

>I still think "Trust NO ONE" would be a hilarious and dramatic first page. Beyond that, perhaps an answer to the timeline question. Does the timeline follow the application of magic or the time at which it was cast?

Application, I'd say. I'm not up to doing a homestuck styled time-travel thing here, so no paradoxes, just splitting timelines.

Wish noted for plot, I'll add it as a overall complication for +1 if nobody objects. The rest I'll leave as is and I'll begin writing in an hour or two, in case someone has something more to add.

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 No.769

>>765

>Application, I'd say.

Sorry, meant Magic here

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 No.772

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>>757

‘Trust no-one.’ The prologue started optimistically. Bruce sighed and shifted in the chair. He’d convinced Johnny to search the net for suspicious signs that the media might have caught up with while he read the introduction of the book.

‘There are multiple kinds of objects from various sources. Where they come from apparently varies, as well as the trigger that makes them appear. The event in my world that I suspect triggered the events was a research project executed in a satellite, attempting to locate some hidden subatomic particle or quantum mystery. It summoned seven humanoid entities that closely resembled demonic imps of germanic mythology, yet had powers more related to ifrit or jinn. They offered their services to random persons around the world, and their powers quickly brought the world to chaos.

‘I, unfortunately or fortunately, depending upon your point of view, was one of the random persons that one of these demons swore loyalty to. Contrasting their complete disregard of life, chaos and destruction, they are not overly driven. If anything I’d say their personalities are just a shell that needs an master to tell them what to do. They have traits and quirks, but they will always obey their chosen master.’

‘It didn’t take long before we seven chosen were aware of each other. A few quickly succumbed to the more cunning, becoming nothing more than mindless slaves themselves. I must admit, I found myself on the stereotypical evil side, initially drawn there by careless abuse and need of my powers. By the time I realized the consequences, the ones left on the side of good would never have trusted me. I decided to bide my time and work from the inside, pulling strings and leaving flaws for resistance fighters to use.’

’Eventually I had to unveil my true intentions to protect one of the altruistic chosen from being corrupted. To even out the overall war, I took hold of one of my colleagues and pulled us both out of our original reality and into others. We struggled for a while, but I managed to suppress and contain him.’

‘Alas, I did not manage to stop all of his… tools, which he spread far and wide when he realized he was cornered. They spread like spores, some more potent, some more malevolent. Most of his tools never left the reality they entered, but some had enough wits to do so…‘

“Hey man,” Johnny said, breaking the silence while looking at the computer. “Remember the news about Sydney? Seems some weird shit is going down over there.”

“Define weird shit,” Bruce asked, losing his focus for a moment as he distractedly thought about what was below his balls in his boxer-panties.

“Well, you know. Sightings of strange humanoid creatures of myth, force-fields keeping everyone locked inside. Landlines being the only thing that gets information out. Truth be told, the media isn’t specifically commenting on the more fantastical bits yet, for some reason. That’s coming from chans, reddits and wikileak and whatnot..”

Bruce looked over at Johnny and gave him a look of disbelief. “So, basically someone made pandemonium with some sort of tool, like the wand of ours.”

“Sounds like it. Hey, why did you use the word tool?”

Bruce winced internally at speaking too soon about what he was reading. Paying attention to the first words of the prologue. “Seems this book tells some story of two high-level wand users falling into another dimension. One of them pulled the other with him to save the rest of their original world from descending into complete madness. He managed to suppress the bad-guy, but the bad-guy threw a lot of tools around, to try and make them rescue him later on.”

“Items rescuing him? sounds more like intelligent creatures then.”

“Yeah I guess. I’m also guessing these aren’t looking at humans as humans, so tools might be a word they’d use for… followers,” Bruce answered, stopping himself before he added slave to the list.

“Huh, well damn,” Johnny replied while staring off in the distance for a moment. “I’ll just continue searching for more stuff. closer to our own position.”

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 No.773

>>772

Bruce nodded and got back to reading.

‘This book is written as a warning to those who come across anything left behind my colleague. It can look like anything. It can be a physical dumb object, or it can be what looks like a person. It might even look like a physical object, but have it’s own will. Indeed, most alterations done through a human mind has a tendency to inherit from its creator and their way of thinking as they create it. ’

‘If you have come across some of these items, please make contact through this website or phone number,’ the ending of the prologue said with the details to get there. ‘I do not recommend using the items unless you absolutely have to, as they are fickle and may cause complications you are most likely not ready for. I recommend reading up on the following chapters in order before moving on to my more elaborate stories, which I admit I find amusing but they are also not always relevant beyond learning a few tricks that have helped me get out of binds at times.’’

Bruce sighed and closed the book, seeing the clock was getting close to closing time for the library. “I’m thinking we should go, but I’m worried about borrowing this book.”

“Oh? How so?” Johnny asked, closing the browser and deleting the cookies. Out of habit, Bruce suspected.

“To avoid being traced. This book is very specific. Someone could trace us if we borrowed it.”

>[Careful approach Johnny to problem, diff 2 vs 2+1, success!]

“Why not make a copy and leave that here? Then we can hide that one and just move out,” Johnny asked as he got up from the chair and stretched his back.

“Hmm, that could work. As long as it doesn’t change the content of the book, that is,” Bruce replied as he also got up, enjoying the feeling of the jeans and panties sliding along his crotch as he did so. He patted down his slightly wider back while turning towards Johnny, feeling slightly exposed as he realized his jeans were hugging his buttcheeks well.

“All right. I’ll do it then, since you’ve read it and know more about what you expect to be in it,” Johnny said as he fished out his red wand, quickly duplicating it by morphing a bundle of post-it’s into an identical copy. “There we go. Now we just place the copy back and hide the original in my bag. Not that I’ve ever been frisked by a librarian suspecting me of heisting books before, so that might have been interesting.”

>Options

- Where to next?

- Keep Johnny in the dark? (+1 for trust no one)

- create new protective items specific for flaw, Johnny aware? (same here really, but only once for either)

- alter body a bit more? (+1 for deviant desires)

- prep for Sydney situation to get out of hand, do something about it?

I think we're around 4 points, if you'd like to know about that.

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 No.774

>>773

Sorry about the delay, I was slightly busy and hoping someone would come with more feedback. But I guess we're moving ahead here now.

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 No.782

>>773

> Keep Johnny in the dark? (+1 for trust no one)

> create new protective items specific for flaw

And then we should keep an eye out for the Sydney-Situation, but lets have some fun with the wands first.

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 No.783

>>782

>And then we should keep an eye out for the Sydney-Situation, but lets have some fun with the wands first.

sounds good, but what kind of fun do we want here? I guess I mentioned going to a frat house nearby, or we could have Bruce just doing something on his own. We could also bump into Kevin or Mary on the way out if that would be a nice opportunity for something. Hmm, that might be interesting either way, when I think about it.

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 No.784

>>783

Oh I thought of some general mischief/revenge plots.

Changing that one mean professor into a female student. Making only him (and us) aware of the change. Maybe give him something extra, like a bigger sex drive.

I don't really have a personilization for Mary or Kevin, so I don't really know what kind of fun we could have. Are they in a relationship?

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 No.785

>>784

An annoying(thinking a lecherous patronizing bachelor of sorts) professor might work out, though I probably wouldn't put too many paragraphs into it beyond being a random encounter.

We don't know much about Kevin or Mary yet, which might be an advantage. We're going to need some equal resistance/trouble here now, so I'm thinking Kevin might be perfect for that. Poor guy's been sifting through the internets, who knows what he found?

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 No.786

>>784

>>785

You guys mean Kenneth right?

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 No.787

>>786

Oh, I didn't read a lot of the character introduction. Was kinda long and boring, and I wanted to get to the fun stuff.

Also he was mentioned as Kevin before.

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 No.790

>>786

>>787

My bad, this is what happens when you roll random names. Better think of some guy who dies all the time to hook him :)

Going out for a concert in a short while, I'll be back in 3-4 hours for this.

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 No.792

I think that we should keep Johnny in the dark. I'll explain why in a moment.

I also think we should avoid further changing Bruce. The wand could be one of the items that is line with its old master's will. As far as we know, it could be prepping Bruce to be a vessel for a lich. On that same note, Johnny isn't the brightest, and I don't know how he'd react to the doom and gloom the book presents. Let him have his fun, but we don't need him freaking out or otherwise causing trouble.

In that same vein of thought, we should avoid getting involved in Sydney. There are currently an unknown amount of Tools (R) out there. I'd prefer not drawing a target on our back. There are two types of characters: Those who are clever, and those who are not. Let those who are not be the first ones to reveal themselves. Then we'll use this to our advantage, if it comes down to a fight.

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 No.794

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>>772

>>773

>>782

>>784

>>785

>>792

Bruce decided he would wait with telling Johnny too much about the stuff he read in the book, more focused on having some more fun with the wands and finding something to test them on. He considered if he should have tested a bit more some minor tweaks on himself, the pleasurable memories of his former shape still fresh in his memory giving him bad ideas, but figured it would currently be hard to find a private moment to do anything, business or pleasure.

“Shit,” Johnny said as the two exited the library and into the college campus area, not slowing down even though his reaction implied that might have been a natural reaction. “I think I saw mister Douchebag Powertrip walk into the second auditorium. Remember that story we got from that girl who quit last year? About how one teacher forced them to give sexual favors to keep their grades? I’m betting mister Political sciences and master of rhetoric would have been the one.”

“I think I recall, I was pretty drunk that night,” Bruce shrugged, but glanced over in the direction of the second auditorium, seeing the door swing shut. The only light was from the hallway. “Can’t hurt to check out what he’s doing. We’re getting some experience with curses, maybe we should give him a fitting one too, if we find something unacceptable,” he said as he turned them around and moved towards the entrance.

Bruce opened the hallway door and Johnny walked through, stretching his neck trying to hear anything. They moved slowly down the hallway and came up to the entrance to the auditorium, where Johnny stopped while putting his ear to the door. “Seems he’s inside, with someone, definitely a woman. And there’s no lights,” he whispered in reply, mood souring while listening. “Fuck, I can’t hear the details, but that smug voice of his and her frustration is obvious. What do we do?”

Bruce pulled out his notebook and sat down along the wall, beginning to write. “You know his full name?”

“Yeah, Daniel Peterson, usually goes by Dan, or DP behind his back.”

Bruce nodded and wrote in the guy’s name at the top, then he spent a few minutes writing conditions before picking up the green wand and giving it a flick.

A female student abruptly left the auditorium, giving the two a suspicious and confused look before shrugging as she walked past them.

Not long after, an androgynous teacher exited as well. Bruce hid the keyring before he saw it, giving Daniel a smirk as he pretended to continue a discussion about star wars and metal bikinis with Johnny as Daniel briskly walked past them, clearly in discomfort and rapidly feminizing. Before he had reached the exit fifty feet down the hallway, his blue jeans had morphed to form-fitting white, almost translucent pants, tightly wrapped around jiggling thighs, buttcheeks and hips.

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 No.795

>>794

“What did you give him?” Johnny asked as the door shut after Daniel, barely able to keep from laughing out loud.

Johnny got up and took a long breath. “Oh, just a curse that makes him turn into a slutty female student every time he tries abusing his authority, which only resets if he takes a male virginity.”

“Some exceptions and inclusions in there, such as intended victims not remembering the insult and him not being able to force himself upon others, and slowly having his personality rewritten if he fails to find a virgin within a few days. Though I helped him with that. Gave him a nose that lets him sniff them down. Also, random new female student form every time, so this should be interesting to observe. And yeah, we’re exempt from the reality change as he switches between forms, so we’ll know if its him or some student.“

Johnny snickered more and more while Bruce described the curse. “Damn, I wish I still was a virgin for the guy. Considering it wouldn’t have triggered if he wasn’t doing what we were suspecting he was doing, its just desserts,” Johnny said and raised his hand for a high five

“True,” Bruce said and slapped Johnny’s hand. A moment later shrill giggles of a few girls could be heard from up the hallway, as if someone opened a door and there was a party going on. The two looked up the hallway before looking at each-other. “didn’t that come from where the computer science labs are?” Johnny asked Bruce. “When would we ever hear the giggle of women coming out of that place?”

“Only when someone puts up a slightly off-color video on the wall or something,” Bruce agreed. “Lets have a look and see what we find over there,” he replied as they began moving up the hall to a corner.

“Hey guys,” an attractive girl coming from the left corridor said to the two as they stopped by the corner to the right. She was wearing a peculiar outfit, a tied up shirt white shirt with a pocket protector awkwardly tucked in a breast-pocket, extruding on top of a DD chest, and a pair of bright blue jeans a bit too loose, belt given extra notches keep them on. Bruce and Johnny held a hand on their key rings and observed her with caution, even though she seemed vapid and didn’t pick up on this.

“You here to program with the new compiler too? Kenny’s got it working a few minutes ago,” she said with bounce in her legs, leaning closer to them and lowering her voice. “I had to go the the bathroom, but I think he might have fixed some more bugs now. He’s so handsome when he figures out things like that.”

A burst of surprised giggles came from behind a door with lights on twenty feet away. “Ooh, they are testing again!” the girl said eagerly. “Come on, have a look at the fun stuff Kenny’s made. Whatever you could wish for, like… fun stuff and Kenny!”

>Options

-Stop her from going back inside

-other things?

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 No.796

Stop her! We don't need this "Kenny" hearing there are new people and setting up a defense. Physically grabbing her would provoke a yell. Hit her with a bit of magic while she's turned away.

Now we have to deal with Kenny. Hm.. Considering he's already abusing his powers to strip others of their intelligence, likely making them into bimbo's, we need to take caution. Hm.. Can we aim magic at the building to create a camera in the room from the outside? Hooked up to a screen or our phone? Then we'd have visual to affect this guy without giving him eyesight of us. I think a simple stasis spell will suffice. We need to secure this.. compiler and undo his damage.

Can we just become the MiB and flash this guy? >_>

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 No.797

>>796

Oh, and before someone makes the comparison, the plant girl didn't have intelligence before. These ladies were people, and evidence points towards him removing it.

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 No.798

>>797

Also, we've already read of some people making others their slaves with the tool. I'd rathe rnot risk it and just flash him back to his old life.

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 No.801

>>795

Go back around a corner.

Create a protective charm, that reverts all mental changes made on somebody.

Give it to one of the girls, possible leading her away first.

Question her sane self, what is going on.

Take action accordingly. Our notebook should be able to deal with Kenny from the outside.

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 No.809

>>796

>>801

Alright, been a busy weekend with a bit of work. going to put down some time in a reply now while I'm pumped up on coffee"

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 No.811

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>>796

>>801

>[Bruce trying to convince her to stay for a few seconds. flashy approach, (diff 0 vs 0 + [-3], fail )]

>[Johnny doing a save, Flashy approach, (diff 0 vs 1+[0])]

“Eeh, just a moment,” Bruce tried to convince the girl dressed in nerd’s clothing to stay with them, assuming the worst about what had happened to her, or him. A shame that sort of body language and Bruce’s timid approach didn’t strike the ardent mood of the girl in front of them, who gave a happy shrug and took a few steps backwards towards the door, using her hands to gesture to them, reeling them in.

Bruce thought fast, skipped over and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “We just want to know a few things first, if that’s okay with you? It’s awkward to go into a party and not know any names, you know?”

She stopped and looked up at Bruce, a hand unconsciously going up to her shoulder to lay on top of his hand as she grinned to him. “Ah of course, I know all about awkward parties. It’s not a big problem though, Kenny has the right medicine to make that go away in a moment,” she replied before remembering Johnny’s request, not noticing Bruce picking through his pockets for items to use. “Anyway, I’ve mentioned Kenny, I’m Ronja, Kenny said it was from some story, then we have Kelly, Mika, Belle, Christina, Dani, Lucy and Cindy the Chihuahua.”

Johnny gave the girl named Ronja a look at the last name, slowly bringing her around the corner so that her voice couldn’t be heard as easily. “Cindy the Chihuaha?”

“Yeah, Dani had to watch her girlfriend’s dog Cindy tonight, so she brought her along to the lab to get some work done,” Ronja said, keen to explain. “Kenny got a bit tired of it yapping, so after he tried out some of the functions he made on us, he decided to do it on her too. It worked somewhat, she still only has a collar, but he focused on making her smarter first. I can’t wait to get back to get some better clothing myself. These boxers are chafing and my nipples are hard as erasers right now,” she said and rubbed her chest up against Johnny to prove it.

“Interesting,” Bruce said absent-mindedly, not noticing the nipple rubbing at all. He kept writing eagerly on his notepad, gesturing to Johnny to keep doing what he was doing.

>[Johnny not messing up the moment, Flashy approach. Diff 0, 1+[-1], tie]

“Erm,” Johnny started and decided to hold Ronja a bit longer, taking a moment to gather his wits. “Yes, they sure are, Well, the one without the pen protector covering it… I’m sure Bruce might have something for that in a few moments if we give him a few seconds,” he said as he awkwardly let her distance herself from his chest.”

Johnny ripped of the sheet of paper and put it in his left hand, he then pushed a torn off pull tab into Johnny’s. “Hold that out for me,” he told him as he pulled out the blue plastic wand, Ronja curiously confused by the event. “Spirit rewind” he whispered and a thin chain poured out from the morphing pull tab, quickly morphing it into a necklace strung through a featureless ring. “It’s for Ronja,” Bruce said to the two, giving Johnny the honor.

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 No.812

>>811

“Here,” Johnny said as he took hold of the necklace with both hands to pull it over her head. “It’s not much, but I think it’ll look nice on you.”

Ronja was still amazed at the transformation as Johnny put the necklace over her head. “You guys have a compiler too? wow. What language did you use to make that? It seemed so intuitive. It might even beat Kenny’s programs, which are… well, crude and written in an ugly manner, but gets the job done. Why am I so focused on Kenny anyway?” Ronja seemed to be going from easygoing to academic with every word coming out of her mouth, which promptly stopped as she looked down while pondering, getting a fresh look at her cleavage.

“Silent sphere,” Bruce whispered and a thin shell barely visible in the air grew around the three, about ten feet wide. Just in time to stop Ronja’s shocked, shrill scream.

“What the fuck is going on?!” she asked, infuriated. “I’m a fucking girl! And I have been… EW!” Ronja said as she almost lost her balance and doing a dry heave, grabbing hold of Johnny’s shoulder. “Kenneth, that bastard. He made us his fucking playthings. Even the dog,” she said with disgust and almost dry heaved again.

“Calm down,” Johnny said to the distressed girl. “What’s your name? I’m guessing Ron?”

“Yeah, I’m Ronald,” she said, doing her best to calm herself and focus on something else.

“So what happened in there? If we’re to stop him, we’re going to need a quick debrief as soon as you can,” Bruce asked Ron.

Ron gave a long shrug and facepalmed. “Kenneth found a special compiler online, claimed someone made it very special. We sort of laughed of it, as we do when he has some crazy new tech he wants to convert us on. He sat and made some functions for an hour and promptly trapped us with them, pushing the programs to his phone and using it as a trigger. He made us… infatuated with him, first. Which I think he found sort of disturbing, so he changed us into… women. Though he was still tweaking the cloth adjustments, he did put us under that no-shame…” Ron swallowed with disgust and scraped his tongue on his front teeth. “It got pretty nasty half an hour back. But at least he got distracted long enough to stop messing with us…”

>no ideas right now, have to bail for some work, back in 3-4h

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 No.823

>>812

>no ideas right now, have to bail for some work, back in 3-4h

Do you want us to reply or do you have more to write? I can't tell.

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 No.824

>>823

Ah sorry. I stopped there as it seemed like a nice position to adjust if there were some suggestions. I meant that I had no suggestions myself when I said I had "no ideas right now"

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 No.825

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>>811

“So, he used a cell phone to adjust you,” Bruce said whil taking off the spring loaded lid of a garbage can in the hallway and fishing out an empty soda can.

“Um, yes,” Ron answered. “Point and tap, but one of them had an area effect, the enslaving one.”

“Figures,” Bruce responded as he put the can on the floor. He fished up his notebook and began to write. “Would you two keep a look-out and hear if things seem to be going as normal?”

“Sure,” Johnny said, moving over to the corner and peering out towards the door for a moment. “Sounds like the people in there are… getting in the mood. A lot of crooning and giggling going on,” he said, provoking a shudder in Ron that caused a jiggle in Ron’s breasts, which made him groan in frustration.

“Can’t you turn me back to normal or something? This body… lets just say it brings back bad memories,” Ron asked Johnny, leaving Bruce alone while he wrote.

“I guess I could change you into something male, but to be honest, I don’t remember what you looked like before this. And there’s a reason Bruce is writing down what we’re aiming for. This magic is fickle. The best is to find the source and undo it.”

“Well, I guess we could make a time-reference that gets the body you had a day ago. Considering you’re back to your normal self mentally, I’d guess you’d go back to your physical self too,” Bruce said as he finished writing. “Then again, give us a few minutes to try this out,” he said before aiming the purple wand at the soda can. “Men-in-black-flash,” was muttered, and the soda can morphed into a small black cylinder item.

“Shit, need some sunglasses too,” Bruce shrugged and put the cylinder into his pocket before rummaging through the garbage can again, pulling out some hard plastic that had contained some batteries.

Ron shrugged and walked slowly away from the corner to avoid hearing the sound of girls giggling and moaning while Bruce worked on the text.

“Seems they are relatively distracted,” Johnny said from the corner. “Do you think Kenny made some defenses?”

“As far as I remember,” Ron said before Bruce could say anything. “He just messed with us. it takes some time to develop new functions, and he hasn’t been doing it the last twenty minutes.”

“Sounds like someone didn’t think this through,” Bruce smiled at Johnny as he picked up the glasses and put them on. “I’ll go over there and flash the room,” he said and began to move for the corner, before he stopped, remembering something.

“Hmm, although, I guess a small element of surprise might be in order,” he said as he pulled off his jacket and emptied his pockets. “Johnny, use the red wand, copy Ron’s body and reshape mine in his form.”

“What? Copy?” Ron said, confused.

“Kenny knows us,” Johnny said in an agreeing tone. “And he’s waiting for you. Seeing Bruce walking inside might have him react in a hostile manner. If ‘you’ walk in there, he won’t do anything but ponder why you’re wearing glasses before he gets flashed.”

“But won’t you lose your own form?” Ron asked Bruce.

“Nah, we’ve got an okay undo history,” Bruce shrugged, tilting his slightly curvy hips as he gave Ron a crooked smile.

“I always thought you were a strange one,” Ron shrugged.

“Okay,” Johnny said, writing on the notepad himself. “‘Morph name A’s body shape into name B’s body shape, leaving them physically identical,’” he read aloud. “Should be specific enough?”

“Sounds fine. Do it,” Bruce shrugged, nervous they were wasting time.

“Morph Bruce to Ron,” Johnny said with the note in his left and the red wand in his right, aiming it at Bruce. Nothing seemed to happen for a second before his body and the clothing on it began to shift into a copy of Ron’s female body and ill-fitting attire.

Bruce had to do his best not to moan at the sensations, specifically of his dick shrinking and melting together with his custom-tailored vagina. And it was also apparent that Kenny had made the body more sensitive than a normal one, the feeling of his shirt stroking over his growing breasts instantly hardening the nipples, which easily showed through the thin shirt as it morphed into the same tied up thing that Ron was wearing.

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 No.826

>>825

“Uh, ah,” Bruce said as the transformation stopped, slightly embarrassed. “Seems Kenny designed the bodies to be sensitive.”

Johnny just raised his eyebrows and shrugged with his shoulders, moving over to the corner to keep watch again.

“Guh, I look like that?” Ron groaned and facepalmed again, blushing and leaning back against the wall before looking over at Bruce again. “Please, I know I’m asking much of you here, but the sooner this is over, the better.”

Bruce picked up the cylinder and put on the sunglasses. “It’s not like there are many others who could do this,” he replied as he began moving over to Johnny. “If I don’t return within a minute, assume the worst and gas the room.”

“Fine by me, though I think I barely passed chemistry in high school,” Johnny said as he bumped a fist against Bruce’s lithe shoulder. “I guess I’ll just have to think of sleeping gas and gas masks.”

“You do that,” Bruce smiled and walked past him out into the hallway, catching a good-luck high-five on the way.

Bruce walk over to the door felt like it took forever. Mostly because of adrenaline, but also because of the chafing, ill-fitting clothes. Oversized boxers were not designed to keep aroused vulvas happy, nor cotton shirts grinding over undressed nipples.

Bruce finally got his hand around the door handle, taking a breath before he opened and walked in, adjusting his glasses and putting on his acting face. He had to do his best not to drop the act of a smiling, brainless slave as he saw the scene inside.

Kenny was sitting pantless in a office chair in the middle of the room. Between his legs, three naked girls were eagerly pleasing an inhumane foot and a half dick with their mouths, hands and breasts. Thick pre-cum was pouring out, which they eagerly smeared over themselves to lubricate their skin. On tables to the side of the scene, another four nude girls sat, fawning at scene in sensual poses and pleasuring themselves to Kenny’s entertainment. The room stank of female sex and bitter testosterone.

“Oh hi Ronja,” Kenny smiled and waved, phone in hand. “We gave up on the clothing for now, the girls had a much better idea; just dress off and have fun.”

>[Bruce stealthy approach, 1 vs (1+[-1] +2 for “careful camouflage”), success]

“Hi, Kenny,” Bruce smiled and said in a voice that only faltered a bit at the end as he began walking over to them and surreptitiously lifted up the little black cylinder. “Look what I found in the bathroom”

“What’s that?” Kenny asked, honestly curious what the girl he thought was Ronja had found that distracted her from him, even getting the girls pleasuring his dick to stop and look over their shoulders at Bruce.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Bruce sighed serenely as he clicked a open button which popped up the blitz and revealed the trigger button. “Let’s see what it does,” he said as he took hold of his glasses and pushed the button while grinning at the look on Kenny’s face as he seemed to remember where he had seen it before.

The room flashed white, and the girls and Kenny’s face went from various emotional states to apathetic mile long gazes.

“Oh yeah,” Bruce grinned as he walked over and picked the phone out of Kenny’s hand. “Everyone stay still until I say otherwise.”

>Options

Look at phone

Tell Johnny it’s safe before he gases you

What to do?

>Complications

Phone has a security feature?(+1)

That splooge, it does smell very nice…(+1)

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 No.827

>>826

Sorry about the diffuse replies before this post. I decided I'd just move this thing on a bit quicker instead of walking through it step by step. Of course, there were no incentives to turn Bruce into a copy of Ron, but eh, TF thread and it was a good cover.

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 No.828

>>826

> Look at phone

> Phone has a security feature?(+1)

(Check to see if we notice it)

> Try unlocking it (Clever: Have Kenny unlock it)

> Tell Johnny it’s safe before he gases you

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 No.829

>>828

Yes, but what complications would the phone security features have? Did Kenny think far enough ahead to make it target a hacker, or is it just password locked? There's not much point in rolling if its just a password blocking you and not some sort of trap.

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 No.830

>>829

It wasn't my idea, but I'll throw out a possibility for 'some sort of trap'

Maybe Kenny programmed a defense spell on the phone. Something like "If a user who is not myself tries to use it, they are paralyzed temporarily"

Something along those lines, but not necessarily that effect specifically. Could be any sort of thing.

My own personal dirty side wants to say that the phone increases his arousal resulting in that "That splooge, it does smell very nice…" option much more difficult to resist. (It'd already be sort of hard to resist right? We're in a body molded by Kenny to be sex starved right?)

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 No.831

>>829

>>830

Another option would be self destruction of the device. That would leave all the victims without an "easy" (or any?) way back.

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 No.832

>>830

>>829

Another option would be self destruction of the device. That would leave all the victims without an "easy" (or any?) way back.

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 No.837

>>828

Second this but tell Johnny not to gas you first. The room is under control at the moment

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 No.839

>>830

>>831

>>837

Hmm, pondering how to combine the suggestions while keeping Johnny and Ron away at the same time. Should be doable, but it's a stretch.

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 No.844

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>>839

Bruce fished the phone out of Kenny’s hands. “The program you used on this phone, where did you get it from?”

“Um, I made it with an framework from the internet… it was all over the chans,” Kenny slurred out, his dick still throbbing between the hands of the three girls, barely holding on to it in their stupor.

>[Bruce careful approach notice security: diff 3 vs (3 + [0]), tie]

Bruce lifted his glasses to see the phone screen. There were menus with options and choices, but what he noticed was that there was a red loading circle slowly filling up in the top right corner. “Is there some security in this device?” he asked Kenny quickly.

“Um, yes,” Kenny replied slowly. “There’s a default history scrambler if someone else tries to use it.”

Bruce tried to open the options, but found a small screen requesting a pin-code popping up. “What’s the code for?”

“Um… there are two codes, one that works, and one that triggers the backup.”

“Well give me the one that works,” Bruce said, getting anxious with the loading circle three quarters on its way.

“Um, four… eight… two… six,” Kenny muttered slowly.

Bruce barely got time to punch in the code and abort the security measures. he sighed with relief as the loading symbol disappeared and he got access to the options. “Finally,” he sighed a breath of relief. He noticed a few of the girls were beginning to blink and Kenny was beginning to move a bit in his chair, so he put on the sunglasses and flashed the room again.

Bruce walked away and out into the hallway, not noticing the countdown that just began on the screen behind Kenny. “I think I’ve got control,” he called down the hallway to Johnny and Ron. “Just stay there for now and I’ll try and undo the damage. If I’m not back within ten minutes, gas the room.”

Johnny perched his head around the corner and gave Bruce a nod, scrutinizing him for a moment before retreating.

Bruce went back inside and did another flash right away, as a few of the girls on the floor had begun to work Kenny’s meat again for some reason. “No touching Kenny’s dick anymore,” he commanded, a small sad sigh going out of the nearest girls as they shuffled away, leaving it in Kenny’s lap. “Kenny, you are from now on unable to use this program again, and you will tell me which menu I can go to to undo the changes you’ve put upon these poor classmates of yours.”

Kenny took a long deep breath and began instructing Bruce on navigating the relatively simple UI. Within a minute or so, all the girls and the dog were turned back into geeky males, with a thousand yard stare Bruce maintained with the flasher now and then.

“Okay, you guys are now back to normal, you will walk home, clean your hands and clothing and remember nothing of what Kenny did to you this evening. In fact, it would be for the best that you think you were at home watching television or just surfing the web for some slacker reason. Not that I encourage slacking, so lets say this was your one chance to slack before you began working seriously on becoming successful both at what you’re studying… and at being social and outgoing,” Bruce said and chuckled a bit.

He looked down at the flash cylinder. “Damn item makes it easy to monologue solutions to people’s problems, doesn’t it?” he said to himself as the normalized group began shuffling towards the exit.

“Here’s the gang, let them through, give me another ten minutes with Kenny to figure this out,” Bruce called to Johnny from the door as the guys shuffled along the hallway towards them. Johnny gave Kenny the nod and thumbs up. “Okay! Good work, Ron is back too,” he said before getting out of the way again.

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 No.845

>>844

Kenny tried to shuffle past Bruce as well, but Bruce took a hold of his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going,” he asked rhetorically with a smile. “Back to the chair,” he commanded and Kenny obeyed. He flashed him once more with the cylinder and took off his glasses to observe him. He hadn’t undone the changes to Kenny just yet, so he was still walking around with a immense half-stiff dick dripping pre-cum.

Somewhat alluring pre his body seemed to think, making his skin go hot and sensing his crotch grow eager from the smell.

Bruce paused for a moment to try and figure out what he was reacting to, deciding to ignore it. “Alright, Kenny. Tell me about this framework,” he said as he pulled out a chair and sat next to him.

Kenny began describing how he came across the framework at an anonymous board for programmers, that there were a few basic libraries to mess about with that he had begun with, but that anything was pretty much possible. Meanwhile, Bruce was getting more and more hot and bothered for some reason, but he didn’t want to stop interrogating Kenny for that. He leaned closer and asked him some more questions and got some more answers.

“Why are you getting sweaty?” Bruce asked Kenny after a minute, pondering why he was breathing heavily.

“Um… because you’re rubbing my dick…” he answered matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” Bruce said absent-mindedly and looked down to confirm his right hand working Kenny’s shaft and foreskin, digging around and covering the fingers in his thick clear fluids. He looked up again at Kenny, trying to ignore it. “That’s strange. Why am I doing that?”

“Um, I think it’s the second security measure… it adds drug-like pheromones to my goop, making people hungry, horny for it and not too worried about it.”

“Huh…” Bruce said pulling his hand up to his face in an attempt to disprove the statement. A sniff later, and the hand was forcing his fingers into his mouth, which was eagerly sucking them dry. “Hmm. It tastes good,” Bruce admitted as he put both hands at working the shaft, licking a big glob off his palm. He was wondering to himself if he would have been more panicked if it wasn’t for the drug-like effects it was having on him.

“I think I should have you turn if off,” Bruce said to Kenny. Then he saw another glob pump out of Kenny’s dick and caught it with his hand. “Or I might end up stuck here forever,” he said as he licked his hand clean and began massaging the rod for more. It wasn’t as his consciousness knew this wasn’t a bad thing, but he just couldn’t stop himself from consuming as much of the delicious goop as he could get his hands on.

“Um, you made me unable to use it,” Kenny replied, a bit quicker in the reply now than before.

Bruce picked up the black cylinder to refresh the control, but didn’t find the sunglasses nearby. He shrugged, used his right hand to move Kenny’s dick closer and sucked a batch right out of it.

“That’s a shame,” Bruce replied as he detached himself from the tip of the head, rolling them both towards the pc behind Kenny. “Tell me what to do while keeping your dick in my face,” he ordered, taking control of the keyboard and mouse while guiding the dick with the nook his elbow, latching onto it like a straw.

>Options

- More complications?

- long-term effects later on?

- Just give Kenny what he deserves, which is…?

- What to do about the magical framework spreading on the nets?

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 No.847

>>845

Bruce can change Kenny and himself back.

Bruce retains a craving for cum (anybodies, but his own)

Use the wand to make Kenny obey every command he's given. Even commands like turn into a dog or grow a pussy.

Make it so everybody thinks this is normal, but not the way it's always been. (Kind of realitly change, as if the compiler had a fatal error or something)

Getting rid of the framework should be hard. Somebody probably has set up security measures for it.

We should think up our own security measures against it. Also we're not magic police.

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 No.848

>>845

>>847

>Change back

I agree on changing Bruce back.

The retaining cum craving isn't too terrible and could lead to fun/danger/excitement.

>make Kenny obey

I still think that that'd be too much of a risk. He could figure out a loophole if he's left with knowledge of the compiler or the wands. All it takes is one misleading attempt at the compiler and we're back to square one. Except, this time, we'd be defenseless.

>We don't need to get rid of the compiler on the boards. Simply cast an illusion to make people never give it a second glance. It can rot on the boards forever, but no one will ever think to look. It's not a direct attack at the compiler (which we'd be unable to if it has security), but we can edit "the boards" to simply make them.. unnoticeable.

>We're not magic police

It's not about being police. It's about stopping people from causing us harm with it. Kenny, having done what he had already, would likely have eventually come to the thought: "Hey, why don't I make this everyone on campus?" BOOM Bruce and Johnny are now cumsluts for him and we're at Game Over. I prefer the game not end yet, so preventing others from going too far with this new power is vital to our fun/survival.

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 No.849

Also, qgiver, Line 3;

"Somewhat alluring pre, his body seemed to think."

You missed the comma.

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 No.850

>>849

Shush you. I was writing the last bit quickly in an attempt to get about five hours of sleep :p

Seems we got a few suggestions here I can work with. I'll see if I get it up a bit earlier than yesterday.

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 No.851

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>>844

>>847

>>848

>Oh well, took some time to figure it out, but I think I got it.

Kenny rose from his chair, turned around and leaned back towards the table to give Bruce a better angle to literally suck more of the guzzling pre-cum out of his arm-length dick. “Does that work for you,” he asked in a docile tone.

Bruce gave a thumbs up while he swallowed. It was coming so fast he barely found time to detach to respond. “Perfect. Describe,” he said quickly while gesturing at the screen with his right hand, strings pulling between the mouse and fingers.

“Um, it’s the backend server node. The graphical bit runs on html five with some bootstrap for animated styling. The mobile app is just the remote…”

Bruce shrugged and let some of the goop pour down his cleavage, licking a bit of it up under his nose to he could smell it.

“Less tech, more disable,” he stated before he continued to drain the dick as if it was a water bottle nozzle. Some remote part of Bruce was glad he had a lifetime experience in ADHD-like multitasking, or his body would probably have hijacked all limbs to filling itself.

“Um. right… options, security, emergency tab…fallback options…remove module named ‘backupDrugSploogeRetalV3’”

Bruce did as he said and pressed enter, then he rolled over to sit right in front of Kenny and let the body have its last moments savoring the delicious taste, rubbing the massive dick with his hands to get more out of it. After a thirty second handjob, Kenny shot his load into Bruce’s throat, which after guzzling down a quarter gallon of pre the last ten minutes, was already quite full. It didn’t take three bursts before it came out Bruce nose and mouth, pouring down his poorly dressed girl body. The rest sprayed onto his face and his chest, covering his front in half a gallon of thick, salty, off-white sperm.

Bruce coughed and wiped his eyes clean, slowly regaining power over his body. His overly horny body, now that its main objective was no longer getting filled with enhanced pre, he realized. He sighed and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them off as he sat onto the table and spread his legs. “Get in there and finish me off, please,” he commanded Kenny.

Kenny paused for a moment, but knelt down, taking a moment before he dug his face into the mess that had poured down into Bruce’ pants and onto his crotch.

It didn’t take a minute before Bruce was over the edge, cramping and moaning with Kenny receiving a big helping of his body’s female juices. He tapped Kenny on the head to move out of the way, got up and moved, pantsless, over to pick up the sunglasses and the flash cylinder again. He assumed Kenny probably was back to his normal self after the last minute or so, so he was glad it seemed that he finally were able focus on the important parts

He blitzed Kenny again, which seemed to react before the flash. “Huh, glad I remembered that one before you remembered it,” Bruce sighed and accidentally burped, smelling the ripe odour of Kenny’s cum on the reflux, which made his crotch go warm again. His mind was in a bit of a conflict about what to feel about it. Some part of it wanted to puke, but the most current part just wanted to keep enjoying the disappearing high.

“That module, is there a readme on it?”

“Um,” Kenny replied in his hypnotized speed again, turning slowly towards the slightly spattered screen. “Should be in the module folder. I downloaded it off the hub.”

Bruce walked over and sat into the leather seat, his crotch and ass squelching against i t as he moved the chair up. He moved through the folder and found the readme, skimming through it.

“Yada yada…deletion without unchecking checbox #2 first leaves chemicals… those who have been in touch with the fluids… addicted to its likes with rationalizing for its advantages…” Bruce said among a few other things as he quickly skimmed the readme for trouble.

“Oh well, looks clear enough,” Bruce sighed and smacked his lips, rubbing his stomach at the warm fuzzy feeling that was spreading through his body after the orgasm. “So,” he said as he picked up the phone, undoing Kenny’s endowments, leaving him with a normal six-incher that quickly deflated at the demotion. “I guess it’s time we solved this problem. guide me to the forums.”

Kevin absent-mindedly tucked away his normalized equipment and told Bruce where to find the forums.

“Well shit,” Bruce sighed as it quickly became clear that hundreds had looked at the thread and used the download-link. a dozen of them had eagerly described the stuff they had already done to others. “This isn’t good. If this isn’t stopped, it’ll break the world,” he said as he fished out the wand.

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 No.852

>>851

A chill breeze reminded him that he was sitting almost stark naked. The warm fuzzy feeling he had gotten from the previous curse seemed to have gone away, so after a few moments thought he cleansed the room for the mess they had made. He then promptly reshaped his clothing into something that fit his current feminine form better. The blue-white shirt became underwear and a dark blue tank top with a round cleavage, the jeans climbed back up his feet and became a tight fitting pair of low-cut pale blue jeans, the fabric soft, tight and flexible.

Even though he was pleased with the outfit, it seemed something was missing now. But he could worry about that later after he had saved the world. He pulled up the purple wand and began writing on a piece of paper.

‘The target of this spell will be made inert. It will also make anyone that sees it disbelieve its existence and delete any copies they may have of it. They will not do so before they’ve undone any modifications they have done to themselves or others, making sure to remove the memory of it from their targets. -’

Bruce saw that Kenny was moving a bit again, so he put on the sunglasses and blitzed Kenny again. “Sit over in that chair and don’t move or speak until I tell you to,” Bruce commanded and Kenny obeyed, leaving Bruce to continue writing.

‘- Whitelisted persons ignores this enhancement if they observe the effects of the spell. Those that have undone their alterations and deleted all their files will promptly forget about it.’

>[Bruce careful check develop spell (diff 3 vs 3 + [0]), tie]

Bruce spent some more time adding minor things, like making a standalone phone that would give him heads-up of how things were going: Who were left untouched by the patch-curse, if someone was actively trying to overwrite it - he had added a basic security measure to stop that and counter-attack that would dox them to him and apply the same curse to them. He also added an extra search function that would search the net for other software items like it, just in case someone re-released the source

“I think that should do it,” Bruce shrugged and applied it to the link he was observing on the screen with the wand. He then looked over at Kenny before blitzing him again. “Okay, so you’ll forget all about this compiler, and if you find something like it you’ll ignore it. Also, something else.” he took a blank sheet of paper and began to write. After a few minutes he picked up the sheet and the purple wand and aimed it at Kenny.

“Alteration by anyone’s command,” Bruce stated, Kenny shook slightly but otherwise stood still. Bruce blitzed him and told him he was free to move and think on his own again. he nodded lazily and slowly came to his senses.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Kenny asked, a bit confused.

“Did you have a small spell, Kenny?” Bruce asked, feigning concern.

“Yeah, I guess I must have… I can’t remember anything from the past… three hours…” he said as he scanned the room for watches.

“Well, you fell asleep as we did the final bits on that cosplay leather jacket. You’re the spit image of Major Motoko now,” Bruce said and smiled widely as Kenny’s body quickly morphed from a chubby teenager into a amazonian female with purple hair and a sci-fi military bodysuit hugging her muscular curves.

“I guess,” Kenny’s asian face blushed before he skipped over and hugged Bruce, forcing his face into his F-cup breasts that were flowing out from the unzipped bodysuit. “Thanks for the help…” he stopped and began to blush furiously at the realization he didn’t have the name of the girl in front of him.

“I’m Ronja,” Bruce smiled, playing sympathetic. “You must really have fallen asleep back then, Kelly. You must have been up camming for too long last night. You should spend more time on becoming a good hacker like the character you’re cosplaying as.”

“I will,” she smiled guiltily. “How did you know..?”

“I heard it from a friend, Johnny I think his name was. He said you sometimes used him and Bruce for some extra camera action…” Bruce smiled both outside and inside.

Kelly blushed even more. “I’ve paid them for it,” she said apologetically before licking her lips. “…in a way.”

Bruce chuckled and gave Kelly a friendly jab to the shoulder. “I believe you, sis. Now, we better get going, it’s late, I’m sure you’ve got some paying viewers waiting on you,” he said and made for the exit of the room.

They left for the hallway and came across Johnny and Ron as they turned the corner. The two startled a bit as they saw the two girls, but kept their cool.

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 No.853

>>852

“Oh hi, Ron and Johnny,” Bruce greeted with a smile.

“Hi, Johnny,” Kelly said in a friendly way. Probably too friendly for Johnny by the looks of things.

“This is my twin brother, Ron,” Bruce said and embraced him. “I have to talk to him about some family stuff,” he added in a sad tone before brightening up again. “But don’t wait for me, just get back home and earn your keep.

“Thanks,” Kelly beamed, her chest jiggling as she made a small skip. “Can you drop by later, Johnny? I could use a hand with the computer,” she asked him with a smirk.

“Erm, Bruce is the best at computers,” Johnny replied, slightly confused.

“Might have to ask both of you for this one,” she smiled mischievously as she turned around and sauntered towards the exit, enticing buttocks flowing with every step in the tight bodysuit. “Bye for now!”

After Kelly left them, Johnny looked at Bruce in a confused manner. ”What’s going on? That was Kenny?”

Bruce was finding standing next to Ron and Johnny helped on whatever it was that was gnawing at him back in the computer room. “Currently Kelly the Motoko fangirl camgirl, but yes. Kenny.”

“So, everything solved?” Ron asked, still staring down the hallway after Kelly.

“I hope so,” Bruce said, Hugging Ron closer as something seemed to give off a better vibe from him. “There was an entire forum about this, hundreds of users. I made a curse that would make anyone seeing it either undo, delete and forget about it, or avoid using it altogether.” he then fished out the phone and opened a small app in it. “Also made a surveillance system that gives me a review of changes and suspicious activity. Huh, thirty already down. Awesome.”

“And what about Kenny,” Johnny asked. “What did you do to him? Beyond making him look like that cyborg-chick.”

I made a circumstantial curse that forces him to obey any direct commands or paradoxical observations given, without being aware of it. Those orders include physical changes, some real-life changes and personality traits. It is localized and I kept us whitelisted, so it should be safe. We might be able to turn him into a millionaire and get some bucks out of it though.”

“Hmm,” Johnny pondered for a moment. “That’s a pretty sweet payback, but he doesn’t remember it?”

“I guess we could order him to remember it,” Bruce shrugged, still holding on to Ron who was looking somewhat embarrassed at being held by his female self. “But it should be easy to revert. Now excuse me, I need to revert to my old self,” Bruce said and unlatched from Ron, turning away from the two as he fished out the red wand.

“Normalise plus,” he said and thought about the changes he wanted done to his previous form. This time he once more lost weight, removing all the fat he didn’t want, which left quite a bit on his curvy thighs, buttocks and flared hips but nowhere else. His shoulders also shrank inward, his arms and legs thinned and were now dainty, and a few shoe-sizes smaller when it came to the feet. Same could be said for his waist, which was just a bit thicker than one of his curvy thighs, but that was still mostly hidden by a t-shirt that wasn’t cut to follow the curve.

His underwear was now based upon string panties, leaving his cheeks free to fill out the form-fitting jeans. He did increase the size of his vulva again, along with a few inches to his dick, still leaving a familiar bulge in his pants as the special-designed panties kept the two organs apart.

It also seemed like his face had been given a polish, his lips felt thicker than he could remember wishing for, but he didn’t have a mirror. He shrugged and figured the passive glamer should keep it from becoming a problem.

He turned around and glanced over at Johnny and Ron, presenting himself as he moved over to them. “Looking about right?”

“The B is back,” Johnny said with a shrug of his shoulders but a friendly smile on his face, his eyes lingering on Bruce’ hips and thighs. “Why do you keep using that normalize plus spell instead of just undoing is beyond me, though.”.

“It’s good to have an undo history,” Bruce shrugged and wrapped a feminine hand around Ron’s shoulder, finding the intimacy enjoyable.

“As I said, never understood you,” Ron shrugged. “No offense meant.”

“None taken,” Bruce smiled back and gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek. Hm. That’s a new interaction he thought to himself while trying to figure out what caused it. He sighed as he assumed it was just him reacting to his custom tailored hybrid-feminine body.

Bruce did a small belch, the smell made him smile without noticing that he did so.

>Options

- make Ron forget?

- give Ron ring/item to swap between Ronja and the likes?

- be sensible and check out what’s going on around the world?

- Frat house?(+1)

- Bring Ron around for a trip by a frat house(+1 for distraction)

- Other complications or things?

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 No.854

>>853

There, we go, another long one. Think I bent things into place here now. I have to stop stating the rules too strictly, takes too much time to worry. Then again, we now got a hook for some hijinks with the addiction, so who knows what might happen.

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 No.856

>>853

>give Ron ring/item to swap between Ronja and the likes?

Ask him if he wants other forms besides male and female himself.

>Ask Ron if wants to go to the frat house with them.

>Think of deleting security camera footage? (Dunno about this one, somebody seeing us could make trouble? It's a check thing I guess)

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 No.857

>>856

Hmm, haven't really thought about the possibility of security camera footage on campus being a problem. I would probably instead turn it on its head and make a point out of someone knowing what the two are up to (for a lump +1 bonus), but who would that be, and what would they make of it?

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 No.858

>>857

Perhaps Bruce has a secret admirer that has a penchant for eavesdropping? Or the girl from the library followed Johnny?

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 No.859

>>856

>>858

Hmm, no update this evening. Pondering about how to string this together. First of all, I suspect Ron might just say "no thanks" if they fail to convince him, so he might depart quickly. Any specific carrots they should/can offer him?

This secret admirer, should it be someone just stalking Bruce for blind love with no magical powers? Considering Bruce current androgynous form shouldn't have affected this admirer, so I'd guess it would be some female, and probably not Laura Smith from the library, unless she's a manipulative one that befriended Johnny just to get closer to Bruce.

So options right now is some girl infatuated with Bruce, maybe Mary, the religious artsy girl has some suppressed emotions that are more overt in the current reality(weather tweaks,) Or Bruce's stealthy approach to the app has given them an adversary of note.

Second, what to do at the frat house? Specific conditions/curses/infectious curses/aura-based curses/? does Bruce' subconscious urge for splooge strike as he mindstorms, or maybe even before then on the way over, having either Ron and Johnny or just Johnny around? How would Johnny react to Bruce coming on to him right now? Would he put the foot down or demand some alterations?

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 No.861

>>859

Bruce could have a crossdressing trap infatuated with him

and I think that Bruce's urge for splooge will make him want to suck dick possibly even turning into a woman to do so or turn into the fetish of whomever he wants to suck the dick of

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 No.862

>>859

Just look around the frat house for something interesting at first. Get to know the people a little, so you can pick something fun.

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 No.863

>>859

We might want to get home, actually. I know I'm a party pooper, but we've got two super magical items on this CAMPUS alone. That's high density. I would prefer getting to a place where we can cast defensives if people across the world are now going power-mad. Then, once they've ruined everything outside of our magical safety bubble, shielded from the storm of magic, then we can come out and rule! *ahem* or fix it in such a way that, as Dr. Strangelove said, "there are ten women to every man.'

As for the cum addict stuff, cum-shakes, anyone?

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 No.866

Sorry about the long delays, it's been busy in this life of mine. I think I got enough to continue, but I fear I won't have time tonight to finish it. I'll have to start and have a look at it though. There seems to be a majority for frat-house and a vote for paranoia and bunkering up. I guess I might have to mix them a bit together, but I think frat house gets first call.

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 No.867

>>863

I'm going to start using a name as well.

Anyway, I'm with Eleanora here. There are loads of magical changes happening, and we're not the only ones messing with stuff. What happens when other people change the world in a way we don't even notice? We need to shield ourselves from their shit so we don't get caught up in something stupid.

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 No.868

Oh! But let's not make it just our own house. If we can, I'd like to protect the entire college. We'll need an army to deal with what will come to pass if the entire world is warped and twisted.

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 No.869

>>867

>>868

Hehe, you people are all paranoid! Nothing's going to end easily here. Not that we're running very faithfully to the fate system right now, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve and some ideas where to send things, either way.

Sorry, another evening spent away from the computer, I'll try to write something in 9-10 hours time,

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 No.870

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>>851

>[Bruce asking if Ron would want to join them for some casual TF’s of frat house, 1 vs (0 + (-1) + 2 (sexy body bonus); tie)]

“So,” Bruce asked Ron while walking a few steps backwards to get a feel for his wider hips, as well as having some fun with the feeling of his rounded butt bulging his tight pants, showing his hands into his rear pockets. “We were planning to go over to the big boys frat house and put them in the lingerie league. Would you care to join us for some retribution?”

Ron gave Bruce a quizzical glance, not quite sure if he should be flattered or insulted or not. “Erm, thanks for the offer, I guess I might join, if you want me along?”

“It’ll be fun,” Bruce waved disarmingly at Ron, glancing over at his partner in crime. “Right, Johnny?”

Johnny, scratched his chin while thinking about the proposition, looking slightly worried. “I don’t see much trouble bringing Ron along, but… I’m pondering if we should get some more defenses up and running first. After all, you said there was a programming framework that does something close to what we’re doing spreading over the net. That sounds… pretty bad, to be honest.”

Bruce thought about Johnny’s argument for a moment before he shrugged. “I guess you’re right. Let us find a spot where we can sit and develop some more defenses first.”

Ron’s mood brightened at the suggestion. “To be honest, this sounds more interesting to me than going over to a frat house to toy- er, mess with people,” he said, a hint of the horrors he’d been exposed to present in his voice.

Johnny noticed Ron’s worrisome body language. “Hmm, how would you like getting an item to help you out, Ron? I’m sure you’d feel better if you had something to guarantee your physical and mental freedom.”

Bruce nodded along. “Yeah, we can create an item that works like that necklace, but also protects you while letting you try out different things, or altering your body if that’s something you’d like to try,” he said, adding a small mischievous smile at the end and striking a small pose with his curvy hips.

Ron thought about the proposition for a few seconds before nodding. “I guess I might as well go for it. How can you say no to something like that?”

“We don’t know, that’s for sure” Johnny said with a small chuckle and glanced over at Bruce.

The group went back into the auditorium that they had caught the abusive teacher in and turned on some lights by the teacher’s desk and logged onto the pc. They wrote a spell that combined the protection elements of their current shielding items with a red, blue and purple plastic wand keychain that was only useable by Ron, and would only work on those that consented.

“So, think hard, aim and speak command word?” Ron asked, somewhat rhetorically, while aiming the red one at his own head. “Vampiric,” he said and his features sharpened up somewhat, although his skin remained computer geek white. He blinked his eyes open, which looked alluringly deep to Bruce, before he opened his mouth and put a tongue to his incisors. They popped in and out as he tested them, prompting a vince as he seemed to have bit his own tongue in the action.

“Haha, I’ve always wondered about rookie vampires if they would bite their tongues,” Johnny said with a grin and chuckled at the sight.

“I hope you didn’t add a need to live off human blood at the same time,” Bruce shrugged his shoulders and smiled at him. He folded Ron’s wands’ design papers together and put them into a folder along with the others. Ron paused for a moment before he shrugged and revised the spell, leaving him just cosmetically changed.

“Oh well, I guess it’s time to design some protection spells,” Bruce said as he began sifting through the folder for the first safety designs they made earlier.

“Maybe we should make the entire college a safe zone from external influence?” Johnny asked, glancing out one of the windows. “Or would that perhaps cause panic as they see the people outside the diameter turn into cat-people or something?”

“The strongest tree is the one that bends in the wind,” Bruce said as he skimmed over the old notes and began writing another. “I think we should go for something that splits the effects up, describes them and lets us choose which parts to accept and which to reject. That way, we can pretend to be under the influence and work behind enemy lines.”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” Ron shrugged as he licked his sharp lips, “but I get where you’re coming from.”

Bruce smiled and focused on the paper, writing with his pen and copying some of the old stuff. he groaned in frustration as his hands began to get a bit of a shake for some reason, and he was beginning to feel an urge for something.

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 No.871

“Hey man, you feeling alright? You’re looking kinda funky,” Johnny asked, looking over at Bruce.

“I don’t know,” Bruce replied, rolling his shoulders and bending his neck. “I’m feeling kinda hungry, but I’ll manage,” he said before he continued writing. After a few minutes he finished the new design.

“There. I think we’ve got something we can work with here. It should allow those white listed which effects that should influence them, and we can revert the changes on others in case someone turns them into zombies or something of the likes.”

“Nice catch,” Johnny said with a thumbs up. “We could easily be overpowered still. And I’d hate to hurt someone just because they got controlled by someone else to stop us.”

“Yeah,” Ron said from high above, stuck to the wall like a spider. He looked over his shoulder and did a double take. “Shit, this is high up. I think I might have fear of heights.”

Both Bruce and Johnny laughed at the scene. “Damn, we haven’t really thought about upgrading our bodies to supernatural powers yet,” Johnny said in a beaming tone. “That would be quite useful, come to think of it.”

>options

- more upgrades?

-just get the protection up and go to frat house?

>complications

- urge getting more intense?(+1)

(also, how would Johnny react to such needs, would he go all no, ask for upgrades, or have the magic already made him accepting of such requests?

Sorry it's taken too long. I've stopped a bit short here as this was a bit of a junction with some options. I haven't really made Bruce realize what he's missing yet, but I guess we can try and work towards that too, if we go to develop that complication. is the addiction something he will keep as it is, expand upon it(+1) or try and suppress(-1)?

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 No.874

>>871

I think the urge should get more intense the longer he goes without and that eventually he will just start sucking dicks in a mental haze without any real control over his actions

also the addiction should be expanded on

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 No.875

I vote for a few more upgrades. Maybe nothing that can make us particularly dangerous, but stuff that makes us harder to kill. We're all about the defenses right?

And I agree with anon, the urge should be something that builds over time. After it gets to a certain point he'll probably figure out what's up. Dirty thoughts popping into his head. He's got memories that'll incite lust and make him realize what he's hungry for. If he continues too long without it, he becomes increasingly distracted and loses the ability to think lucidly for great lengths of time. It'd be noticeable that he was distracted as well.

I don't know that we should allow the cravings to control him exactly. He should be able to resist the urges to a point, but when it becomes too impractical I'd imagine he'd try to get his fix.

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 No.876

>>871

Give yourselfs hightened regeneration. Both from injuries as well as from exhaustion.

(Lasting longer in bed is always a plus)

Other superpowers can be added in the moment they are needed.

Also if we're high up, we could try growing wings and flying.

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 No.877

>>871

I'd say just protection for the moment. Don't need to stir further suspicion with powers and such.

>>874

I agree with this fellow. Expand the fun addiction!

>>875

Is it really paranoia if they're actually after you? I agree that defenses is the way to go. If they can't hurt you, no matter how long they have, then it doesn't matter how long it takes you to chip away at their health. They're still going down faster than you are. Which is why I say we definitely take the suggestion below.

>>876

Hightened regen is OP. Just look at Wolverine who survives nuclear blasts and has to be killed to the VERY LAST CELL in some comic series.

(Yeah, that's always a plus when we're heading to a frat house of drugged/liqueured/etc up people and have a cum addiction.)

Another suggested power: Mental speed up when in danger. IE: We react incredibly fast to someone trying to apply magic or pull a gun or whatever.

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 No.878

>>874

>>875

>>876

>>877

Hmm, so bit more urge. I'm still pondering if the indirect glamer Bruce put on himself will make Johnny and Ron automatically "assume battle stations", as if it was normal. An unconscious choice by Bruce would perhaps affect the glamer in such a way. Either that or I'm going to add some begging into it, which might be fun in itself to see how they'd consider it. So there's those two options.

So upgrades: Defensive ones, regeneration has been mentioned, though it is somewhat OP, and I'm not going to send this into gore territory. That's barbaric for these tools. High speed works too, I guess we can use it for some slow motion descriptions. It is OP if you compare it to Quicksilver in the last X-men(the best version)/avengers movie.

Wings might be cool, but they aren't stealthy. flying superhero style is probably possible too.

I'm guessing sneaky defensive upgrades would be wise. Leave your opponent none the wiser of your subterfuge, hit them where it hurts.

I'll try and respond tomorrow. Tonight there was too much going on in the evening for me to find time.

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 No.880

>>878

Okay, instead of regen how about better stamina/bodybuilder strength without the looks.

Actually I just want the benefit of faster recuperation after sexy times.

Also Wings are classy. We could grow them at will and reabsorb them if we don't want to fly?

>"assume battle stations"

what do you mean by that?

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 No.881

>>880

whipping it out, specifically, does the glamer make them do it as if its something they've done for a long time, or is it so exotic that it would perhaps require a date. If the addiction goes far enough, I'd say Bruce unconsciously would have people do it for him.

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 No.882

>>881

He means the magic dick sucking defense from Kenny. Would it make Johnny and Ron pull their dicks out to sate Bruce as if it was normal or would it trip their defenses.

Hm.. I'd say no. As far as we're aware, they were not affected by the pheremones before the effect was reversed. Bruce is only affected because he whitelisted himself from the memory erase.

Perhaps put something similar on ourselves as a defensive measure? Increased pheremones to give us a charisma boost?

Also, is it just me or did I miss the part where Bruce pulled the wool over Johnny's eyes in making him think it's normal for Bruce to be female?

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 No.883

>>882

That was back in the library, when he tested by putting animal ears on Laura, Johnny's crush of the night.

>He aimed the wand again, carefully to avoid Johnny, and commanded “Mental edit.” He smiled at his own cleverness and moved down the aisle to Johnny, thinking it would be a nice repeat joke to give the girl some cute lynx cat ears, and promptly did so.

>When he came over to them, he paused. Johnny hadn’t noticed that the red-haired girl with the waistcoat and pin-striped pants was now wielding big lynx ears on top of her head that were eagerly paying attention to Johnny’s voice. “Hey,” Johnny greeted to Bruce as he came up to them, just as oblivious about his changes as hers. “You found the book? Awesome. This is Laura Smith. She studies history and is a total nerd, by the sound of it,” he explained to Bruce and glanced over at her when she giggled embarrassedly at the definition, the poses of her ears amplifying her emotions.

Around that time.

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 No.884

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>>870

“Hmm,” Bruce hummed and pondered for a few moments. “I guess heightened reflexes might be nice, along with some flying to get off the ground.”

“It’s not as fun as you’d think,” Ron noted from above, tenderly climbing down again.

“Just remember to remove fear of heights, or just good acrobatic skills,” Johnny said after chuckling at Ron’s retort. “Oh,” Johnny then said in a beaming tone. “What about incredible body control? that could help you out of sticky situations. Act all action-hero without worrying about doing something stupid like tripping in a carpet or stubbing your toe in a table.”

“That might actually help,” Ron said as he disentangled himself a few feet above ground and landed in a mediocre way on the floor with an extra step or two. “There’s a lot of things to worry about when it comes to this magic of yours. All sorts of caveats.”

“Yeah, tell us about it,” Bruce sighed before sniffing the air, a small gust of Ron’s landing passing by him. He was beginning to wonder why the smell of these guys was getting him all warm and fuzzy. “Oh well, let’s do a few upgrades then,” he said, whipping out a pen and starting to write.

After a while, the three had upgraded themselves with various minor updates. They had all gone for the body control upgrades and were doing some stunts to test them out. Ron was better at it, considering he could walk sideways on walls and ignore gravity with vampiric powers, but they conceded that it made it feel cheap when compared to normal human acrobatics.

Secondary they chose some toughness upgrades, pain reduction in case of extreme trauma, minor regeneration in case of broken bones and other injuries.

Upgrades to the brain so it would handle a bullet without getting mangled, if the worst was to happen.

Bruce and Johnny went for some wing upgrades they could grow or shrink within a second. The flight sort of combined levitation and massive wingspan, varying with the size of the wings, so they could choose to be stealthy or to push forth. Johnny raven wings, Bruce chose some albino bat wings, which he complimented by making his dark brown red hair a clearer red.

They also upgraded their clothing to adapt to the wings, to avoid any awkward morphing wardrobe mishaps. Bruce used the opportunity to change his shirt into a modest but tight fitting tank top, one that showed off his scapulas with a single strip of cloth going down the middle of his back.

Some part of Bruce was absentmindedly pondering if he should be doing something more about scratching that itch he was feeling. It seemed to happen whenever he got close to the other two, so he was wondering if it was some sort of pheromones.

“You’re looking contemplative, Bruce,” Johnny asked as he shrank his wings and slowly floated from the air onto the floor next to him. Ron had closed the sun blinds of the large windows before they began doing stunts, so nobody would be barging in on them asking what sort of hellish rituals they were working on.

“Just pondering about something. If we’re missing anything,” Bruce replied, looking up into Johnny’s eyes. “Well, beyond having to place that defensive charm on the campus.”

“That’s important not to forget,” Johnny agreed. “But I think I’ve got one more item we should have,” he said as he began writing once more.

>options

- Make item that makes people assume certain things about the wielder,

- Make himself appear female and make people believe he was so

- Skip for now, put down defenses and go to frat party or back home?

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 No.885

>>884

skip methinks

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 No.886

>>884

voting for skip, too

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 No.887

>>884

Voting for appear female and then move on

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 No.894

>>885

>>886

>>887

mkay, so postpone urge, go for female and get defenses up. Though, nobody specified home or frat party. considering the defensiveness, I'm guessing back home. If I get a quick reply I might have time to alter it, but I'll begin writing a bit now.

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 No.895

>>894

Hopefully reply is quick because I vote for

PARTY PARTY PARTY

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 No.896

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>>895

"Did somebody say party?"

So long as we get the campus defenses up, I think some donwtime is in order.

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 No.897

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>>884

Johnny did a backflip as if he was flicking away a sigarette. “Oh? What sort of item would that be?”

“Something a bit like the wands, but like a ring, and one that can trigger with mental commands. In case we don’t have time to;” Bruce used his pen as an example and stabbed it into the air as if firing fireballs, making whizzing sounds.

“Ah, I see,” Johnny nodded and got back to doing some stunts with Ron, making kung fu noises and inventing some character he christened “the Doff.”

Bruce shrugged with a smile at the two and wrote down the instructions for his new item, then made it while the two were goofing around. Ron had invented “Count Karatula,” and the two were getting into some heavy martial arts swooshing.

“Mental change ring,” Bruce said as he pointed the purple wand to some scrap, promptly turning it into a plain ring. He put it on his hand and got up, trying to think of something to test it with. He gave a mental command to test it out. A small gem in the ring blinked purple.

His tank top neckline lowered as a bra was splitting from it, hugging his chest with synthetic fabric before budding breasts began to fill it. He also took a few inches off his height to accentuate his curves a bit more, and his face tilted over from feminine man to masculine girl, then over to cute. The new breasts grew up to a pair of athletic B-cups with the bra, but he could feel his nipples continuing to grow beneath the bra, giving him some perky aerolas that probably spanned five inches and made his breasts look like cones.

“Have you started testing it yet, Bree?” Johnny asked, as if nothing had happened. Bruce gave a small smile as he once again confirmed the indirect reality change still worked. He probably should have fixed that, but it was fun.

“Nah, just put it on,” Bruce said in a feminine voice. Once more, his dick gave a throb of approval at the sound before his folds beneath them approved in their own, moist way. “Any suggestions?”

“I dunno,” Johnny said before he began to ponder, observing Bruce perched from the back of a chair. “Maybe bigger breasts? Less of that… package?”

“Aren’t these big enough for you?” Bruce asked and arched his back to present his sharp peaks before giving his hips a roll to profile the package in them. “You’re just jealous of this one, I’m sure,” he smirked at him, provoking an embarrased chuckle and a small retort.

“Some more female clothing perhaps?” Ron said, seemingly a bit unsure if he was being curt or not. “Not that what you’re wearing is bad or anything… just, yeah, a suggestion,” he said before shutting up.

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 No.898

>>897

Bruce gave Ron a faux offended look as he observed the ring, the gem flashing red this time. The tank top’s hem rose up from his pants to hug his chest closely, revealing his girly waist, hips and stomach. The top also became fiery orange and his bra turned white with more cords attached to it for cosmetic reasons. The hem of the pants lowered further onto down on his hips, the belt widening from two inches to four, the blue rough jeans paled and gained a finer, thinner cloth that wrapped itself even closer to his thighs and crotch, pockets going from useful to ornamental jewelry holders or just slits in the fabric. Then his well-designed boxers morphed into white string panties with the rim crawling above the pale blue trousers.

A pretty moderate female outfit in Bruce’s opinion. He had to agree with Ron getting caught like a female dressed in what he had been wearing, would have been awkward. His breasts then grew two more sizes to D-cups, becoming rounder but also gaining more nipple flesh, which with two small stings gained a pair of barbell piercings, the spheres an inch-and-a-half apart with the nipples taking the space inside.

“More to your liking?” Bruce asked as he gave them a bow, which he realized might have been more a male thing to do than a female one, but it seemed the two were entranced by his new cleavage and the relief of his nipple piercings through his top to notice.

“Um,” Ron said after a long pause, saved from embarrassment mostly by his vampiric looks. “Yeah, that looks good,” he agreed.

“Still got that dick of yours though,” Johnny smiled at Bruce and gave a wink with his eyebrows.

“Yeah, it’s to keep you out of my trousers, but fine,” Bruce sighed, the ring flashed red and the bulge shrank, balls disappearing into nothingness and leaving only his dick to leave a mark. “Better without the balls for you?” He asked.

“A bit,” Johnny agreed. ”I prefer full females though, no offense to your herms, but I don’t like being beaten at my own game.”

“You might be rare,” Ron spoke up, agreeing with Johnny, “but yeah, don’t expect a free lunch from us because you got the beauty of a woman and the tools of a guy,” he smiled with a hint of awkwardness.

“Oh well,” Bruce sighed and wrapped the papers into the folder, keeping only the defensive ones for the campus in hand. “I say we move out and get the defenses up, then maybe we see if there’s a party going on, if that’s okay with you guys.”

“Sounds about right, Bree,” Johnny agreed and stepped off the chair without it losing balance where it was perched on two legs. “Statue of Old Nelson in the center a good place to start?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty much dead in the center,” Ron agreed, stepping off his own perch, a wooden yard ruler he’d balanced on top of the teacher’s table. He turned around and gave Bruce and Johnny a mischievous wink. “Last one there loses their dick and/or gets a vag?”

>Options

- run, fail?

- use magic, beat them, Johnny / Ron / both loses?

- other things they might have fun with?

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 No.899

>>898

Fly there

Make yourself invisible if necessary

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 No.900

>>898

Fly and phase through any objects in your way

They just teleport

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 No.901

>>899

>>900

mkay, so letting one of the others lose. Or; up the ante by having the losers share the loss. Random choice or someone specific?

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 No.902

>>901

I'm in favor of Johnny loosing his dick.

He needs to experience having a vagina

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 No.903

>>902

Heh, he certainly have been experiencing it quite a bit so far, but I guess there's always room for more. Though, two for winning, one for losing.

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 No.904

>>903

I'm all for seeing some more feminization. >_>

Leave em in the dust.

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 No.905

>>898

I say let him lose. We're getting more and more cravings for some cum and Johnny likes 'em best fully feminine.

Plus, TG content is the main reason I frequent this board. Before I started using the name, I had said

>>528

>I don't know what the general direction of this thread will be yet. I'm mostly along hoping to see some TG stuff here or there.

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 No.906

>>902

>>903

Sorry, keep mis-attributing Johnny/Bruce, you are correct, Johnny might deserve it.

>>904

Another for the others.

>>905

No worries, I'm a fan of the TFs though, so I like resetting now and then to have something to enjoy. I do prefer not to jump to the end point before we've milked what we can out of it :p. That usually includes a bit of 'tweening with different forms and the likes.

Oh well, better get to writing something then.

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 No.907

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>>897

“I say first one, doesn’t, and you got a deal,” Bruce challenged back, returning the mischievous smile to the two.

Johnny paused and considered the offer, standing tense as if ready to bail. “…Fine. On Ron’s approval, we start one second afterwards.”

Ron waited a few tense seconds before taking a deep breath. “Fine,” he said and quickly turned around towards the door, shifting his weight but not moving from the spot. Johnny did the same, and as the second went, they both ran. The sound of wings could be heard in the hallway, as well as the creaking of walls under pressure as Ron probably was jumping from side to side to speed himself up in vampiric fashion.

Bruce stood still but skipped to make it sound as if he was joining them, quickly fishing out his wand and aiming it at himself, using the green one. “Teleport to Old Nelson statue, campus center,” he said. The world seemed to burst like a bubble around him, revealing a different part of it on the outside. A gust of colder air brushed up against him as he heard the beating of wings. He chuckled and pressed a finger against the statue.

“No fair!” Johnny said as he almost slammed into the statue as he de-accelerated. Massive raven wings shrunk back as he slid down the column holding the old geezer twenty feet above ground.

“Yeah,” Ron agreed in a whining voice as he landed from a thirty foot jump from a nearby campus building wall, windows wobbling and reflecting the outdoor lamp lights with their passing. “Though, I admit, I should have thought about teleporting too,” he said as he mellowed, realizing he probably would have been second either way.

Bruce gave a victorious and girly laugh at the two. “Yeah, and now I get two girlfriends for thinking fast,” he grinned.

“Hey, we didn’t say anything about girls,” Johnny said. “Just losing the dick and getting a vag.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at Johnny, still smiling. “Do you want to run around with none of the pros and just the con? Trust me, get the whole package. Also,” Bruce waved his wand around. “As the winner, I’ll want to do the honors.”

Both of the guys groaned at the deal handed to them, but Ron was the first to man up. “Fine, but I want to be lithe and I want something that works with my vampiric style.”

“Since you were a good loser, I’ll be nice,” Bruce promised and aimed the purple wand at Ron. “Underworld wonder,” he said, and Ron shrugged as he accepted the alterations.

Ron’s jeans blackened and went from cloth to shining latex, hugging hips and thighs that were widening slightly, but not as much as the rest of his already thin body was shrinking. His shirt also darkened and morphed into something more feminine. The bottom half became a soft corset, while the top with the arms became looser, thinner and less glossy. They were quickly filled with a pair breasts that worked well on an athletic body, probably around B or C-cup by Bruce’s estimate. Ron’s face feminized and his brown hair also darkened down a bit as it grew to shoulder length. The final transformation was the legs becoming slightly longer and his shoes growing up along them into knee-high boots strapped with buckles.

“Guh,” Ron’s lighter voice said as the transformations stopped and he took a step to balance himself. He was a few inches shorter and a lot more lithe than before, but that didn’t mean that he automatically got a hand on the proportionally wider hips. He turned around to give his ass a look. “Guh, this brings back some traumatic memories,” he groaned as he arched his back to see the cheeks in the form fitting latex pants. He curled a leg up behind him to look at the boot on it. “But I guess it’s what I get for making stupid bets,” he added with a shrug and stood straight, looking at Bruce and then over at Johnny, a small smile growing on his rounded lips. “So if this was being kind, what about Johnny?”

Bruce joined Ron in gazing at Johnny, making him shuffle uncomfortably. “I’m expecting the worst now,” Johnny said after a short moment.

“No worries,” Bruce smiled and aimed the purple wand at him. “I think you’ll find it to your likings. Race Girl,” he commanded.

Johnny clothing began to morph into the familiar outfit of checkered hotpants and a matching top, his face and body reshaping into the same woman that Bruce had been turned into a few hours before, with the exception of the last, over-the-top alterations that Tina had applied.

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 No.908

>>907

“The irony stings,” Johnny sighed with a girl’s voice, pausing at the sound of it.

Bruce chuckled at the reaction,” yeah, I noticed that voice change too,” he smiled at him.

Johnny tested his legs a few steps. “The hips certainly are noticeable. I’m sort of glad we went for those body-control enhancements,” he said as he stretched one up to his chest, holding it between his breasts while keeping his balance. “Heh, this is flexible. Even though it feels weird below.”

“Yeah, right?” Ron replied as he went down into a split, latex pants creaking. “It feels strange not having anything to worry about getting in the way, just some tight clothing wrapping around your nethers. Women clothing on women bodies are much better than women bodies in men’s clothing. Especially underwear,” he said as he gave his crotch a pat where a dick normally would have been. “Also, that felt weird as hell,” he chuckled as he gathered his legs again as if he was sitting on ice, rising in a eerie fashion fitting of a vampire.

“Really?” Johnny asked and patted his crotch too, and quickly stopped. “Yeah, that’s probably all the confirmation I’ll need about my gender switch,” he said as he hid his hands behind his back. “Oh wait, butt cheeks,” he smiled as he turned around and gave them a show as he squeezed his jiggling assets. “Aw yeah, that’s pretty hilarious,” he grinned and slapped his rear, causing a jiggle to run through them and his thighs. “Behold, the power of girl butts!”

“Indeed,” Bruce said before he joined Ron in a chuckle as Johnny turned back, though something seemed to be amiss now. “Oh well,” he said, fishing out the new defensive papers. “I guess we better get the defenses going. Then we can go over to that frat house and see what we can have fun with there.”

“Wait, how long do we have to stay this way for the bet?” Johnny asked, starting to look ahead. “I wasn’t planning on messing around with the frat boys as a girl.”

“Damn, me neither,” Ron added.

“Hmm, didn’t think of that,” Bruce said, spending a few moments to ponder before a small smile crept across his lips. “I’m thinking if you join me for that trip, I’ll let you go back to normal, or whatever, by midnight. If not, you have to stay this way for two days. Besides,” he gave them a mischievous smile. “You haven’t had fun before you’ve done it as a girl.”

>options

party time: how will hunky house affect Bruce?

Ron and Johnny, what sort of fun should they join in on?

Other ideas?

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 No.909

>>908

As long as there is not direct jizz to smell, Bruce should be pretty calm.

Ron and Johnny should be still interested in females. So turning Frat Bros into Girls. (Footballer to Cheerleader, Player into Slut, etc.)

Though I could imagine Ron getting an itch to try something with a guy. A bit a bi-curiosity.

Also, personally I would like something besides just TG in there.

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 No.910

>>909

Sounds like a typic direction to send things, but what would be their methods? Would they just go around zapping people or would they invent "curses" that trigger on certain conditions?

>Also, personally I would like something besides just TG in there.

I've been missing a bit of the weird and other TFs myself, so I'm all up for suggestions on other sorts of things to do to people.

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 No.912

>>910

I would wait for a scenery discription of the frat boys for suggestions for the tfs.

It's kind of nice to make tfs that fit the situation.

For example if a guys says he "want to get in her pants" we could to the stereotypical Pantie-tf.

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 No.914

>>912

Good point. Though again, I'm all open for suggestions on what sort of characters we meet over there. I guess it matters just as much as the TFs the gang is going to have fun with.

Sorry that I've been lax in making new updates, work is taking a lot of time, and I find it useful to spend some time letting things sink in a bit.

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 No.915

>>909

I wouldn't mind some TF'ing. Still concerned about playing our hand a bit openly. However, short of another person having a magic item, we should be safe. (And if that's the case, I'm saying we build a bunker. The density of uber magick is too dense.)

>>914

Hm.. No clue. Frat House. So we got our sports guys, our grease monkeys, parti bois, our swagtastic arseholes.

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 No.916

>>912

Alternative suggestion: partial transformation. The guy says he wants to get into her pants, he immediately gets his lower body half turned into that of female, and any pants/shows/underwear he wars turns into female.

Another suggestion would be turning them into a bunch of loyal manservants, or inteligent monkeys in butler costumes.

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 No.918

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>>907

James roared along with the rest of the gang as the Lustrous Lincolns scored another touchdown. It was game night and over half the house was inside the common room watching on the television. The rest were sitting on the backyard porch, drinking beer and chatting with some girls that had dropped by, dates and casual girlfriends most of them.

“Eyh, James,” Cal said from the other side of the couch. “I think I heard the doorbell. It’s your turn to go get the beer, would you mind checking it while you’re at it?”

James shrugged and got out of the couch, watching the TV for a few moments before walking through the kitchen to fetch a fresh six-back before walking into the hallway towards the door.

As he opened the door, he paused as he saw the three standing in front of it. “Uhm, I think I know you…” he said to the red-haired girl with the wide hips and deep cleavage. She was good looking, but now she had brought along two friends who were competing with her. And they were dressed to kill. One was knocking a push-up bra and hotpants with racing patterns, looking a bit out of place but oh so attractive, and the other girl looked like some goth, but the sort that dressed up sexy and went out on the prowl for men, given her tight latex trousers and peculiar top.\

James closed his mouth and realized he had been staring. He tried to salvage the first impression and gave the red-haired girl a glance. “Bree, isn’t it? Computer geek?”

“IT-student, yes…” Bree said as she smiled up to him. “This is Jay and Ronda, they study mechanical engineering and programming, if you were interested in our pedigrees.”

“Yeah, good to know,” James dodged. “If I knew computers was where it was at, I wouldn’t have gone into economics.”

“I’m sure there’s something at economics too,” Bree replied. “If not, we should look into getting some equality into it,” she said and gave the other two a sidelong glance. “Oh well, we didn’t come here to talk education, we came here to have some fun.”

“Um, sure,” James stepped out of the way and let the three inside. “We got a game going and some are out on the back porch just chilling.”

“Do we want to watch a game or do we want to talk?” Bree asked the other two.

“Depends,” the one dressed in a racing outfit that Bree had called Jay replied. “I’d like to know if I know any of these guys.”

“Well, Jay volunteered, seeing a chance to earn some points with the girls. “We got Cal, Dan, Mike, Ken, Carl, Bob, Stephen and Stu watching the game. Outside we got Jeff, Lincoln, Dukowski and Mac, along with Elisa and another girl I don’t know the name of.

“Diane,” the goth said after a moment of listening to apparently nothing. James nods confirms to himself that goths are creepy.

“I think I remember most of these guys,” Bree said. “Cal, Mike and Ken are players, Stu is the muscle. Jeff and Lincoln are rich-kid creeps, Dukowski’s a jewish horndog and the rest somewhere in between.

“Gee, thanks for the description of my roommates,” James deadpanned. “Although since you didn’t mention me, I guess that bodes well,” he said, brightening up and turning on his rugged charm.

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 No.919

>>918

Changed the point of view for the introduction here, figured that would be interesting for now. Aight, laid down the scene a bit, put down some names and overall personalities. I got to go now so I leave this with you for now, and I'll look at writing again in 12 hours time.

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 No.944

this still a thing?

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 No.945

>>944

Yeah, no one is just really sure where to go from here, I suppose. I guess we'll head out back and talk? Better than hearing a Euro's insight into American Football media. XD

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 No.947

>>918

>>945

Sounds good.

If somebodies rude to us, we could punish them.

Dick shrinking, Age regression, Animal traits/behaviour, etc.

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 No.949

>>944

Yeah, but its the busiest part of the year for me work-wise(both weekends and normal days), so my surplus energy is lacking. Got some time now though.

>>945

To be honest I did try to put in some minor hints in the sports descriptions. Maybe not so much in the techical bits but yes, I'm not a sports person to begin with, even less so for American football

>>947

Works for me

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 No.952

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>>918

“Maybe it does,” Bree said to James, making him swell with hope. “But we came here to party. Mind if we drop by the kitchen? I’ve got to prep something for us to drink.

James showed them the way. “I didn’t see you bring anything,” he said over his shoulder as he put down the six-pack. As he turned around, he saw the racing girl had a grocery bag with some bottles in it. “Huh, I must have been distracted,” he added.

“I wonder why,” goth girl Ronda said and gave him a smirk as she helped the other two unpack the various bottles of expensive Russian vodka, Scottish Whisky and french red wine. The names went past James’ head, he had never tried any of them. “are you from very rich families? That alcohol looks expensive as hell.”

“I guess you could say we got resources,” Bree shrugged. “Got any plastic cups?”

“Plastic cups?” James asked in a disbelieving tone, “This deserves glass at least. I think we got a few wine glasses for the wine. Maybe a few shot glasses for the vodka and just some normal ones for the whiskey,” he said as he began rummaging the cupboards.

“He’s a helpful fellow,” Jay said to the other two girls, eliciting a grunt from over James’ shoulder.

“Indeed,” Ronda added as she smelled the red wine from the freshly opened bottle and gave an approving nod.

“Just doing what I can,” James replied as he dropped off a few of the glasses on the center kitchen bench next to the girls. He looked over at Ronda and paused for a moment, seeing her twiddling the cork between her fingers as if playing with a pen. “Wait, where’s the wine opener?”

“Oh,” Ronda said as she thought of what to say for a long moment. “I’ve got strong nails and a technique passed down through my family for generations,” she added with a guilty smile, twiddling the cork dexterously for him as an example.

James gave an impressed whistle, fishing out a wine glass from the top shelf. “Never heard of anyone capable of doing that, especially with such long nails.”

Ronda waved the comment away and took the wine glass offered. “Patience and skill, I guess,” she said as she filled it, glancing over at the other two women.

“Indeed,” Bree said as she mixed a Santo Libre with rum way to high quality for such work. “We’re a resource-rich trio studying male-dominated studies. Before the night is over who knows what could happen,” she added with a mischievous smile as she handed James the drink. “Oh by the way, these bottles are for you and your friends, to pay for the use of your glasses for the night.”

James raised his eyebrows and the glass he was given. “I’ll toast to that,” he said, and so they did.

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 No.953

>>952

After the news of free alcohol spread through the building, it didn’t take long before things escalated with music and dancing. The game just finished and left the house to gather around the living room and porch. James found himself talking a lot with Bree and Ronda. Jay had gone outside to chat with the group sitting there.

Half an hour later, Dukowski and her boyfriend Elias snuck back inside and made for the second floor. James rolled his eyes at their failed attempt at stealth, their hooves clacking through the music as they moved over the floor, the inhumanly wide horse hips and buttcheeks of Dukowski filling up her tights bumping into the others as she kept her tail from stroking anyone. Of course, Elias was holding on to it and giving it a scratch as they navigated together, the two-footer in his stallion jeans all too clear to even the unwilling eye. If you hadn’t seen their lower halves, you’d never guess that they were half-horses, though their current behaviour would probably hint heavily at it.

“Oh my,” Bree said to Ronda who nodded the same as the two horny horse folk thudded quickly up the stairs.

“Yeah, better turn up the music,” James said with a sigh and made a mental note not to throw anything into the laundry machine the next day or so. And move one of the couches a bit away from the corner it resided in, so any leakage from above wouldn’t drip into the fabric.

“I’m guessing Jay is having fun with those outside,” Ronda said to Bree. “Nothing permanent I hope.”

“Yeah, we keep to what you asked of us, Ronda,” Bree said in a slightly bored tone. “But we came here to party and have some fun,” she said and raised her glass and gave James a flirty smile. James repeated the gesture and soon they were talking again, the song that came on next synchronized well with the thuds from above.

More time flew by, Ronda had become somewhat tipsy and whispered a bit with Bree for a while before Bree pulled out some plastic wands and tapped her with a purple one. She thanked her for the strange gesture and walked over to talk with Cal, leaving Bree to slide even closer, putting her hand on his thigh for a moment as she had another sip of her drink.

James was starting to feel nervous that he would say something stupid and blow this opportunity for a caper with a gorgeous woman. He played it safe and repeated the action while talking about some economic theory that Bree seemed to follow.

He paused a little as he squeezed, as he could have sworn something didn’t feel right.

At least not on a woman.

He tried to remove his hand in a smooth manner, but he was sure a blush was crawling across his face and that the pauses in his speech was now getting longer than what alcohol could defend. He had another deep swig in a attempt to rally his demeanor.

>Options

- What does Bree / Ronda / Jay do now?

- Does alcohol remove inhibitions? (+1)

- Bree certainly feeling a certain urge by now. Though it would seem the secret in her pants is making James a bit worried.

- Other things?

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 No.954

>>953

Perhaps Bree curses James to not suspect anything is wrong until tomorrow night

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 No.965

>>953

How about lowered inhibitions due to alcohol, Bree gives in to urges with james and perhaps gets him to let her have some fun with her little secret. Maybe by giving him a little feminine surprise while she's down there?

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 No.966

>>954

I think he's already in that zone, especially with the female half-horse-morph in a male frat house and all that.

>>965

Yeah, that's a good excuse to get onto his rod. I was personally planning on having Bree feminize him as he's personally not too fond of macho bodies, even though the urge makes his body unconsciously gravitate towards dicks… so to speak.

Anything for what that Ronda spell might have been? what else might be going on out on the porch?

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 No.981

You're doing god's work. Seriously, this is amazing.

Bree's not thinking clearly. Maybe James freaks out about her anatomy after he's already had some fun. And ever fickle she makes some changes to him (feminization while leaving him a 'him' [Bree is still craving something!]) and adds some safeguards so she can't undo them when she's sober again.

I'm also really worried about a game over situation. I mean, Bruce/Johnny came in and stopped Kenny. If the people here do the same thing as Kenny, someone dangerous might find out and put a stop to the entire thing.

Maybe Bree has enough sense to add a teleportation safeguard she can activate just by thinking about. For her and Johnny both.

No idea about the front porch. Did Ronda ask for Bree to change her more? Well… she could be horny but still wanting to be in control (compared to what happened earlier w/ Kenny). Maybe she asked for something to that end. (lesser mind control powers?)

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 No.984

>>981

Hah, "god's work" without a capital G and I agree :p Still, fun to hear people are finding it entertaining.

Porch is at the back actually, and Ronda just went over to another couch in the living room after getting pinged with… something of her own volition. Jay is currently out there with her own wand, so there's always options for strange things to observe outside.

Bad endings are the best endings, they bring capital Fun: http://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/v0.34:fun

Once again, things are slow because of busy IRL. hopefully a day this weekend we'll have an update.

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 No.994

This is still going strong right?

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 No.995

>>994

Going? Yes.

Strong? No. qgiver said he's busy with work.

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 No.998

>>994

>>995

Indeed, well, more like three jobs accumulating at once. Hopefully I'll be more available after saturday. I'll be off for a bit of non-work vacation a week after that, so I should be back in more productive action by then.

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 No.1021

>>998

Al right, the rush is done. Time to get back to this!

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 No.1022

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>>1021

“You know what,” Bree said in that voice a guy like James knew was of gravity. “I’m thinking we should leave the party for a while,” she said with a mischievous grin, a hand returning to stroke his thigh.

James looked into the face, and cleavage, of the attractive girl named Bree. It was a damn curvy body and a round girly face, so he went for it. “I’ve, uh… yeah, why not,” he said as he gave up on making an elaborate excuse about some papers on economy 101 to show her, and just went with the stealthy departure, getting up in the process. It didn’t seem like the rest of the party would notice them, now that the mare Dukowski had stolen most of the show. The party was overall distracted.

The last thing he noticed before leaving through the kitchen was that Cal seemed to be having a blast with Ronda. She was sitting in his lap and exploring his mouth with her lips and tongue, her dark lipstick smudging over on Cal’s lips in the process.

The two snuck up the stairs and past Dukowski’s door where she was getting banged against a wall, whinnying and moaning. “Horse-morphs aren’t exactly anonymous,” James whispered apologetically over his shoulder as they stole through the hallways, hoping not to meet anyone on his way to his room.

As James locked the door behind him, female hands hugged him from behind and crawled over his stomach towards his belt buckle. “I’ve had an itch for a while tonight,” Bree said as she put her thumbs behind the buckle, “and I think I know what for.”

James gulped and turned around to look at Bree. He smiled and took hold of her hips, trying to make eye contact. Which proved difficult as she was intently focused upon his crotch, her fingers starting to unbuckle the belt.

“Hey,” James said and put a hand under her jaw to lift her focus. “Eyes up here,” he smiled and went for a kiss. it didn’t feel reciprocated. He pulled back and gave her a quizzical look. “What? No foreplay? No kissing? Just straight for the meat?”

Bree blushed a bit at the comment. “I thought men liked it when women were all business.”

“Hey, we’re living in the age of rampant feminism, if I dare to say so,” James smiled sadly. “I’d end up in jail because I interpreted a ‘no’ as a ‘yes.’ so, alcohol or not, I’m not going to force anything as long as it feels wrong.”

Bree glanced down and pondered for a few moments before looking up again. “I think it might just be me,” she said and gave a smile as she turned him around and pushed him to sit on his bed. “I’m just pondering if I should fix myself, you, or both of us,” she said as she knelt down between his legs leaning her cheek onto James’ thigh while giving him a coy look, her right hand holding on to the assortment of plastic wands on the other thigh.

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 No.1023

>>1022

A bit shorter than usual, but a start. Need some time warming up.

Figured this was an okay point to add a pause as well. Could have started the fun stuff, but this left a pretty clear choice for us: Her, him or both, and what? who gets the idea?

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 No.1024

>>1023

I think at least some dick sucking needs to occur perhaps Bree will suck his dick then turn him into a girl for some sex that won't make him question his sexual orientation too much

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 No.1025

>>1023

Or maybe Bree will prep him and get fucked in the ass

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 No.1026

>>1023

I'm all for giving him a pussy while sucking him off

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 No.1027

>>1024

yeah, that will be a part of it either way, I'm pretty sure of that.

>>1025

guessing prepping James for the ass and not vice versa.

I think I've got a rough idea. Hopefully it won't be too long.

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 No.1035

>>1024

>>1025

>>1026

Hm.. I agree with all of this, but I'd prefer vaginal instead. I'm just not an assman, myself. Then again, rule of the MOB!

>>1027

Bree's doing some weird stuff, but I'm not sure if she's ready to get the dickings. It's been a cuh-razy day for her, I'd prefer giving her the break. No need to turn her brain into a vegetable, yet. There's more fun to be had.

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 No.1039

>>1022

>Sorry, big schmex scenes takes time. here it comes though:

“Isn’t this a bit early to start thinking of what to change about one another?”James asked, taking off his shirt before looking down at Bree fiddling through the various colors, picking the purple one again. “After all, we’ve just talked for a few hours.”

Bree giggled and exhaled, drinking the increasingly musky air in the room. “We got a few cards up our sleeves,” she said as she put the purple wand to James’ crotch. “Progressive edit,” she said and James could have swore he felt a small electric tingle at that. All he got out was a sound of surprise that was just as much an answer to Bree’s hungry opening of his pants, pulling them off and deftly pulling off the boxers as well, revealing his stiff dick.

“Okay. That was fast,” James said apologetically, not quite sure what to make of the small pause Bree just took while savoring the look of his junk. He wasn’t superbly hung, but figured the rest of his somewhat fit body made up for it. though, It didn’t seem like it was a problem, as she slowly leaned close while inhaling.

And a moment later she took it into her mouth, licking the head, and sucking it. James grunted with pleasure at the sensations and could feel himself getting even harder, his body threshing with every lick over his tip.

And he kept feeling himself getting harder. He looked down to look at Bree. She was now beginning to take it deeper into her mouth. Every time she pulled back up, it felt like bliss and James instinctually smacked his head into the bed as his back arched. Eventually he managed to keep his head down to observe the magic Bree was pulling on him.

No way. His dick was massive. It looked to be twice as big as when she started on him, and the girth barely fit into her mouth. He could feel her teeth now and then as she gave up on deep throating it. He could swear he saw it growing with each heartbeat pulsing through it.

A groan of content from Bree’s muffled mouth tossed him over the edge. It was a full blown orgasm on top of the ejaculation, not close to anything he’s ever felt before. He cried out as he began to fill Bree’s mouth. And she moaned orgasmically as she began swallowing down, keeping the seal with her lips watertight.

And it didn’t stop either, six pulses, ten, fifteen. He felt like he was going to drain, or at the very least fill a pint. And Bree, bless that girl, kept moaning and swallowing. James began to wonder if it was her reaction to his orgasm that kept him going, as he realized he was still going.

A knot of worry got into his head, breaking through the joy of the minute-long orgasm that was wracking him. He looked down, still panting loudly, and saw Bree had climbed into the bed onto his legs, her mouth still on his dick… which now probably would fall on his chest if she let it go. she covered the tip with her mouth, the neck of his member’s head almost to wide to fit. Probably too wide to get between her teeth.

“What… is going on,” James asked through gritted teeth, still incapacitated by the orgasm.

Bree just smiled wickedly, mostly with her eyes, from her position and kept sucking. her right hand snuck down to his balls. He could see they laid heavily on top of his thighs, grown too. They looked bigger than tennis balls from the looks of it, Bree’s fingers had trouble grasping around just one. She gave one a light squeeze, which sent another orgasm through his body as more cum forced its way up his dick. It felt almost as if the dick widened to make room for it all. As she squeezed the other and a third orgasm began to pulse through his body, he was sure of it. He could feel the beam of liquid hit her mouth like a hose, and her perfect seal from before had begun to fail, blobs of white, thick cum was beginning to leak from her lips, quickly reaching her neck and bosom.

Both of Bree’s hands took hold to his dick as she detached with a wet smack. As James suspected, the entrance on top of his dick was huge, even compared to his dick’s new abnormal size. His juices were flowing lazily out of it, barely making it out before pouring down along the dick, covering it almost instantly. “Oh, just me filling myself up,” she smiled and licked her lips before picking up the wands again. “Just doing a quick dress change,” she said as she put the red wand to her wet trousers, which instantly disappeared along the rest of her clothes.

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 No.1040

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>>1039

There James saw a dick with no balls below them. If it hadn’t been for the three orgasms rolling through him, he might have reacted to that more than the sudden disappearance of every clothing item on her.

“What? Magic?”

“Yeah, Magic,” she said as she crawled up and rubbed her dick up against his. She also began sucking on his tip again, which easily climbed up above her breasts. “Now,” she in a small pause of sucking on his flow, “I’m going to make my dick disappear,”

“Ehm, okay?” James asked, a bit more lucid. His breath coming back under control, even though he was sweating like he was in a steamer. The three orgasms were thankfully ebbing out, even though his dick kept pouring out a good amount of splooge for Bree to eagerly suck up, leaving him with the strange feeling of a continuous ejaculation. James let his hands fall to his sides, which hit his hips without him meaning to. It also felt as his buttcheeks were chafing against the, wet as hell, bed. He looked down and gasped. His hips and thighs were visibly growing under Bree, the toned muscles of his abs slowly fading and flattening as his stomach became rounder and smoother, his body hair fading away quickly.

James was at a loss of words and action. Bree’s lips on the tip of his dick were sending his body back into a euphoric bliss. One of her hands was also playing with his balls, rubbing below them along the root of his dick. It felt so good it felt as if it was melting beneath her touch, Bree using some of his mess to moisten and rub the now hairless scrotum. James leaned back and groaned, his voice cracking slightly.

“All right,” Bree smiled as she temporarily unlatched from his tip. She got off the bed and pulled him with her, spreading his legs and putting herself between them. He could feel her dick up against his balls.

“Erm, are you going to use that on me?” James asked hesitantly, his mouth felt off forming the words somehow. “I’ve never taken anything of the sort… down there before.”

“Oh,” Bree started before she paused to lick off a thick line running down James dick. “No worries, we’re not using that,” she said as she slid her dick beneath his balls, rubbing it up against his scrotum, which was still feeling all sorts of wet and… pliable? Loose? At the very least very sensitive, as it felt like the tip of Bree’s dick slid over something below more sensitive than his dickhead.

Suddenly she thrusted and wetly filled him with her member, his scrotum twitching with unknown muscles and pleasure. James moaned, his voice raising in pitch into a girly exhalation and groan. he could see a small bump on his stomach that deflated as Bree pulled back. His waist also shrank, he noticed, Bree pushed back inside, and his hips expanded alongside, and his voice raised in pitch once more. Some part of James’ mind gave up on trying to make sense of the absurdities and decided to enjoy itself until there was time to think clearly again.

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 No.1041

>>1040

Bree kept slowly thrusting in and out as she latched onto his dick again. Before long, James’ body had been pumped into a cute little thing. A foot shorter than he had been, pointed B-cup breasts with thumb sized nipples, the fat in them proportional to his previous athletic build. He still had the same short haircut, but his face was pretty much the female version of him. Round, big eyed, not very thick lips but definitely rounder and wider, and thinner eyebrows. He’d given up on asking questions and had gone over to moaning with his new girly voice as he came closer and closer to his first feminine orgasm.

Bree just smiled and hummed happily as she tasted a change in his juices, bringing herself closer to the edge as well.

“What happened?” James asked a few minutes after the climax, lying on the side with his eyes closed. He’d practically fallen unconscious at the orgasm, and was only just beginning to regain lucidity.

As he opened his eyes, he began to realize he was looking at Bree’s crotch, upside down. her dick loose and wet. The sight of the curvy hips and the dick without any balls snapped him back to the situation. Well, along with the feeling of his dick still being kept in someone’s mouth. He looked down and found a pair of breasts stuck to his chest. He lifted his upper arm and found it stroked his butt and had trouble getting across his hips, which he also realized were now wider than his shoulders.

Somehow, he wasn’t too horrified by this. His body seemed to be filled with hormones keeping him docile and happy. It didn’t hurt that someone was nuzzling his dick, which was not complaining.

“Hey,” James said after a few moments of just basking in the afterglow, his hand sneaking over to rub at the feminine folds in front of his face, carefully avoiding the dick stuf above them. “Broom-rider. I’m talking to you,” he said in what he hoped came out as a stern voice, but he realized it probably sounded more like a cuddly girl. “If I wasn’t so fucked, I’d probably scream, so give me an explanation, please?”

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 No.1044

>>1041

I don't have anything in mind yet, but I wanted to throw down this link for all of the interested people.

http://pastebin.com/WUtyUMhq

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 No.1050

>>1044

I've got a backup too, but I guess it reads just as well in a pastebin as in here.

Anyway, waiting a bit for suggestions. I guess I should have mentioned a few.

Does Bree explain? What's Bree's current mental state and thoughts about things? what next?

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 No.1051

>>1050

I think bree won't want to explain so will just change him back to normal and erase him memory give him one last BJ and enjoy the party/check how her friends are going are they having a vampire orgy or getting fucked by an anthropomorphic horse? Or are they turning women into shemales with huge dicks and setting them up with unsuspecting men?

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 No.1052

>>1041

Have him stay like that but make him forget about magic and us.

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 No.1138

>>1051

>>1052

Hmm, they sort of promised not to alter anyone permanently. I guess a temporary memory alteration is okay though.

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 No.1139

>>1138

Unless they want it, of course. So we give him the choice. "You won't remember making this decision, or even that you were different before, but I can make you back into a man or leave you like this."

From there. Going to check on the others seems like a good idea.

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 No.1173

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>>1041

>This went longer than expected, but oh well. Here comes. I'll try and update a bit more often.

“I’m too drunk, and too full,” Bree groaned from around James’ dick.

“Come on,” James scoffed and gave her dick a light slap, provoking a small vince.

“Ey,” Bree said and bit his dickhead lightly, provoking a likewise vince from him. “Kettle, you’re inside the pot,” she shrugged as she disconnected and crawled up and got her feet under her. “Okay, so easy version: Got magic today, been trying it out a bit together with Jay and Ronda, came by your frat house for some casual fun.”

James scoffed in disbelief. “I was more inclined to believe you drugged me with some sort of rape drug that makes me imagine,” James paused and jiggled one of his breasts. “Sexual stuff times a hundred.”

“I didn’t use drugs or magic make you come up here,” Bree shrugged, “though I admit I might have been bending the rules with your body when we got started.”

“Bending the rules?” James asked, still jiggling his breast and caught somewhere between vexation and shaking with laughter. “I guess if you can bend the rules of the universe, personal freedoms are the least of your concerns.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry,” Bree sighed as she fumbled for the plastic wands behind her. “Want me to turn you back to normal?”

“That’s the thing you’re doing the so-called magic with,” James leaned away from the wand as he spoke.

“Yeah, plastic fantastic.”

“How does it work?”

“I aim it at people or things, make up some sort of punchline while thinking of what I want done, something instant or a condition that goes over time.”

“Hmm, I recall slowly changing as we were doing it,” James replied, pulling a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, I’ll show you how it works on your room,” she said and aimed into the air. “Progressive edit.”

“That was the spell?” James asked, seeing no direct effect.

“Look at your clothes over on the chair,” she said, pointing at them. James could see that they were transforming from blue jeans to a dark grey skirt.

“Fuck,” James exclaimed, climbing down the bed, almost getting his dick caught under a knee on the way down there. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” he said as he lifted it up to look at it. “This is insane,” he said in a hushed panicked tone.”

“I know,” bree sighed from the bed, resting against the pillows. “Though, from the looks of it, you’ve got very little experience with the weirder parts of the internet.”

“I’ve been looking for women in the real world and studying. I don’t have any use for or time to scour the internet for weird stuff,” James said with a shrug as he stood on his knees at the bottom of the bed, dick hanging between in the air between his thighs. He crawled back up to reach the nightstand and fetched a hairband, tying up his hair. “What sort of girl were you, inventing these sort of hybrids.”

“You got me there,” Bree sighed. “I guess you could say I started out a bit more macho earlier today.”

“Oh shit,” James said, looking up at Bree’s face. “You used to be a guy? Then I guess you’re very good looking.”

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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

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>>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

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>>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

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>>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

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>>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

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>>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

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>>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

>>1704

It's all good.

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 No.1720

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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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