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Prompt: Roll to Seduce (TF Generator)
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 15:25:57 +0000 UTCSummary: Inspired by a TF Generator prompt: "Your friend invites you over to start a new D&D campaign, for this playthrough you choose the rogue class. During the first encounter you roll the dice and blissfully transform into a busty kitsune. You'll return back to normal once the campaign has been finished. While transformed people think you've always been this way."
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Jordan had never joined up with a D&D campaign before, but when the opportunity arose in their university's Gamer's Club, they figured it'd be fun. It was important to try new things in this sort of environment, after all.
They were only passingly familiar with the game, but thankfully the GM was eager to introduce them, and get a party together for a campaign lasting the semester. This also meant guiding them through the steps to create their own character.
Jordan took a shine to the bard class, and elected to lean into that: the flexibility of skills meant they would be free to experiment and find their groove. The GM was especially eager to explode niche races and subclasses, and Jordan was wearing an anime shirt to the club today; they were directed to the kitsune race, a race naturally gifted in utilizing the Disguise skill, and Jordan's mind flowed with ideas. With a simple poof, they could take on the form of anyone they desired... pending a successful check based on varying difficulty yada yada etc etc...
Jordan ended up creating Shiori Kawaguchi, a kitsune bard. She was a former courtesan eager to move on from a stuff life of welcoming prudish dignataries. She joined up with a party that performed as a travelling circus in addition to the more typical brand of adventuring and problem solving.
Jordan was excited for their first session, they ended up heading to a hobby shop to pick up their own set of dice. They ended up going with a set of vibrant orange dice that sparkled like gems.
The price was a little north of what they were expecting, as the guy behind the counter was going on and on about them being magical dice that could make your wishes come true; Jordan kinda figured that was just advertising lingo, for like, better rolls and stuff.
But as it would soon be made clear, those words were very, very literal. Jordan knew something was up with the first encounter of the campaign.
"Suddenly, from the bushes, you're accosted by a band of raiders looking to pick apart your traveling troupe for valuables! Roll for initiative!"
The GM's energy rose, gearing up for combat. Jordan nodded, reaching for their set of dice. But as their fist clenched over them, Jordan was struck by a mild shock, almost like static. The dice were oddly warm...
Jordan raised their hands to their chest, giving them an emphatic shake for good luck. The warm energy in the dice swelled, washing their body in a radiating heat. Jordan's brow sweat; it felt like they were in a sauna. The energy concentrated in their hands, transferring to their chest, and spread across their torso and through their limbs.
Jordan winced, feeling a tightness in their chest, the crackling of the dice drowned out by the drumming of their heart. As energy concentrated in their torso, their chest tingled. They grunted, fidgeting as the soft tissue of their breasts bubbled up underneath their arms. With every heartbeat, they could feel their chest expanding on their own, pressing against the fabric of a cheaply-manufactured t-shirt.
Unbeknownst to Jordan, the t-shirt's fibres seemed to give way on their own. They weren't ripping, they were fluttering aside, rethreading themselves as if to make way for Jordan's new, developing, effeminate buxom. As if growing from nothing at all, out of the corner of their eye, Jordan could make out two melon-sized breasts, pressing against the immodestly-covering fabric of a... a kimono??
Jordan dropped their dice on the table in surprise, looking herself over. Their entire casual outfit had been traded for a traditional kimono, hugging their new, D-cup chest. Jordan's eyes trailed down their body to their feet... feet? They were barefoot!
The energy cascaded around Jordan in erratic pulses. Their skin tingled, as if being pricked by thousands of tiny needles. They brought their arm in front of them to examine, gawking as bright orange fur sprouted from their skin in short bursts. They turned their palm towards them, marvelling at the dark-coloured paw pads that dotted their palm. As fur crept along their entire body, even covering their pronounced chest in a floofy puft, the tingling concentrated at the base of their spine.
Jordan winced silently as one, two, three... six tails sprouted from their behind, flaring behind her and wagging in all directions. Jordan raised their head, blinking with a new set of golden eyes, jaw agape as it refashioned itself into a foxen muzzle.
Jordan examined their body, stroke their soft fur. This was something else. Did she... magically turn into-
"Shiori?"
"Yipe!" Jordan jumped in their seat, clenching the table as black claws dug into the wood. Everyone was looking at Jordan expectantly.
"Um... guys...?" Jordan muttered sheepishly. "S-something happened, I'm-"
"You get to move first, Shiori." The GM uttered encouragingly. "What's your action?"
...Did Shiori space out? Did no one else see what had happened to them? They gulped, tails wagging slowly. Right, they rolled for initiative, so now... ummm...
Jordan—well, now they were Shiori—had an idea. To end this nonviolently... and flex that big Charisma stat she had. Shiori leaned forward across the table, gazing into the GM's eyes.
"I'll try..." Shiori was getting into it, her voice husky. "a lil bit of seduction. We don't have to fight. What is it you really want?"
The GM gawked as the kitsune embraced her own chest, bouncing it jubilantly. The GM's cheeks were flushed.
"U-um..." He quickly rolled some dice. "O-okay, yeah that's more than enough. The raiders, uh, gawk at your, erm, assets, and-"
"SNEAK ATTACK! I gank the leader!" One of the other players chimed in, playing a min-maxed goblin rogue. More dice clatter across the table as Shiori's lusty expression ebbed away to surprise.
"...Uhhh, it's a crit! The leader's down! The rest of them scatter." The GM declares. "You win!"
"...O-oh." Shiori sat back in her seat, hands settled in her lap. "I-I was kinda getting into it too..."
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The first session of the campaign was really fun! But all good things had to end at some point. When the GM put this chapter to a close, it was the strangest thing; Shiori's fur ebbed away, her kimono shapeshifted back into Jordan's regular clothes and, for all intents and purposes, Jordan had returned back to their normal self.
It was bittersweet, coming back to reality. But the rest of the group liked the vibes of the campaign. Everyone was especially fond of the newcomer Jordan, who seemed to be really getting into role playing their character. It added a lot to the experience.
"We all call each other by our character names at the table." The GM explained. "Helps with immersion. You wanna do this again next week?"
"Omigosh, yes!" Jordan exclaimed. "I'd love to, it was so much fun!"
Unseen to the GM, a foxy tail wagged happily behind Jordan. They couldn't wait to play again... they slipped their favourite set of dice back into the box they came in, holding them close, until they could be used again.
