Round 1

Duncan: 1 l3 Mind die, 3 l2 mind die, 1 l3 Body die, 3 l2 body die, 2 basic die

Mark: 3 l2 Soul die, 4 l2 body die, 3 basic die

Jamie: 1 l3 mind die, 2 l2 mind die, 4 l2 heart die, 3 basic die

Phoebe: 1 l3 heart die, 2 l2 heart die, 2 l3 body die, 1 L2 body die, 4 basic die

Flipping over his commander, Duncan almost laughed from the absurdity. Sure, most of it was normal card-game jargon- Battlefield, Spellbook, Health, and special ability, but the card's name was blank, and the image taking up most of the card was of a red-haired shortstack with very tight clothes.

“Oh, great, it's one of those games,” Phoebe said.

“Why doesn't the card have a name, you think?” Mark asked.

“No idea. What do your commanders look like?”

Going around the table, it seemed that each of them had a similarly sexual commander. Mark had a tall, muscular woman in a sports bra, Jamie had a slim, long-haired twink in a skirt, and Phoebe had a supermodel-level woman in a backless white dress.

“Hey, Phoebe, what's this star symbol?” Jamie asked, examining his commander.

“That's a bonus action,” Phoebe said. “You get an action and a bonus action each turn.”

“Ah, got it.”

Picking up his cards, Duncan just played the first one that looked good. “I play Summon Mist Spirit, and end my turn.”

“What's this ‘Focus’ thing?” Mark asked.

The rulebook flipped to the appropriate page, and Sophie read it aloud. “If you have multiple of the same card in your spellbook, they only take up one slot. If a card has a ‘focus’ effect, it triggers if you have the appropriate extra copies.”

“Gotcha. In that case, I'm just gonna summon a creature.” Playing ‘Iron Automaton’ and spending 2 of his basic die, Mark leaned back when the card began to glow.

Emerging from the card was a projection of the automaton- an iron robot with a conspicuous penis between its legs.

“What is this, Duel Monsters?” Jamie asked.

“I thought it was just going to be vaguely horny,” Phoebe said. “But that thing’s dick is fully out.”

“And it gets one token,” Mark said. “I can discard those for extra bonus actions. Your turn, Jamie.”

Looking through his cards, Jamie grinned before just playing a summon card. “I play ‘summon Harpy' and end my turn.”

“I play ‘summon Glutton',” Phoebe said.

“Feels like a bit of a departure from the general attitude of the game,” Mark said.

“Maybe whatever fucked up wizard made this liked big girls?” Jamie offered.

“Shut up,” Phoebe said. “Duncan, you're up.”

“I activate ‘Summon Mist Spirit',” he said, paying the cost as the card glowed and two cards flew out from his conjurations deck.

Like the automaton before them, the Mist Spirits emerged from the cards- each of them a short, blue spirit with large assets- both male and female.

“Why are all of my cards so short?” Duncan asked.

“Short and stacked,” Jamie added.

“I'll play a Chainworker,” Mark said, as the card released a tall woman wearing a chainmail bikini, “then activate it's ability. I place one exhaustion token on it, and deal one damage to a target unit.” The Chainworker, manifesting a long length of chain from the card, threw it at a Mist Spirit, ensnaring them and pulling them closer, where she engaged the shortstack in a passionate kiss. When she let go, the spirit dissipated, a look of pure ecstasy on its face.

“It was a 1/1, man.”

“Yeah, but I can't just let you build up an army. Jamie?”

“I add ‘Memory Edit’ to my spellbook and end my turn.”

“I add ‘Summon Sweetling’ to my spellbook and end my turn,” Phoebe said.

“Alright, payback time,” Duncan said. “Mark, I use my commander ability to deal 2 damage to your robot.” After moving the necessary dice to the side, Duncan felt his body move almost on autopilot.

Pointing his finger at the robot, a beam of blue energy shot at the card, destroying it.

“Now what?”

“Now, I-” Duncan stopped mid-sentence as he coughed up some strange blue fluid. “What the hell?”

“Uh, Duncan?” Jamie pointed at Duncan's head.

“What?”

“You probably can't see it, but your roots are.. uh..”

“They're turning red,” Phoebe said.

Pulling out his phone, Duncan looked at his reflection and saw they were right. Almost an inch and a half of his formerly dark hair had turned a bright reddish-orange; the exact same shade as his commander.

Looking down at the commander in question, the namespace had filled itself in- with his name.

“Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck…”

“You said you were gonna do something?”

“I attack you directly with my Mist Spirit,” Duncan said.

“I activate my own commander ability,” Phoebe said. “I spend one basic mana and add 2 to the Spirit’s attack for this turn.”

Mark turned to Phoebe. “We just learned that using those things can mess you up, Pheeb.”

“The quicker we finish the game, the faster we can revert any changes.” As she paid the dice cost, the Mist Spirit’s assets all grew a little, and it became a bit taller too.

Prepared for what was coming, Phoebe coughed into a tissue, and pulled out her phone to watch her hair grow a few inches.

The Spirit then flitted across the table, past the exhausted Chainworker, and in front of an apprehensive Mark. “Is it gonna kiss, me or-”

The spirit suddenly grew in size, from smaller than the card it emerged from to large enough it could almost pass for an actual, very short, person- blue skin and ridiculous proportions aside.

The spirit flew upwards, so that it's dick was level with Mark’s mouth, then grabbed on to the sides of his head.

“Gu-” As Mark tried to open his mouth, the spirit **** its dick inside, and began roughly face-fucking the player. Mark’s friends watched in a combination of shock, horror, and arousal, before the spirit came in Mark’s mouth and shrunk back down, floating back to Duncan’s side of the table as it's assets returned to normal.

Recovering, Mark tried to spit out as much of the glowing blue cum as he could, but he had either swallowed most of it or felt it absorb into him.

“What- koff- the fuck- is wrong with your dad?”

“Not my dad,” Duncan said, automatically. “And it looks like you're changing, too.”

Quickly grabbing out his phone, Mark looked at himself in the camera. His hair had fully turned into that of his commander, and his face seemed to be next to go. It had softened, his eyes changing from brown to his commander’s gold.

“So damage changes you too,” Jamie said.

“Your turn, Mark.”

“I add ‘Summon Steel Monstrosity’,” Mark said. “Then, I use my bonus action to meditate.” Discarding a card off of the top of his deck, Mark turned one of his Soul die into a level 3.

“I summon a Harpy,” Jamie said, as the winged woman emerged from the card and revealed her naked body- penis included.

“What the fuck is wrong with this game?” Mark lamented.

“No idea,” Phoebe said. “I summon a Sweetling.”

A Sweetling, it turned out, was a chubby futa who appeared to be made out of cake- and had whipped cream and sprinkles for hair.

“I add ‘Summon Huntress' to my spellbook,” Duncan said.

Mark added ‘Expand Energy' to his book, meaning it was Jamie’s turn.

“I use my commander ability to draw one card and make Duncan mill a card.”

“Noooo…” Duncan sighed.

“Four different decks, and one of them’s a mill?” Mark said.

“And you managed to choose it,” Phoebe said.

Smiling as he wiped some pink fluid from his mouth, Jamie continued his turn. “I focus ‘Memory Edit’.”

“What does that card even do?” Mark asked.

“Lets me make people mill cards,” Jamie smiled.

“Of fucking course.”

“I summon a Glutton.” The Glutton ended up being, quite simply, an attractive, naked, woman. Not even chubby or anything.

“What do those do?”

“Says it gains more attack whenever I destroys anything.”

“Oh, god. Is that why it's a Glutton?” Duncan asked.

“Huh?”

“It eats other units. That's how it gets attack.”

Duncan's ‘Huntress’ was probably the most modest card yet- an attractive woman cloaked in blue furs. “Your turn, Mark.”

“I use ‘expand energy' to regain one of my used dice.” As green energy crackled on the card, a Soul die returned to the dice pool on its own.

As this happened, Mark felt himself bulk up a little. “Now these changes I can get behind.”

“Duncan, ‘Memory Edit’. Mill two cards.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Unbeknownst to Duncan, or anyone else at the table, however, ‘Memory Edit’ had an additional effect- one right there in the title. As Duncan discarded the cards, his memory was rewritten- both by Jamie’s subconscious, and the whims of the game itself.

Duncan’s fetishes, formerly almost non-existent, had intensified. He was now a lot more into TF and Futa content than before- but he didn't realize anything was different.

“I add Empower to my spell book,” Phoebe said, using the last of her Body dice to do so. “Your turn, Duncan.”

“I add ‘summon Forest Sprite' to my spellbook, and apply ‘power of the wild’ to my Huntress, giving it +2 health.” The Huntress’s furs began to shift and meld with her actual body. Within moments, she had gone from a woman wearing blue furs, to a blue furry. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have a dick.

“I use all of my remaining dice to summon a Steel Monstrosity,” Mark said. “5 attack, baby.”

‘Monstrosity’ was right- far larger than the Automaton in many ways, green flames lit the monstrosity’s eyes and gaps in her plating- her, because the monstrosity came with a monstrous pair of breasts to match her monstrous dick.

“I activate the Huntress's ‘piercing gaze’. I spend one basic, and exhaust a creature that just entered play,” Duncan responded.

“Oh, come on.”

“I use my second ‘Memory Edit’. Two more cards, Duncan.”

Duncan thought back on the way the game had come into his possession. **He had begged Paul to buy it for him, after having heard of it. He loved the idea of transforming into a futa shortstack, and the idea of all his friends transforming too!**

Phoebe had planned to attack the Huntress with her Sweetling, but she would be able to kill it anymore because of ‘Power of the Wild’. “Duncan, I'll attack your Mist Spirit with my Sweetling.”

The spirit was already exhausted from its previous attack against Mark- it just let the Sweetling go up and hug it, pushing it deep into their spongy flesh. After a quick cumshot inside, the Sweetling pulled the spirit off of their dick and offered it to the Glutton, who had also come up.

In one quick movement, the Glutton ate the spirit whole, making a sizable bulge appear in her belly.

“+1 attack for her, then.”

“In that case, I'll respond in kind. Huntress, take down that Sweetling.”

The Huntress didn't have a dick, but it didn't need one. strutting up to the tired Sweetling, she pushed it to the ground and began riding it's dick cowgirl-style, until it came- filling the Huntress’s hole with vanilla frosting.

God, I wish that were me, Duncan thought.

As the Huntress walked away, frosting dripping from between her legs, the Glutton licked her lips before eating the Sweetling, starting at the legs before practically unhinging her jaw and swallowing the sentient confection whole.

“I thought it could only eat enemies!” Mark said.

“When a Sweetling dies, it can place a status token on a friendly unit,” Phoebe explained. “These decks synergize pretty well.”

“Well, I have no dice and all my shit’s exhausted, so I pass,” Mark said.

“I use the last of my dice to summon a Rose Dancer, then use its ‘Distract’ ability to exhaust the Glutton,” Jamie said.

The Rose Dancer was certainly a dancer- she even came with her own pole. As she spun around, the Glutton got more and more interested, before sitting down and beginning to finger herself at the thought of what she could do to the Dancer.

“All right then… I play Ancient Texts, and take a card from my deck to add it to my hand,” Phoebe said.

It was her first chance to get a look through her deck- every unique card flew itself out for her to look through. Options like ‘refresh’, ‘power transfer', and ‘mind blast' all seemed good, but she eventually decided to take another copy of ‘Summon Glutton'.

Pulling it from the air, the rest of her deck shuffled back together, and she passed the turn to Duncan.

“I’ll just summon a Forest Sprite,” Duncan said, watching as the winged woman came out of the card- regrettably clothed so he couldn't see if she had a dick.

“I pass again,” Mark said.

“I add ‘Nature’s Bounty' to my spellbook.”

“I focus my ‘Summon Glutton'.”

“Back to me, huh? Then, I'll attack Phoebe with my Sprite.”

In contrast to the rough face-fucking of the Mist Spirit, the Sprite had something more tender in mind- as it grew to about the size of Phoebe's head, it tenderly kissed her.

“Oh, so she gets a makeout, but I get a fucking dick in my mouth,” Mark complained.

However, as the makeout continued, it looked as though the sprite passed something between their mouths- and when it broke away, there was a connection of blue fluid between their lips.

“Could've been worse,” Phoebe said, as her hair began to straighten itself and lengthen even further.

“Yeah, I bet. I pass,” Mark said.

“Nature’s Bounty,” Jamie said. “Everyone, draw 2 cards.”

“That doesn't seem like too mean of a card,” Phoebe said.

“Yeah, but we're all low on mana,” Mark said. “So it doesn't do much for us.”

It did something, all right- as everyone picked up their cards, they gained another ‘Bounty’- almost imperceptibly, their assets swelled. Asses, dicks, breasts in Phoebe and Duncan's cases- all gained just a tiny bit more *oomph*.

“I add ‘Hypnotizing Gaze’ to my spellbook,” Phoebe said.

“I focus ‘Butterfly Monk'.”

“I pass.”

“I add ‘Summon Angel' to my spellbook.”

“I mill a card to meditate a Heart die, then use ‘Refresh’ on my Glutton.” As Phoebe did so, the Glutton stood up, recovered from the daze the Rose Dancer had applied.

Duncan and Mark both passed, but Jamie decided to attack Duncan with his Harpy. Flying past the Huntress and Sprite, the Harpy began to grow- coming off of the table and moving behind Duncan as it ended up full-sized.

Rather than the direct skinship from either of the previous attacks, the Harpy went for a more cerebral approach.

“Don't you want this?” She whispered in his ear, reaching around to rub his chest. “To feel these balloon into breasts, feel yourself shrink to become the perfect shortstack… wouldn't it be so nice to just submit?”

It would be. It would be so nice. And Duncan so desperately wanted it. But part of him still fought back.

“Well… I'll stick around. Just don't try *too* hard to win.” As the Harpy went back to her spor, Duncan vaguely felt himself shrink, and his chest felt hot.

“What the hell was that?” Mark asked.

“Whatever it was, it seemed to do a bit of damage- Duncan’s almost got breasts now,” Jamie said.

“Anyway, my turn,” Phoebe said. “Mark, I’m going to attack you with my Glutton.”

Mark’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? The thing that eats people?”

“It only eats people when they die,” Jamie said. “You're probably fine.”

“I don't like that ‘probably’!”

But indeed, the Glutton did not eat Mark. Instead, as it grew to full size, it just kneeled on the table nakedly, pendulous breasts and swollen gut swating side to side, smiling hungrily at the player. “You sure you don't want me to eat you?” She asked.

“What? Of course not! I don't want to die, creep!”

“Oh, you wouldn't die. You'd reform after a bit. But just think about it. Sliding down my warm throat, feeling the walls pressing in, getting to leisurely melt away in my belly… wanna peek?” slowly opening her massive throat, the Glutton gave Mark a view of her throat. It was wet, and red, and seemed to extend forever. Mark almost wanted to reach in.

But he didn't.

As the glutton shrunk back to card-size, Mark felt his body change- his hair had become a light blonde, and he felt more muscular than even those few months he had tried to get in shape before giving up. If he could win the game without taking any more damage or turning into a chick, he'd be fine with that.

“I pass,” Duncan said.

“Me too.”

As Jamie and Phoebe passed, too, the round came to an end, and everyone prepared for Round 2.

Duncan: 13/15 HP left, transforming into a redhead shortstack futa.

Mark: 10/15 HP left, transforming into a blond muscle woman.

Jamie: 20/20 HP left (no damage), transforming into a long-haired brunette twink.

Phoebe 21/22 HP left, transforming into a voracious supermodel (futa unknown)