Nerd Games

Francis

Francis is working again on the speed bag. He really is more of a bruiser when it comes down to it, preferring to throw the hardest punch he can than to get in a bunch of quick blows, but there is something to trying to hit the rhythm on the speed bag. The way the bag bounces off the mount with a rhythmic series of thuds is more than a little mesmerizing. He can’t keep the rhythm up for very long (he tends to forget that he needs a light touch here), but he has been improving a little. He got a 4 count on his current combo when he is interrupted by a splash.

“Hey, friend. Wanna hang? I got some stuff we can talk about.”

He smiles to himself, then turns around, “Sure, Daphne. What do you want to do?”

She curls her nose as he approaches, “Eww, stinky. We talk and you shower.”

You’re doing it again, he chastises himself as the two head to his shower, Stop confusing friendliness with actual attraction. She only wants to be your friend. And, anyways, you already have 6 different women you need to love; stop it. You shouldn’t be falling in love with anyone else. Is it that you two seem so much alike? Is it that this isn’t being compelled like with the others? Get your shit together.

He can’t seem to help it. He knows he has a bit of a crush on the mermaid. He sighs, hoping the sound of the shower covers that up. He strips off the workout clothes he’s wearing and hops in. The water, as always, feels amazing. Just the right temperature and just the right pressure. He starts to wash himself.

“Mmmm... Warm...”

He turns around to see that Daphne joined him in the shower. He can’t help but be a little turned on by the way the water drips down her. He also can’t help to hide the fact, as she is basically eye-level with his hardening dick.

“What?” she asks, “I like being wet. And I imagine I’m going to need to dry off completely while we hang. Why don’t you clean that off, then I can collect the rest of the yummy cummy wummies you owe me?”

Then there’s that. In what world is a blowjob a mixed signal?

He washes his nethers, which is close enough to playing with himself that he is mostly erect by the time he’s done. Both of her delicate webbed hands wrap around his hardness as she leans in to take a sniff. Looking satisfied, she gives him an overt wink, then starts to tentatively stroke. Yesterday, she asked him to beat himself off, like most of his encounters with the hotel staff; today, she seems hesitant, but insists on doing it herself.

“I got your contestant squared away before coming over. Even threw in a free potion to let her recover her magic so she can get some practice in on her night. I hope you’ll be pleased with my handiwork. Get it?”

Tina: - 50 BP

She squeezes on his shaft a little bit harder. He grunts at that.

“Too hard? Never really done this before,” she asks. The look on her face hits him hard.

“No, it’s good. I’m enjoying this, probably a little too much.”

She smiles and picks up the pace at that. She grips a little firmer, too; not quite as hard as that squeeze, but firmer. She starts to lightly lick at the base of his cock. He twitches and gasps as she rubs his frenulum with her sandpaper tongue. She squeezes him again to give that part another, more solid lick. And another. And another.

He groans, “Almost there.”

With that, she gently wraps her lips around his glans and starts sucking, hard. She frantically strokes him off with both hands. His knees almost buckle from cumming. Rope after rope of jizz fills her mouth. When he finally finishes, she gives his glans one final slurp, then gives him the biggest smile he has ever seen. And, at least in that moment, he wasn’t afraid of those several rows of shark teeth.

Scarlet

Ok. No big deal. Just need to lead a game that I haven’t played since high school with a bunch of newbies, some of whom I’m in a sexual relationship with.

“Ok, so I was able to get a starter kit from our world at the library. Came with the player’s handbook (both a physical copy and a pdf file), plus some blank physical character sheets. I will text you the pdf file shortly, but here is the book. Did somebody have some pencils or something like that in their personal stuff?”

Scarlet: -5 BP

Indigo scrambles to her room. When she comes back, she has a bunch of art pencils. “Here.”

“So, I’m gonna start you at Level 3. I want you to look through the book and come up with a character. Need to pick a race, a class, and a background. Just use standard array for stats. Our goal here is for the players (that’s you) to showcase a part of yourself that we haven’t seen yet. So,” Scarlet starts to turn to people as she references them, “Josie, no punchy-punchy. Dinah, no team Mom leadership stuff. Skye, no religion. Indi, no being a huge pervert. I’ll help you as best as I can, but I haven’t played since high school and we were playing 2nd edition, I think? Take your time, we can just talk characters and play later if that’s what everyone wants. That’ll give me time to figure out how to run a game session, since The Master seems to not be answering his texts right now.”

Indigo makes the kind of face at the mention of Francis that makes Scarlet think that her date did not go well. Something to bring up with Dinah later. Let’s see what they come up with. In the meantime...

Scarlet opens the first pizza box the snack crew brought. That brought out a look of horror, “Okay, so who is the sociopath that ordered an anchovy and pineapple pizza?”

The ropes wrapping tightly around Indigo answers that question. “I call it the sweet and salty,” Indigo mumbles through the loose gag, which tightens in response. Josie starts laughing, “Okay, that makes playing this nerd thing worth it!” Both Skye and Dinah give Josie a stern look.

Skye also takes the opportunity to bring up a point, “Why start us on Level 3? I mean, doesn’t it make more sense to start us on Level 1?”

Scarlet responds, “Even a dungeon master that knows what she’s doing can unintentionally kill a character at Level 1. And I don’t know what I’m doing yet. So, I’m just giving yous all some extra HP padding.”

Scarlet, still wanting some real (non-desecrated) pizza, opens the second box to see pepperoni. The third (and final) box is a proper pizza. Just cheese. She grabs a slice, checks the undercarriage. Looks okay. She takes a bite. Pedestrian crust. Cheap, from a bag sauce. Cheap cheese. All in all, a 6.2 out of 12, which is both a massive disappointment and the best thing she’s eaten since her date.

Scarlet does her best in helping the rest make characters. Everyone’s choices are expectantly surprising.

Indigo goes first. She presents an entire leveling guide for a maximum crit hit half-orc barbarian/fighter hybrid build. “I was embarrassed last night by losing in the tutorial boss fight of the porn game I was playing and I want to prove that I can optimize and min-max with the best of ‘em! I was just goofing off last night, audience. I’m totally a gamer!”

Skye innocently asks, “What’s porn?”

Indigo was about to answer, just to get wrapped up in a hogtie and gagged. Again. Scarlet pinches her nose. “Skye, your turn. Go ahead.”

“Oh, okay. I made a bard that went to sword college, I guess? See. I guess I showed The Master how well I can play the piano, but I haven’t played for any of you. Also, I took several years of fencing classes to prepare for when I could fully participate in our community’s full moon festivals. And I made sure my background thingy gave me smithing and cooking tool proficiencies.”

“Wait, smithing as in make metal items from a forge smithing?”

“Yes, ma’am. We made nails and tools regularly on the farm. It’s important to be as self-sufficient as possible.”

“I know we said no religion stuff, but why did you need fencing lessons to go to your festivals?”

“Oh, part of the festival ritual is that we sing and dance around a big bonfire while wielding a sword, as The Lady of the Dance does. It’s dangerous to wield a sword when you haven’t practiced it.”

Skye just keeps getting stranger.

Dinah offers to go next, “I made a (how do you pronounce this) Tabaxi word Beastmaster ranger. If there is one thing I like almost as much as babies, it’s cats. My character gets a kitty cat friend that I named after my cat at home, Mittens. I miss her so much. I mean, I know her auto-feeder food and water bowls are stocked for at least a week, but I’m worried about her. Who’ll take care of her if we don’t get back soon?”

Scarlet gives Dinah a hug. She pats Scarlet on the back.

Then the table then looks at Josie. Even Indigo, who, since she was no longer really the focus, was freed from her rope imprisonment. “Fine,” Josie finally relents, “I made an alchemist.”

“Really? Why? Seems too brainy for you.”

“Hey, just ‘cause I decided that the best use of my chemistry degree was correctly pronouncing the compounds in the **** I’m trying to convince doctors to prescribe, doesn’t mean I didn’t earn it.” She blushes.

“Hey, you should share what you would’ve done, Scarlet. Fair’s fair. No stripping, pizza, or psych stuff.”

“I mean, I always ended up being a Mystic. The boys in the mathlete team didn’t want to play the healer. I liked the idea of giving in to wanderlust back then and just roam the countryside. I still would like to really travel someday. See the world. This is basically my first time away from the city outside of going to Rutgers.”

“Mystic isn’t a class in this book.”

“I said we were playing an old edition, jerk. Now all we need is some dice and we can…”

The table is blankly staring at her.

Oh. Right. No one found dice.

Francis

Francis finds himself sitting at his DoD table in his game nook, sending out an apology text to Scarlet. Daphne, looking a little annoyed, is toweling herself off.

“They really should have transferred your stuff onto waterproofed paper. It’s so irritating to be so dry.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

He’s thumbing through her notes for the general rules of her dungeon. The paper feels... wrong somehow. Maybe it’s the waterproofing? He doesn’t know how much he should read. Since he wants to participate in some dungeon delving, he doesn’t want to spoil any surprises. She’s also thumbing through some of his old campaign notes for inspiration.

He starts with what he hopes is a safe question, “I see you have these rare PP rewards. Between DMing myself and the nature of the wider game we are playing, I can intuit the other rewards, but I can’t for the life of me guess what those are.”

“Oh, Penis Points. They are a remnant of the work I did for the other season. Honestly, I predicted they would be the primary driver to get the contestants interested in exploring the dungeon, at least initially. One can expend a PP with me to either increase or decrease the length of a harem member’s fully erect penis by an inch. The rest of the genitals increase or decrease in size, shape, and potency in proportion to the penile length. In production meetings, we figured that at least some of the contestants would want to fight the feminization process or sabotage another contestant’s fight against the same, especially once they saw that their manhood was going to shrink for poor challenge performance. Should I remove them from the loot tables, since they don’t seem relevant?”

“What happens if someone hits zero inches? Negative inches?”

“Zero inches would probably be hard to hit, since it would require the starting member to be exactly some number of inches long. But hitting zero would mean Barbie Doll Syndrome, no genitals whatsoever; hopefully, the contestant wouldn’t stay at zero for too long, since losing the ability to pee would probably kill them. Negative inches means an increased vaginal canal length; while PP is set based on erect penises, it is weirdly easier to have it affect vaginas when not aroused. Average for adult human females for that is about 3.5 inches when not horny, but one that size can stretch to accommodate the average penis when aroused.”

“Could the girls use them on me?”

She huffs at that, “Don’t see why not, but why would you want them to?”

“Seems a good way for them to fix that part of me to their liking. I’d prefer to avoid how this Beckie character I still haven’t met is going to do that.”

For what might be the first time, he sees a mermaid figure out the long-term problem with their arrangement. “Wait a sec, if the whole goal of the game is to make you a lady, then we are going to lose access to your yummy cummy wummies at some point? I am going to have to do something to fix that.” She writes down a note on a loose piece of paper from her stuff.

“Wait, you can fix that?”

“Of course I can. I can build transformations, remember? Add them to loot tables? Even sell them in my shop? Just need to create enough options to where it’s not like I am forcing a particular solution. Frankly, if Ariel figures this out before it’s too late, she will try to **** something. We all want full egg sacs. It’s been too long since any of my older sisters has hatched some new younglings. The younger ones, like me, haven’t ever had the joy of laying eggs inside some unsuspecting meat sack yet.”

Probably for the best to ignore the meat sack comment. “Then I’m going to ask you to keep this secret. Can you do that?”

“Sure. Of course, my silence is going to come with a cost,” she agrees, staring at his crotch.

Instantly figuring out what she wants, he concedes, “Understood. How often?”

“At least once daily. At least until the game is over.”

“Done.”

She squees and gives him another too big to be real smile at that.

Changing the subject, he asks, “Since you’ve mentioned being able to build and change transformations, how does changing a transformation work?”

“You’ll need to learn some actual magic theory to understand the specifics, but, basically this dimension is set up to where sentient beings are in a state of magical flux. We can use magic to change things in you; we call a package of those changes a transformation, but it’s not a true transmutation spell. We are changing you on a more primal level than that. Once a change has been applied, it can’t be removed; however, we can tweak those changes, like with what I did for your contestant today. We can increase or decrease the severity of the change, mess with triggers and conditions, that sort of thing. Magic does have a cost, and the cost for this stuff is pretty ****. Obviously, the bigger the change, the more expensive it is. We generally ‘pay’ for this magic with energy we receive from viewers enjoyment, which you would probably call ratings? The game economy is designed to make changes the audience would enjoy cheaper than changes they wouldn’t, given the same level of change. Generally, we offer contestants the ability to ‘upgrade’ transformations, which we advertise as making transformations better by either increasing positives or decreasing negatives; we keep the descriptions vague, as the change is always needing to be something the audience should approve of on average. Of course, since the only person here that likes the host isn’t particularly paying attention to anything other than old Earth A&E reruns, we have been flouting many of those rules. Once the game is over and you leave, the magic is set and the transformations become a permanent part of who you are on a fundamental level.”

“I don’t seem to be able to earn BP. How could I pay to upgrade a transformation? Will you actually let me propose the nature of the upgrade?”

She holds onto her chin and muses on that. “Hmm,” she starts when she is ready to respond, “My sisters and I will have to think on that. That level of interference with the game is well beyond our ability to just ‘cover it up’, so it’ll have to be paid for with more than some yummy cummy wummies. Can I give you an answer when I come to collect tomorrow?”

Francis nods. The two spend the next couple of hours comparing notes, idly chatting as they go. Both are distracted by their respective plans.