Derek was in his attic going through his old things from his days as a bachelor. It had been a while since he had done any kind of spring cleaning and dust had made its home atop of all of his old memories.
Taking the cover off one of the dust-covered boxes, Derek peered inside at some old character sheets from his days of playing Dungeons and Dragons. Terrible names like Nimblefoot, Brightleaf and Orcsblood could be made out as he flipped his way through the pages. He gave a nostalgic sigh as he sorted the papers and put them back into the box.
His mind wandered to the times when he and his friends would sit around the table, having adventures through their characters. How they would hatch plans, slay monsters and save the world. A place where his mid-life doldrums were never addressed, where making it day to day just meant having adventure, gaining experience and being important to all those around him.
For Derek, however, reality had a far more sinister design than most. As he turned about, his elbow knocked over an old prop from one of the D&D games. With a crash that resounded through the attic, it hit the ground, causing Derek to cuss.
With care, Derek hoisted up the now dented lamp and smirked. The top had become jarred and it clung loosely to the clasp that had once sealed it.
"How long have you been here?" He asked no one in particular before using his long sleeve to polish off some of the dust. He waited for a moment, as if expecting some kind of genie to appear, but the pewter lamp did nothing. It's surface was now only partially covered in dust. Derek gave a light laugh and popped open the old top, revealing a handful of dice that had been stored inside.
"Wonder whose these were?" Derek examined the dice closely - small sparkles of metal and semi-transparent, the dice seemed to have some form of dense liquid within. On a whim, he dumped the dice out into his palm.
"If only life were as easy as rolling a skill check." The dice clattered against the cardboard top of the old D&D campaign setting, all the face values of the dice stopping on their respective maximums. There was a strange puff of smoke and the room's atmosphere changed. Derek waved a hand in front of his face to remove the strange blueish purple smoke from his sight.
As the smoke cleared, before Derek stood a scantily clad woman who had a veil across his face and wore clothing akin to what genies in the Monster Manual would be wearing - that is to say, very little and some of it semi see-through.
"I am the spirit of the dice." Proclaimed the woman as she eyed Derek over and curtsied.
"You're what?" Derek was in shock as he eyed the almost naked, beautiful woman before him who in turn cleared her throat.
"The spirit of the dice. You freed me from the lamp and by the roll of the dice, allowed me the pleasure of offering you anything you wished." Explained the woman as she remained poised before the middle-aged man.
"So, you have the ability to change reality? Like wishes in D&D?" Derek boggled at the possibilities as the words left his mouth. It didn't make any sense.
The woman sighed internally and flourished a hand. In a wispy haze, the room disappeared and, rather than being in an attic, the two were seated in an inn - much like one Derek's old DM would have described, but it was void of anyone but the two.
"Yes. I can alter your reality; Help you escape the life you currently live. Even allow you to reverse the ravages of time" The woman stated before snapping her fingers, which forced the world to return to the attic view they had been in a few moments ago.
Derek's mouth was agape at the woman's words. "So...theoretically, if I wished to be the all-god of the universe...?"
The spirit of the dice smiled, "You would say, 'I wish to be the all-god of the universe', roll the dice and if fortune favoured you, it would be so."
Derek paused, "What if fortune didn't favour me?" he asked as the spirit shrugged
"Then you would be the all-god of a universe filled with people who didn't believe in you and you would have no power over them." The woman explained as Derek pondered the possibilities.
"So, if I were to wish for a delicious cherry pie and rolled badly...?" He prompted as the woman smiled
"A cherry pie would appear and fall to the floor, preventing you from enjoying it properly. It really depends on how bad of a roll you make." The spirit explained as she crossed her arms.
"Are you willing to give luck a chance and bind your fate to the dice? The woman asked impatiently
Derek teetered on his toes as he thought carefully about it. His current prospects weren't that great. His job situation was in the gutter. There wasn't really much to lose, especially if he was careful with his wording.
"Alright!" Said Derek as he scooped up the dice. "What's the worse that can happen?"
The woman smiled at Derek before flourishing a hand, causing a table to materialize before him.
"I wish that I lived in a world like the one my friends and I used to play; With dragons, orcs, warriors, treasure and adventure!" He exclaimed as he threw the dice down on the table.
All the dice but one locked onto the table, refusing to roll. Only the d4 moved about freely. As it came to its end, the number 4 having been the final number.
The spirit smiled and with another flourish, the inn that they had been transported to re-appeared about the two of them - now filled with dwarves, elves, humans, gnomes and halflings, all of whom were talking amongst themselves in glee.
"You have 5 more rolls." Came the voice of the spirit as she snapped her fingers, the entire world freezing in place as Derek looked around, mentally ecstatic for the world about him.
"This is amazing!" Said the man as he squatted in front of a dwarf and examined the beard of the individual.
"Now that you've begun, you must roll all of the dice." The spirit said as Derek nodded and returned to the table, scooping up all the dice but the D4, which refused to move.
"Alright. So far, so good. I want there to be some evil out there that I am to defeat. I want to be a chosen one of some note." Derek said as he rolled the dice, this time only the d6 moved about. It clattered against the table and ended upon a 4.
"It is done. The overlord Grel'akin rules over the north and is a threat to the kingdoms. You, Derek are the chosen one to defeat him." Came the spirit as Derek mentally winced.
"Derek doesn't really fit for such a hero." Complained the man as the spirit pursed her lips and looked at the d8 on the table.
"Then why not change your name?" offered the spirit as Derek smiled.
"Sure! Okay. I want to be an elf, maybe a rogue, or some charismatic class. A real head turner, you know? People gravitate towards me kinda thing!" The dice were loosed upon the table again, but this time, the d8 clattered to a 2
"What does that mean?" Derek hesitated before wincing at the sudden enveloping of purple and blue fog. It rolled around his body, concealing him completely from view as the magic altered him. His hair grew long and shifted its colour to platinum as his body slimmed. Elven features began to morph into his face as the tips of his ears elongated. His frame shifted and in an instant, the smoke cleared, leaving a rather perplexed and incredibly female elf standing before the spirit.
"What did you do?" came the new, high pitched and melodious voice of Derek who immediately grasped at her throat.
"Fortune did not smile upon you. While you are still an elf with a very high charisma -" The spirit said as Derek looked down at herself, seeing that her chest was now sporting cleavage in a tight little corset. "you will still be a head turner and people will 'gravitate' towards you, but not as you had originally intended."
"So, I'm a female elf rogue?" Quizzed Derek as the Spirit shook her head.
"No, you area female elf bard name Ell'alen." Derek frowned and crossed her arms. "That's a stupid name, I'd prefer the name Ell'alen." She said before opening her eyes in confusion.
"You must remain in character, Ell'alen. The name Derek is not of this world and as such, any attempt you make to say it will result in using your new name.
Ell'alen frowned, her elven features still beautifully sculpted, even with the sore look on her face.
"You must finish your rolls, Ell'alen." The spirit said as the d10 magically appeared in the elves petite, slender hands.
"I don't wanna be a chick." Ell'alen protested as he spirit tilted her head.
"You cannot undo a roll. You can merely continue. You are now Ell'alen, elven bard of notoriety. Chosen one to defeat Grel'akin. Perhaps you would like to -"
"I wish I had shape-shifting powers." Ell'alen proclaimed as she tossed the d10 onto the table defiantly. It bounced across the table and stopped on the number 5
With a curtsey, the spirit snapped her fingers and a swirl of purple and blue mist whipped its way from her hands and into Ell'alen's body. It rippled across the elf's skin until it ceased.
"There." Ell'alen said as she forced her body to shift, becoming that of a busty red-head, still dressed in the clothes of her elven form.
"I wanted to be a man!" Protested the now buxom wench as the spirit shook her head.
"A five is merely enough to allow you to alter your appearance, not your sex. You have unlimited forms now - all as a woman." The spirit mocking tone made Ell'alen scowl.
Ell'alen scoffed as her body returned to its Elven shape. It was at this point that Ell'alen began to become vindictive.
"Fine, if I'm stuck like this, you're going to have to be, too!" Ell'alen said as she scooped up the d12 and rolled it onto the table while talking, "I wish you were my sexy, submissive slave that had to do everything I say!" The d12 rolled and stopped immediately at a 1.
"W-wait, I-" Ell'alen's voice stopped as a swirl of mist encircled her, leaving a collar on her neck that glowed with eldricth runes. The spirit, on the other hand morphed into a powerful-looking man with rippling muscles and a loin cloth. His flowing hair and tiefling appearance made Ell'alen blush as she recoiled a little at his towering size.
"H-how did -?" Ell'alen's voice lost itself in her throat as the spirit stepped forward and placed a finger to his Ell'alen's lips. "Shh. The spirits were unkind. I am your sexy, dominating master and you are now my slave that must do everything I say."
"I'd sooner bang an orc!" Ell'alen defied the spirit who stood before her.
"That can be arranged, if you wish. For now, why don't you use your new found shape shifting powers to exaggerate some of your assets - like the characters on this book?" The spirit asked coyly as he raised a copy of a campaign setting where the woman on the cover was wearing a rather revealing chainmail bikini that barely covered the female's enormous chest.
"There is no way that I-" Came Ell'alen's voice before the realization of the automatic response of her body began to obey her master's order. With a rippling of flesh, her proportions changed. Large, CC cups strained the fabric of her tunic, lifting it to show her midriff. Her ass plumped outwards and her striped pants only accented the new found, exaggerated curves.
"Y-you can't just make me do things!" Complained Ell'alen as the spirit sighed. "You made the wish and rolled poorly. The magic has granted me the power of you that you had wanted over me."
"If that's the case, why aren't you a sexy woman?" The elf asked, crossing her arms and raising her tightly-enveloped breasts as she did so.
"You had wished for me to be sexy. As per Ell'alen, the elf bard, this form would be the most desirable." The spirit said as it stepped forward and Ell'alen scoffed. "I'm Ell'alen, and I can assure you, spirit, that I am not attracted to you one bit as a hunky man."
"I would prefer if you addressed me as your master from now on." The spirit said as Ell'alen narrowed her brow at the tiefling.
"To hell with you, Master!" she said before pausing. "Master!? Why am I stuck calling you that?!" Ell'alen demanded before her master smiled and pressed a finger to her lips.
"Because you must do as I say. I had been kept in those dice for centuries. Now let us return to the matter at hand, Ell'alen. Your final wish."
"I refuse to roll your trick dice!" came her defiance as her master merely stood before her and clasped her hands around the die.
"You will roll this die and when you do, you will say: "I wish I, Ell'alen, will be forced to stay in character with regards to the dice and that I will react accordingly to what the character Ell'alen would do."
Ell'alen's face was conveyed her displeasure, but her body refused any command she gave to stop. The die rolled and the words escaped her lips and as the d20 began to slow, Ell'alen sealed her eyes tightly - she did not want to see what the dice had decided.
The well endowed elven minstrel sat, playing her lute professionally while in the centre of the tavern's common room. Her voice, melodic and well practised filled the patrons with her song as she strummed her strings to the beat of the tune. As she finished, people about her applauded and cheered. She bowed gracefully before moving towards the bar's exit.
Now that she no longer had to perform because of some drunken adventurer's high persuade roll, she was of her own free will and she attempted again to leave the premises, only to be stopped by the hand of a man on her shoulders who stumbled into her from his botched streetwise roll.
"Oh, pardon me!" Ell'alen said, the words forced from her mouth as she smiled charismatically. She didn't want to apologize, she wanted to throw the man to the ground and run, but such was the personality type of Ell'alen.
"Ell'alen!" came a commanding voice and the elven maiden looked up immediately to view the well-dressed form of her master. "Take this patron to his room and make sure he is properly taken care of."
Ell'alen internally cursed at the spirit, but her face was that of gratitude and serenity. "Yes, master." Ell'alen said with a smile as she helped the poor human to his feet and walked him up the stairs.
The familiar sensation of her ass being squeezed registered as Ell'alen screamed internally, he had intercepted her on purpose and now she would -.
"I hear you were a prodigy among the elves?" The man asked as Ell'alen smiled bubbly, her breasts bouncing with every step up the stairs, the knowledge that the drunk had rolled incredibly well on his perform skill to act drunk was only now becoming apparent to Ell'alen, but still she could not fight her character's personality.
"How did you know that?" She asked, her tone indicating she was completely oblivious to the drunk's motives, he motioned for her to come closer and she obeyed with curiosity.
The man leaned in close and whispered into Ell'alen's ear as a trail of magic entered her mind, defeating her characteristically low will defence. The words only a patron who had purchased her speciality would be given for the night.
The elven lass looked to the man as lust began to take hold of her body. "Master did say you were to be properly taken care of." She said as the two entered the room. Secretly she hopped this was a hero to take her away from her master, who had heard of the magically alluring elf and had vowed to rescue her from the clutched of the depraved tiefling bar owner.
Ell'alen pushed the man to the bed and smiled as she shrugged off her attire, unbuckling the straps and allowing her clothes to fall to the floor as she stood before him. Ell'alen internally tried to shut her eyes, tried to force the sight of the man in the bed out of her mind, but her body was far too eager to entertain him, as it had been taught to do.
"What would you like, m'lord?" She asked as her skin rippled across her form, showing a variety of different forms he could choose from.
"I always wondered what it would be like to make love to a buxom, drow love slave." The man said as his hands deftly unbuckled his belt as Ell'alen's form shifted to that of a dark-skinned, large breasted drow.
"As you wish." She said before kneeling before the patron, squeezing her massive breasts together before climbing atop the bed in a sensual fashion before beginning to pleasure him with her tongue.
After all, Derek had never given details about the elf's past - a past the spirit was more than happy to fill in. Now, Ell'alen, professionally trained elven consort was about to roll rather well on her perform check.