The Magical Twenty-Sider

Chapter 1
The Magical Twenty-Sider

Hey all. It’s four AM, I’m quite a bit drunk, and I’m listening to

’The Phantom of the Opera.’ I know what you are all thinking, what

better setting for a little AR writing? And I must admit I quite

agree with you. A little something you may find interesting about

this tale I am about to share with you... I am writing it straight

onto the board, with no aid from a word processor (so please excuse

the spelling) and everytime the story calls for age manipulation of

any kind, how old the victim ends up will depend solely on a single

roll on my trusty twenty-sided die. In other words, the

transformations that lie ahead really are as random as they appear

to be in the story (as a long running AD&D Dungeon Master, I don’t

allow rerolls). Alright, lets get this thing going, as I am curious

to see where we end up.

’Dungeons and Dragons is for geeks!’

Three heads, all belonging to thirteen year old boys, glanced up in

annoyance to see who had bothered to interupt their game with such

an obtuse and pointless statement. Of course it was Missy, John’s

fifteen year old sister looking in from the hallway.

’Just thought I’d let you losers know that.’ She said with a smirk

when no one jumped up to defend their beloved game. Giggling, she

bounding off towards her room, obviosly quite pleased with herself.

A few moments of silence passed.

’Your sister is a real bitch, John.’

John nodded sadly, ’I know. I don’t understand what she gets out of

insulting people. I wish she would just grow up.’

This time it was Marty’s turn to speak up. ’I know we’ve talked

about this before John, but I really think it is time we pull out

the magic twenty-sider. I know you’ve wanted to give her a chance to

change on her own, but pretty soon she’ll be so stubborn the

situation will be completely hopeless.’

Bob nodded his head in agreement. ’The Journey of the Twenty-Sider

really is the only way...’

John sighed. ’You’re right, I guess I was only fooling myself by

hoping things would get better on their own. A true adventurer takes

matters into his own hand!’

And with that he reached for the club treasure. A special item

handed down from generation to generation of role players. The first

twenty-sider ever printed for the Dungeons and Dragons game....

* * *

It was a Friday night, so as usual their parents weren’t home. Missy

was in the kitchen searching for some munchies when she heard them

coming down. It was something of a surprise, John and his friends

usually avoided her whenever possible, especially when their parents

weren’t around. Didn’t they know she was there? Well, if that was

the case, she intended to teach them to be more careful in the

future!

’What’s the matter boys? Did one of your imaginary women scare you

away from the game?’ Taking a sip from a recently opened can of

Pepsi, Missy folded her arms and stared the boys down.

’Actually Missy, well, we were sort of er...hoping to talk to you

about--’

’Listen John, I’m your older sister. And what have I told you that

means time and time again? That I am the boss. So when the boss

says, don’t come downstairs when she is down here, it means you keep

your little ass upstairs! I don’t care if you and your buddies

managed to slay the evil monster of Dork Castle and got one million

Loser Points. I value my privacy. Is that understood?’

After years of being under his sister’s foot, John was simply

dumbstruck, so Bob was forced to step forward and speak up before

they lost her attention.

’Actually Missy, we just wanted to show you something!’ With that he

held up a rather unimpressive piece of plastic covered with various

numbers.

’I’ve seen dice before, thanks Bob. Now why don’t you just go home.

After all the trouble you’ve caused I think it is time for John’s

bedtime...otherwise I will be forced to make up a little story that

will ensure a grounding for at least a month.’ She smiled wickedly,

secure in her position of power.

’Now Bob! Do it!’ One of the other boys urged.

Holding the magic tightly in his hand, Bob concentrated on the image

of Missy in order to focus, then saying out loud ’Physical!’ He

rolled the plastic across the kitchen table.

All of the boys groaned in unison as they watched the number 19 pop

up.

’Bob you boner! You choked it!’

Missy shook her head at this strange geek ceremony being performed

in front of her. ’Well, now that you have completely ruined my

appetite, could you please just uhhh!’

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. A rising up in

her stomach as her clothes started to feel very tight...particularly

in her chest and hips area. Missy looked down in amazement as her

breasts expanded outwords, straining her Freshmen sized bra. The

change came fast, and so did the pain from the binding material.

Quickly she pulled off her T-Shirt and squirmed out of her jeans.

Standing there in what seemed to be an ever shrinking pair of pink

panties and a matching bra. Her legs became long and mature, as did

the rest of her body. Her young bosom mostly overflowed out of her

bra, and formed into an obscene cleavage, but she refused to remove

it in front of the boys, even in this strange situation. The

material of her panties was pulled to its limits causing the

elastics to snap as her womanly curves formed. Within moments a very

sexy nineteen year old stood before them in very undersized

underwear.

’Damn! I always was a high roller.’ Bob noted.

’W-what did you do to me?!’ Missy asked, amazed.

’I’m...I’m....beautiful! I’m out of highschool! This is so kewl!’

’Great, now she’s happy about it. Marty take care of it will ya?’

John muttered, shaking his head.

Marty nodded, retrieving the die from the table.

’Wait a minute, take care of what?!’ Missy cried out, suddenly

realizing the powers these boys seemed to wield.

’Mental!’ Marty screamed as Missy lunged for him. In an act of

desperation he threw the piece of plastic across the floor, and out

of her reach.

Yet another groan came from the group as the number 15 came up.

’Jesus Marty, the one time you don’t have to roll high and you pull

a stunt like this?’ John commented as poor Marty was knocked to the

hard floor below by the nineteen year old.

Before anyone could react further, the unexpected occured. Missy

snatched the piece of plastic up off the floor and grinned around

the room evilly.

They had all been so calm before. Even with the bad rolls, they

figured they could always just try again. They never even considered

that their power might be used against them.

Walking over to the counter, well away from their reach, Missy eyed

the frightened thirteen year olds one by one. ’Hmmm...who should I

test this on first?’ Her gaze stopped on John. ’Brother dear, since

you were so quick to betray me, you have the honor of being my first

lab rat.’

’Missy wait!’

’Physical!’ She called out, imitating their earlier performance.

Her smile widened as the rolling finally stopped...on a 2.

’Noooo!’ John cried as he charged her, but already he could feel

himself shrinking. The beginning signs of puberty were quickly lost,

and before even two steps were taken, John’s pants and underwear

fell around his ankles and he found himself tripping and falling to

the floor. Sitting up, his clothes continued to loosen, practically

burrying him as they puddled on the floor. The world grew huge and

within moments John was a pathetic two year old toddler. To make

matters worse, even though his mind remained the sames, his muscles

did not. He tried to hold it in, but it was useless. The loss of

control was utterly humiliating as he wet all over his clothes and

the kitchen floor.

’Ohhh...did little Johny have an accident?’ Missy giggled mockingly.

’Now what was it you boys were saying about...Mental!?’ And with

that she rolled again. Unfortunately for her, at the moment she did

so she was thinking about herself, and how much she was going to

make these little twerps suffer.

’Ahh, what luck John. A repeat! I rolled a two, so now your mind can

match your body!’ She cackled, but as she did something suddenly

didn’t seem right. Looking down she realized it was her boobs. They

were so...so huge and alien! They didn’t feel right at all, and

embarrassed, she covered them the best she could with her hands.

Missy continued to feel stranger and stranger, and more and more

uncomfortable in this adult body. She wobbled on unsteady legs. The

ground seemed so far away!

’I...I think me need to go to the bathwoom.’ She mumbled confused.

Everyone present tended to agree with her as they watched the large

wet stain form on her undersized panties, followed by steams of

yellow running down both legs.

Missy didn’t like this one bit. How come she suddenly felt so scared

and powerless? It was so overwhelming that she began to cry. Sitting

down on the floor, in a puddle of her own urine, the sobbing Missy

began to feebly suck her thumb to the delight of the boys.

Bob was quick to move and retrieve their lost treasure.

’Concentration never was your strong point.’ He mocked.

’Make me better again!’ Missy moaned, pounding her fists on the

floor.

’I’m afraid it’s not that simple.’ Marty explained. ’We’d have to

roll you you back to normal. It only works twice a day per person

for each trait, and you’ve already done two mentals.’

’Nooo!’ Missy pouted, banging her fists some more.

’Don’t worry John, I’ve been rolling high all night.’ Bob assured

him, as the group turned their attention to their fallen comrade.

’Good luck Bob, you only get one shot.’ John answered in an

infantile voice. He had already stood up out of his wet clothing,

having more sense than his crying sister, and was now covering his

small genitiles with his hands while he waited for results.

’Told ya.’ Bob smiled cooly as he reproduced his earlier 19.

The naked little boy standing before them quickly began to grow up.

First regaining his original years, reaching thirteen, and then

proceeding up through puberty. His muscles bulged creating a rather

masculine form as he reached nineteen. ’Hey wow! Good job Bob!’

Bob offered a thumbs up in answer.

’Do you want to do the honors John?’ Marty asked, holding out the

piece of plastic.

John eagerly accepted, no longer bothering to cover his nude form.

There wasn’t anything to be ashamed of now.

A panicked look formed across Missy’s face as they all turned to her

in unison. ’But me thought you could not...’

’We’ve used up your two mentals.’ Marty agreed.

’But you’ve still got one physical!’ John proclaimed as he rolled

the dice across the table.

A 7 brought a cheer from the group, and Missy screamed as she

started to shrink. Her large breasts dwindled in size, allowing the

strained material of her underwear a chance to relax as she passed

down to fourteen. Soon the clothes that could hardly fit her before

started to drown her. The oversized bra hung uselessly on her flat

chest, and her wet panties drooped down revealing her now hairless

privates as she reached the age of seven. Although her body no

longer felt as strange (although it still was too big for her mind’s

comfort) she realized what she had been reduced to and started to

cry again.

Before anyone could react further, the doorbell rang, and all heads

turned. The boys weren’t expecting anybody. Who could it be?

Well, that’s all the steam I’ve got for tonight. Anyone is free to

continue this in anyway that they choose. Hope you enjoyed it.

Until next time, keep gaming!

- TS

 

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