Knktober 2020 Day 17. Group

Aaron didn't know that the dusty old book was a real grimoire. He thought it would make a cool prop for his D&D game. If only he could've guessed at the wonderful chaos it would bring into his life when he found it.

His regular group met later that week in Aaron's basement. He'd gone to extra effort creating a suitably dramatic atmosphere that week. Blankets draped the plasterboard walls and electric candles flickered in the corners. That night would be the climax of the campaign they'd been playing for most of a year and he wanted it to be special. 

The adventure proved to be everything he hoped. Minions were defeated, traps evaded and banter exchanged until the party fought their way into the big bad's lair.

"You force open the heavy oak door and enter the warlock's in most sanctum," Aaron narrated describing the scene for the party "you see the cloaked figure of the warlock hunched over a lectern. He looks up and greets you with a humourless smile."

Arron produced the heavy book and dropped on the table with a dramatic thump.

"Welcome adventures!" Arron said adopting a dry rasping voice to play the part of the warlock "You have come so far and overcome many perils. Such a shame that it was all so you could die at my feet!"

Arron flipped open the book intending to say some nonsense words and ask the party to roll initiative but instead he found his eyes drawn to the cracked and yellowed pages. In the warlock's voice he began to read the strange symbols aloud without having the faintest idea what he was saying.

The words hung heavy in the air while the players gapped at their GM not sure what to make of his performance. But before they could respond, power like black lightning arched out of the book striking each of the stunned players where they sat. A brilliant flare of eldritch light surrounded each man dazzling Aaron but through the haze he could dimly make of their silhouettes as they seemed to blur and change.

When he blinked the spots from his eyes Aaron saw three beautiful and very naked women seated where his friends had been.

"Oh Aaron," the one on the left cooed "you're such a wonderful storyteller."

"Mmm yes," the one on the right agreed "I could listen to you all day."

"But then we wouldn't have time to please you with these wonderful new bodies," the middle girl sighed "and we do so want to please you"

All three girls giggled at that, climbing over the table to surround Aaron. 

Working together they peeled off his clothes kissing and caressing each other as their nimble fingers stroked and teased him.

Once they'd stripped him naked they knelt before him, eyes locked on his cock.

"You, you'll really do anything I ask?" He said, still not quite believing what he was seeing. "You really want me to, to, fuck you?"

"Oh yes master," the first girl agreed "anything at all. Any way you want. We exist only to serve you now."

Aaron, swallowed hard as the trio of sluts eyed his manhood hungrily. He couldn't really take advantage of them when they were like this, could he? These people were his friends. They'd been gaming together for years the least he could do was try to change them back. They…

"Ooooh fuck!" He groaned as the girls grew tired of waiting and began to suck his cock with skill and enthusiasm.

His already fractured resolve shattered as they serviced him with their mouths. Perverted thoughts filled his mind, all the filthy he could do with his own harem...

"Fuck it," he declared "I'm going to make the most of this while it lasts and if you sluts never change back? Well, I can always find a new gaming group…"