Enjoy the prologue to this new ongoing Supreme Tier story!

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

When four college students uncover a strange board game called Broad Game, they decide to give it a whirl. After all, there’s a storm and the power is out, and it’s too rainy to leave the campus. But they soon discover that the players in this game are doomed to be transformed depending on what cards and scenarios they draw. And those transformations are going to be very feminine, and very lusty . . .

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Broad Game

Prologue: The Wizard

Jonathan cackled as he put the last finishing touches on his magical masterpiece. The man appeared to be young, perhaps just in his early thirties, and he had an Adonis-like body that betrayed his brilliant mind. His shoulders were broad, his pecs and ab-muscles well-defined, and his height was over six feet. He hadn’t always been this way, of course. Once, he’d been a nebbish little nerd who believed in magic and obsessed over his private sexual kinks. But after said kinks had been leaked by a group of bullies, Jonathan was left ostracised and alone, and his twin obsessions - magical and sexual - were inflamed, becoming his entire life.

Well, he had more than succeeded in the years that followed. Jonathan had become a master wizard, one who had not only memorised entire tomes from ancient arts that the modern world no longer believed in, but was now capable of creating and tailoring his own specialised magic; magic that was entirely his creation. It was what allowed him to turn himself into an incredibly handsome alpha male, and to gain the riches to possess his own country manor, free to continue his experiments. The masterpiece on the table before him in the alchemical laboratory of his manor was the ultimate result of these efforts, a board game that had the power to transform and twist the bodies and minds of its players.

“This is it,” he said to himself, barely able to contain his giggling. “Finally, a way to enjoy my fetishes, and to release a bit of magical fun into the world . . . anonymously, of course.”

He used his arcane senses to look over the board game. The cover portrayed numerous beautiful women in a carefully drawn 40’s pinup style: naughty nurses, attractive goth girls, a pulpy princess clinging to the leg of a handsome hero, a femme fatale wooed by a Sam Spade type, even a beautiful pregnant woman in a 1950’s dress, stroking her mound while she looked at her attractive husband with clear lust. All his fetishes for women of various types, roles, races, temperaments, and so forth, were all contained within this box. He unfolded the board, which contained numerous locations on it in a grand spiral design towards the centre: Vegas featured, as did the PlayBoy Mansion, and even a prehistoric cave to accommodate his fetish for sexy fit cave woman ladies from his comics growing up. And at the centre was the little crystal ball, the one that would produce the transformations the participants would experience. It was also the powerful magical lens he would be able to see through, because more than anything, Jonathan was a voyeur at heart. He wanted to relish and become aroused at the sight of unknowing players getting turned into his fantasy dream girls . . . and to seek him out as worshipful supplicants!

“It’s perfect,” the wizard said. “Absolutely perfect. My legacy for the world!”

He carefully shut the box. On the cover were the words Broad Game, written stylishly but legibly above the cover art of all the beautiful women. Jonathan smirked. He was rather proud of that name. Who wouldn’t be?

“Out into the world you go!” he announced, reciting the spell he’d learned by heart to teleport objects across long distances. “Find a place where you will be found, and let the players enjoy the fruits of my labor! I can’t wait to see what they become!”

He spread his hands out, grinning madly as the final parts of the spell were sealed, Broad Game ready to enter the world and provide him with endless entertainment and numerous submissive slave girls to pleasure him in his palace. He knew he’d be alerted the moment that someone eventually found the game and began to play it, and that moment couldn’t come soon enough.

But suddenly Jonathan’s eyes widened. There was something wrong. The magic that was sealing the game was now tugging upon his essence, drawing him forward. He tried to fight it, grimacing as he concentrated his magical skills upon it, but it was like his very soul was being vacuumed forth. The board game thrummed and glowed brighter and brighter, positioned at the edge of the portal. He tried to push it using an ordinary gust spell, and then a displacement spell, but instead this just fed the arcane disturbance.

“Um . . . um!” he announced, all smugness gone as he was pulled against his will towards the game. “Stop! I command you to stop! You are my creation, you serve me! You serve - AAAAGHHH!!”

A black hole bloomed inside the half-sphere crystal ball at the centre of the board game. It unfolded before his eyes, the box opening to reveal the board, which extended outwards like a road leading him to ruin. The man was in full panic mode now. His feet were lifting off of the ground and his limbs stretching like noodles. No matter which direction he looked, he could only see that black hole, that arcane puncture in reality pulling him forward, sucking him in to devour his very essence.

“NOOOOOO!!!” he screamed, but it was too late; the man became a spiralling noodle, circling the very drain of his own reality, his body converted to pure arcane energy that was helpless but to follow the strong current. With an audible pop his body disintegrated entirely, but his mind carried forth, pulled into the crystal, at which point the black hole ceased. Jonathan tried to escape, but his body was gone. His ability to make somatic gestures and form the necessary vocal components of his spells had disappeared, and he couldn’t exactly grasp any materials that he needed to sacrifice to gain his freedom back. The wizard, as smart as he was, had underestimated the chaotic nature of magic. In pouring so much of his soul into a masterpiece of such complexity, he had doomed his soul to become intrinsically part of it . . . forever. He was little more than a floating consciousness within his own fetishistic and perverted game, no longer even possessing a human body to take advantage of the beautiful women it would create. 

Slowly, Jonathan’s consciousness began to dim. He immediately understood why; he would ‘sleep’ in a dormant trance-like state until his game was discovered. Only then could he influence things, though even then it would only be as part of the soul of Broad Game. Still, perhaps there was a silver lining here. He would get to see all the transformations up close and personal, and the mere thought of fulfilling his new game duties made the wizard’s consciousness vibrate in a strange pleasure. With one last nudge of his magic, he tipped the box, which had closed again, into the portal, sending it out.

For all that this had gone dreadfully wrong, Jonathan sighed with some satisfaction, at least pleased with the knowledge that his masterpiece was in the world, and he’d be part of it forever. However long it took, someone would find the game and begin to play it, awakening Jonathan and allowing him to live out the sheer transformative power contained within his new form.

And that would be a wonderful day indeed.

To Be Continued . . .