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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Part 2: The Game Begins

Each of the players selected a token to represent them on the board. Each of the figurines was a representation of some lewd archetype or attractive stereotype of a lady. Charlie chuckled as he took the one that was a Victorian-looking woman with a torn bodice.

“Ah, the classic kind of smut. A real bodice ripper, eh?”

Sam rolled her eyes and took the figurine that was an immaculately painted representation of a bespectacled librarian. A sexy librarian, if one was to look closely at her; she was posed with her upper buttons undone, one hand hiking up her skirt.

“Well, I regret this choice of game already,” she said with a chuckle. “But I suppose this one suits an academic mind like mine the best, no?”

“In that case,” Jesse said, reaching out to grab a small figurine that looked like an attractive gym babe, “this one fits me more than the others. I mean, she’s a white girl, but those little painted abs don’t lie!”

That left Alex. He spent an annoyingly long time looking through them all - there were dozens to choose from, much more than any board game even Sam had seen - until he scooped out one he was finally happy with. 

“Playboy bunny,” he said with a wink.

“How does that suit you?” Sam said.

“I think they’re super hot.”

She rolled her eyes again, but the guys laughed.

“Damn, should’ve chosen the bikini model in that case!” Jesse laughed. 

“Don’t start,” Sam said. “I swear, why am I in such a sausage fest friendship group?”

“Because we tolerate your idiosyncrasies,” Charlie said. “And you tolerate ours. Okay, do we just start where it says START?”

Sam nodded. “We place our tokens there, and then it says . . . the most attractive of us goes first. Huh.”

“Well, even with a busted leg, that’s obviously me!”

But before Jesse could grab the dice, Sam interrupted him. “Wait, it says the ‘most attractive woman goes first.’ Well, that’s sexist, but it’s in my favour, so I’m more than happy to take advantage of that.”

Alex coughed. “Classic feminist!” he said hurriedly.

“Wow, a techbro who hates women,” Sam said. “You’re sure speed running the stereotype. What’s next? You’re gonna start worshipping SpaceX?”

Before Alex could react, she rolled the dice. 

“Three and a four,” Sam said. “And here we start. She advanced her figure the required number of spaces, and as per the tile on the board demanded, she picked up a Transformation Card. But her brow furrowed immediately.

“What is it?” Charlie asked, sensing his friend’s concern.

“It’s . . . it has my name on it.”

“What?”

She read it aloud: “Hot Bookkeeper: Sameen, congratulations on going first, and for being the first to transform. How appropriate that you have chosen a sexy librarian, as I’ve always liked that type, and such a look will suit you to a T. Get ready now!”

“Lemme see that,” Jesse said, snatching the card. “Woah, that’s a crazy coincidence.”

But then the board started glowing in the centre, the crystal dome sparkling with a bright light. The group watched it in shock as the light twisted and turned and finally fell upon Sameen, shrinking until it enveloped her and only her.

“What the fuck!?” Alex said. “This is crazy! Wait, it’s some kind of smart game! Guys, this is actually new tech! I bet it heard our conversation and used the awesome power of generative AI to-”

Any relief that Alex’s tech obsession might have gifted Sameen was immediately dispelled when a creepy laugh echoed from the board game and the light turned green upon her body. She jumped to her feet, her dozens of anxieties erupting all at once. What was this thing? Would it kill her? How did it know her name? Who just laughed? What was going on? Her mind was in a spiral, and so she pushed back her chair and backed away from the table. It was too late, though, because before she could even flee the room she doubled over, facing away from the men who were trying to calm her down.

“Give her some space!” Charlie yelled. “Sameen, Sameen? You okay?”

She could barely hear him. Her flesh was changing. Pressures were erupting everywhere, the strange light still upon her. An unwanted pleasure bloomed beneath her skin and made her moan as if she were having sex - an act she’d had exactly twice in her life and had gone poorly both times. But now she found herself cupping her meagre breasts, moaning as they rose like souffles. She gasped as her hips cracked, shifting outwards. Her height rose, bringing her from a measly five-foot-three to five-foot-eight, equal to Charlie, in fact. 

“What the fuck!?” Jesse cried.

“That’s - the tech isn’t there for this,” Alex added.

But all Sam could do was moan, shaking off Charlie as he tried to touch her shoulder to calm her. 

“I don’t understand what’s h-happening!” she cried, clutching her head. Her glasses changed shape, becoming sexy horn-rimmed spectacles that were far less thick. Her eyes corrected themselves, vision improving to match them, but the real change was in her figure and in her clothing. A tight red dress top with white spots and a very plunging neckline now showed off her very impressive C-cups, which felt surprisingly heavy on her. A tight, tight black skirt emphasised her new wider hips and slightly rounder butt, and was short enough to show part of her thighs. She was suddenly wearing nylon stockings and professional high-heels, and her dark, slightly wavy hair courtesy of her Persian ancestry was now done up in a sexy knot, complete with two pencils running through it to hold it together. A bead necklace manifested upon her, and several loose strands of hair over her right temple gave just the right impression of a wild side to her new strict yet sexy appearance. 

All of this was visible to the men in the room as Sameen turned around. She lowered her glasses slightly, taking in her changes and observing them, and something about her pose was devastatingly sexy, as if she knew something they did not. Even her teeth were now perfect, which felt strange to her. To complete the effect, she had several books under one arm, which she promptly dropped to the floor, only to pick up in a hurry by some strange compulsion, which caused her breasts to hang impressively as she leaned down to retrieve them.

“Why - what!? What just happened to me!?” she squeaked, though something sultry had crept into her voice.

Charlie stammered, barely able to form words, but Alex answered rather appropriately.

“You turned into a fucking smokeshow librarian, holy FUCK!”

She reacted instantly, putting a finger over her lips and glaring at him with a fury that immediately silenced her friend. “SHHHHHHHH!!!” 

A further silence followed for all of them, and Sameen realised what she had just done. “Oh God. Oh God, I’m a - what do I look like? Why can’t I drop these books without - without categorising them correctly on your book shelves first!”

She moved over and bent low to organise the books on the lowest shelf, which was entirely empty. Despite the shock of what had just occurred, the men couldn’t help but stare at her impressive backside as she bent over, wobbling it back and forth a little as she organised the books. Finally, she rose, dusted herself off - an act which jiggled her larger breasts as well - and then looked at them with her glasses lowered suggestively once more.

“Why - why did I just do that? And why are you young students looking so . . . virile.”

Jesse’s jaw fell. The man couldn’t help but feel aroused, his dick rising to tent his pants. With his seat swung out to accommodate his busted leg, the sight of it was obvious.

“Ewww!” she gasped. “That’s so gross! Put it away . . . unless you’d like me to sort that out for you.”

Charlie moved to his friend. “Sam! Sam? Why are you acting like this? Did it affect your mind? What’s going on?”

But as he strode across to see if she was okay, he accidentally bumped the table, which caused the dice to fall upon the floor. They formed a three and a two, but this time, the piece on the board moved automatically.

“Guys!” Alex yelled.

“Not right now!” Charlie and Sam both yelled, only for the latter to add a stern “shhh!” by some strange compulsion.

“I need to see myself,” Sam said. “Why am I dressed like this? Why do I sound like a teacher!? Oh God, what’s happening? And how can I put you in your place, young man, so you can spread me like your favourite book.”

Charlie didn’t even know what to say to that. This was like something out of a sexual fantasy for him - and definitely for Alex, who clearly was the most perverted of all of them - but this was Sam, his oldest friend that still actually hung out with him.

“Sam, listen to me, maybe -”

“Guys, LOOK!” 

He turned, only to see his figurine advancing automatically. Shocked, he moved back to the table. 

“You accidentally rolled the dice,” Alex said. “It’s moving on its own.

“This is crazy shit,” Jesse said. “It says you gotta draw a transformation card as well.”

“I’m not doing that! No fucking way!”

“But dude, what if the rules are true?”

“Not after it transformed my friend, I’m just going to ignore it, okay? I’m just going to - what the fuck?”

The card was in his hand. He didn't even remember grabbing it. The others hadn’t even seen it. The crystal glowed brighter, as if mocking him, the green energy turning upon him. With dread in his heart, the wealthy and elitist young man turned the card over and read it aloud.

“Lusty Lady: Charlie, just a reminder that you shouldn’t ignore me. The Broad Game must continue. But since you seem keen to ignore tradition, perhaps it’s time for you to be a reflection of your chosen piece and look a whole lot more traditional! Now let’s rip that bodice, shall we?”

Charlie tried the exact same tactic that Sameen had taken, and it was just as useless. He made it only around the corner to the hallway that led to the entrance before he collapsed against the wall, barely able to stand as a host of changes came over him. Alex followed him, amazed and intrigued to see what was happening, and Jesse arrived on his crutches just in time to see Charlie gasp, the pressures hitting him from all angles.

“D-don’t look!” he cried, voice squeaking up an octave. “Don’t look at m-me!”

But how could they look away at such a unique sight? Their friend’s face was thinning and becoming softer right before their eyes, his cheekbones rising and cheeks filling out, jaw cracking to form a heart shape. His nose shrank a little, becoming button cute, while his lips gained a slight pout.

“Holy shit, you’re becoming a babe!” Alex shouted.

But ‘babe’ was hardly the word to describe what Charlie was becoming. The man struggled as his chest rose, his nipples throbbing as they expanded. His hips spread, his waist thinned, and his member began to slide back into his body, causing him to whine in a high, reedy voice and grab at his crotch like a desperate animal in pain.

“No! Nooo!” he whined, new breasts pushing out further and further until they were clearly obvious beneath his expensive silk shirt. “You can’t do this to me! I’m Charlie Kingsmith! My Dad is the CEO of Kingsmith Shipping! This is my h-house and my rules and you can’t do this to meeeee! Ohhhhh! Ahhhh! Mhmmm!”

Just like with Sameen, who was currently rushing from viewing her sexy librarian self in the mirror to finally check in on her friend, a series of powerful near-orgasms swept through Charlie, accelerating the changes. His very clothing altered, becoming older. A bodice and corset formed, and a petticoat spread where his expensive suit slacks had once been. The pleasure rose, the man shaking on the spot in response to his slimming body and feminising form. He gasped as his hips spread yet further, and barely managed to catch his breath back before groaning all over again; his breasts grew once more, nipples expanding to become pink and perfect, nestled within the undergarments and bodice that hoisted his new breasts up.

“My dick! You can’t take my dick! I’m Charlie Kingsmmmhmmm!”

He never even got to finish the sentence, because in that exact moment his manhood pulled back inside him entirely, leaving a vaginal passage that was slick and wet and aroused. The new woman pressed her back against the wall, and she was indeed a new woman, because her very mind altered in that moment, shifting to take on a female identity.

“Good word!” she cried in a British accent. “This simply can’t be happening! A woman of good breeding and respect should not suffer such a fate! Wait, why am I talking like - ngnnh - this!?”

The final changes asserted themselves. Her hair rose up into a Victorian updo, complete with hanging ringlets that framed her face. Her features became delicate and refined, a thin necklace manifesting with a silver locket that hung between her perfect breasts. And they were indeed perfect, and quite on display, because just like the very image of her own figurine, the bodice had been opened at the front, her garments flung aside, as if she were begging to be taken by a tall, dark, and handsome stranger, one who could ravage and ravish her beautiful and virginal body. Just the thought of such a scenario began to turn the woman on, and this only added to her supreme discomfort; her nipples throbbed and ached, yearning to be caressed, while her new vagina was warm and moist, causing her to rub her thighs together beneath her petticoat’s coverage.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned. “This cannot be countenanced! Please, I beg you, look away while I recover my good nature! It is but a momentary misstep, I assure you!”

But for the rest of the group, there was nothing short of terror and shock. Their elitist and overly-cultured friend had now become more elite and cultured than ever, and yet such a transformation had also turned him into a lustful and attractive Victorian-era woman. 

“This - this has to be some kind of hologram,” Alex said. “Or a filter, like what some companies have been experimenting with when it comes to dream tech.”

But Jesse banged his crutch upon the floor. “Dude, look at her! I mean, him! He just turned into a goddamn woman! That is fucking magic! Just look at Sam here! She’s a fucking librarian hottie now!”

Sameen didn’t even realise that she’d removed one of the pencils from her hair and was now sucking on its end suggestively. She put it back in her hair and adjusted her top, which only had the effect of showing off her breasts even more.

“Don’t be such a naughty boy, Jesse,” she said in a sultry voice. “It’s still me in here! That board game is just making me act like some kind of dirty librarian who needs to punish loud men like you.”

She put her finger on his lips, only to pull back in shock at the arousing gesture she had just performed. “Fuck! It’s like I’m stuck playing a porno character! Shit, Charlie, are you okay?”

Charlie was too busy looking down at a ripe pair of what had to be full D-cup breasts, milky orbs that rose and fell with each panicked breath, on the verge of spilling out of her torn bodice.

“What do you think!?” she exclaimed. “I’ve been turned against my will into a fair dame whose mind is occupied with scandal! And I -”

She looked up at Jesse and Alex and gulped. Both men looked so very . . . handsome to her new eyes. Especially Jesse, with all those muscles and strength. The sheer scandal of his darker skin excited her. Wait, what was even scandalous about that? She clutched her head and whined. 

“Ugh, I have all of these unwelcome and unnatural thoughts!” she exclaimed in her classical English accent. “This simply cannot be accepted!”

“Yeah, dude,” Alex said. “You’re like something out of Pride and Sensibility.”

“Pride and Prejudice, you dolt!” she said. “How could one not understand the works of the late and great Jane Austen!?”

Alex nodded. “Okay, so she’s definitely still our Charlie.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” she said, gesturing to herself. “My mind is affected, but it is still me nestled within this overly decorated figure!”

“The same is true of me, big boys,” Sameen purred, humiliated at how sexually she was acting, particularly given how nervous and shy she usually was in matters of attraction. “But I just can’t help but act like a woman who needs to organise you and put you in your place.”

Jesse took a moment to take a breath. He rested his crutch against the wall and then eased himself against it as well, his body language that of a man who had been pushed to his limit.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked, stepping forward, only to become immediately disturbed at the sensation of her new breasts wobbling.

“I’m trying to wake the fuck up,” Jesse said. “This can’t be real. This can’t be motherfucking real. People don’t just change into women. And no offence Sam, but there’s nothing on earth that can make you that hot.”

She purred, only to catch herself and blush. “Fuck! I - I need to go organise some books!”

“How do you think I feel?” Charlie declared, cupping her breasts and making Alex turn around just to avoid being too turned on by the side. “I’ve become a lady! I can feel my own womanhood nestled between my thighs, and all these layers of fabric to conceal that which must be concealed! And my own diction is positively melodramatic in tone!”

“And you’re fucking hot too,” Jesse said. “Can you put them titties away, at least?”

She struggled with her bodice, but some invisible force prevented her from doing so.

“I - I sadly cannot. Oh God, what am I to do, Jesse? I can’t stay like this! It would be the height of absurdity!”

The unchanged pair exchanged a look, fear upon their faces.

“We’d have to keep playing,” Alex said.

“No fucking way.”

“We can’t leave them like this!”

“I ain’t becoming a girl. I’ve already lost way too much, dude. I’m getting the fuck out of here and finding campus security. They can contact the police and work it out!”

“No!” Charlie cried, stepping forward to take his hand. “Please, the sheer scandal would ruin my season!”

“Dude, just listen to yourself! This is way beyond what we can handle! Sameen is in the other room literally moaning like a goddamn sex doll while she organises a heap of fucking books. I am out of here.”

He strode away, leaving Charlie to weep, embarrassed by her own melodramatic emotions, not to mention her gorgeous white Victorian dress. Alex hesitated, not even sure who to comfort or how, and wishing desperately he could record this for the sheer monetisation of it. But then he remembered something just a little too late.

“Hold on, the instructions said that we can’t leave until we finish the game, or it would punish us! Jesse, WAIT!”

He ran away from the confused and feminised Charlie. Sam couldn’t help but call out as she saw him sprint.

“Hey, no running inside the library, naughty man!”

But Alex didn’t care. He raced to the front door, where Jesse was already heading out, moving as quickly as his crutches would allow him. The grounds of the campus were soaked, the weather horrible, the rain still pouring down.

“Dude, wait!” he yelled again. “If you leave, the rules of the game say you’ll be punished!”

“I’m not believing that shit!” Jesse yelled back. “I’m getting out of here before I - before I . . .”

There was a card in his hand. One that he couldn’t ignore. It tugged at him, forcing his arm up. He grabbed it with his other hand, but nothing could stop him. The man struggled, falling to the ground with a painful landing, the water squelching beneath him.

“Jesse! What’s going on!?”

The large man groaned. “I can’t control my - no! I ain’t reading that shit!”

The rain pounded down, obscuring his vision, but still his hand rose to place the card before his eyes. He squeezed them shut just in time, but then his other hand forced his eye open, making him read it. The card was a new kind; a Punishment card. Jesse’s mouth read the words aloud without his consent.

“No leaving the grounds until you finish my little game, Jesse. You get to turn into your chosen token for free, AND get to pull an additional card on your coming turn. Enjoy!”

And that was when the man began to writhe and groan, his body twisting and changing, his form altering and causing him to shake on the spot. His leg healed instantly, the cast falling away, but his entire form started to shrink, and his nipples throbbed. He got to his feet and started to run back to Alex.

“No! Don’t! I’ll play! I’ll - ohhhhhh, fuck!”

His voice was already rising in octave, his features becoming feminine, his hair growing longer to form a cute loose afro that bounced upon his shoulders. The man ran faster, even as his clothes turned to a pair of tight female gym shorts and a sports bra manifested upon his shrinking rib cage. It was all too much for his pride. He screamed and swore, literally pushing Alex over in his desperation. He tripped forward into the house, landing on his chest, which produced quite a bit of pain, as his breasts had just begun to bloom.

“No, no, no, fuck no! I’m not bitch! I’m not a chick! I don’t want - ohhhhh!”

Sam and Charlie emerged from their respective misery to witness this third change. Jesse whined, his voice becoming high and erotic, overcome with pleasure as his hips spread out even wider than either of them. His bust became pert and slim, B-cups that were only half the size of Charlie’s own chest, but still quite attractive thanks to how the sports bra supported them. Jesse cried out, his waist thinning, his powerful abs becoming sexy girl abs, his thighs strong yet supple, and his ass possessing the kind of rondure shape that would make a man weep to see. Alex entered and his jaw fell.

“I told you, man,” he said. “There’s a punishment!”

“Well, I f-fucking know that now, don’t I?” Jesse snapped, standing up. “And I - what the fuck am I doing?”

The new fitness girl immediately began to perform a series of stretches right there on the spot, many of them positioning her so that her body was on full sexy display. Charlie looked away.

“It’s simply too . . . debauched!”

“Shut up, lady!” Jesse said. “I can’t stop this! I’m - I need to film myself. Someone get a - a camera!?”

One was suddenly in her hand, and a tripod manifested beside her. She quickly worked to set it up, almost feverish in her compulsions, and then started to workout again, grabbing a five kilogram weight that had likewise appeared and posing as she moved it.

“I can’t help it!” the beautiful African-American woman grunted. “I need to film myself!”

“None of us can help it,” Sam muttered, irritated as she adjusted her breasts in her top once more. “The only way to turn back is . . .”

“To finish the game,” Alex said. He looked at the board and gulped. “And it’s my turn. Shit!”

To Be Continued . . .