Published: November 4th 2021, 2:30:13 am
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Continuation of Daily Free-Write November 2, 2021: Castles and Crinklebutts Pt. 9
"Alright! Alright!" said Brandon, holding up his hands. "I give. I forfeit. Let's end the game now." He stuck his hand out to be shaken by the vixen, and the moment they grabbed hands, everything flashed bright green - the table, the castlemaster's notes, all of it. When the players all blinked away the afterimage of the bright light, they were all in the garage. In their normal clothes, the snacks strewn across the table once more, and the echo of laughter hung in the air.
"Can you hear that, guys?" asked Brandon.
"Hear what?" asked Harry, still looking annoyed. "I'm just waiting to start. Are we playing or what?"
"What do you mean?" asked Brandon, I thought we- uh...."
He looked around. Smoke hung in the air. Sam was out of it. Harry and Barry were still glaring at each other. Everything that happened since Brandon had wished for them to act their age was reversed.
"Uh, right...." he said, shaking his head. It was as if they were from another timeline, which only he had been sent back to. He continued on with the campaign, revealing his gaming table - which seemed less spectacular than before without all the added effects that his... fantasy table? Was that what it was? - had. It was strange. He should have been elated that he and the guys had escaped their fate in Muskarella's dungeon, but surprisingly... he wasn't. He finished off the day's game with an empty feeling in his stomach. Sighing as he waved the guys off, closing the garage door behind them.
He couldn't believe he was contemplating it, but he wanted to go back.
"I wish Muskarella was here," said Brandon. But nothing happened. He picked up his book. "I wish we would all act our age." Still nothing. No flash of green light. Nothing.
"Come onnnn... I know you can hear me," he said, as he flicked on the gaming table and looked at his dungeon, hoping for the bat vixen's avatar to appear. "Take me back... please?"
As terrifying and intense as the day's events had been, it was also thrilling. It was erotic. But it seemed as if he wasn't going to get a second chance. Was this the untold consequence Muskarella had hinted at?
A couple of knocks from the door to the house and his mom poked her head in.
"You coming up for dinner, dear?" asked his Mom.
"Yeah, sure," he sighed.
"It's your favorite, sweetie. Mashed peas."
"Thanks Mo.. uhm... what?"
"I said it's your favorite! Mashed peas. Now come on inside so we can get you changed before dinner."
"Uh... wha- uh, okay, just give me a second." he said, feeling a growing sense of dread in his stomach.
As soon as she left, he frantically unbuttoned his pants and discovered a thick diaper where his underwear would normally be. A negative two smarts icon flashed over his head and some laughter could be heard. His heart raced as he heard Muskarella's voice echo throughout the room, as a familiar bat vixen's icon flashed on the game table along with a new character with orange hair, standing in a garage just like his own.
"You didn't think the game was over, did you, little human? I hope you're all ready for level two..."
THE END (...for now...)