“Dad, your character is walking along when, all of a sudden, a gorgon leaps out from behind a tree. It hits you with its petrifying gaze…” I pretend to roll dice behind the GM screen. “... from eleven snake heads. Roll to save.”

Dad rolls. “27?” he says hopefully, craning forward over the desk to flash oodles of elf cleavage.

“Unlucky. The DC was 28. Lyriel feels her limbs tighten, her movement become sluggish, as your character is transmuted completely to stone.”

It was that time of the week again - our autocloset-augmented family D&D night. Mom the dwarf, dad the nubile elf maiden, and my brother as his new character, the tattooed amazon warrioress Valda Dirksunder. My brothers accusation that I'd been favouring the busty elf had been right on the money, though my favouritism was certainly beginning to shift as his hand creeps up my thigh below the table.

“And that looks like a good place to end tonight’s session."

“W-wait! But I’m still petrified,” dad protests.

“You know the rules,” mom reminds dad. “We have to be our characters during the week. No excuses.”

The autocloset works on him all through the night. The big-breasted, elven-eared fucktoy it spits out in the morning is a work of art. I wait for mom to leave for work before carrying it through to my room.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” I look at the inert doll as I thrust my cock inside its ribbed rubber hole. “Your character never failed her save. I just needed you out of the way so me and Valda can have some alone time." My cock throbs inside him at the thought of Valda Dirksunder. More like Valda Dicksucker when I'm done with him.

I laugh down at my doll. "Though something tells me you won’t be making your save next week either.”