“So the party has been getting our asses handed to us since dad’s a doll. What’s it going to take to convince you to bring him back?” my brother purrs sweetly.

“You’re out of your armour,” I say, my mouth dry. “That dress… suits you.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he giggles. “I’m glad my form pleases you, master. You don’t mind if I call you master, do you? You are my dungeon master after all.”

He slinks closer. I drink in the sight of his autocloset-enhanced physique. “You look almost like a real girl.”

“I’m real enough where it counts, master. Just like you made me.” He flaunts his breasts enticingly before turning to tease the hem of his dress to show off his full ass. “So what will it take?” I throw the diminutive elf sexdoll off the bed and lay my brother on the sheets, face down, ass up. I push the skirt higher to expose his cheeks. “A good choice, master. So I hand you my ass, and you stop handing us ours,” he titters as I slide inside him.