Chard Wuodrazed is in a bck robe that goes down to his feet as he works. It's a big workshop, with a stone floor, stone rafters, and a stone roof; I recognize it as being Wall of Stone construction… a basic Wizard tower, really. It's a big pce… roughly sixty feet in diameter, he has an entire floor set up as his workshop, with a cauldron bubbling over a fire, alchemist tools, a summoning circle permanently inscribed on the floor, and symbol spells on banners every few feet hanging from the ceiling… he's floating down from hanging one now.

  I zap him with Dimensional anchor (a Ray spell, because that won't reflect via Spell Turning), Summon three Celestial Dire Lions around him, and shuffle off to the side to keep him guessing at my location.

  I watch him frown directly at me… ah, he's has See Invisibility or something, and his contract means that penetrates my immunity to such from my ring… pity… as he pops off two spells in rapid succession: Banishment, which pops all three of my summoned creatures, sending them back to whence they came in a purple swirl of warped space… and a Quickened Fireball, dropping a bst of fme a good twenty feet in radius right on top of me. I evade it trivially and am unharmed, but then realize I wasn't his target. Destroying the surface in which a Symbol spell resides does destroy the Symbol… but also triggers it. I prioritize survival as I'm bombarded by hostile energies from dozens of the banners that were burned to ash by Chard's spell, far more than Divine Providence can handle… but I live.

  As I look up through the falling ash from the destroyed banners, I'm feeling a little confused, “Why'd you waste those?” I consider, “I mean, I don't really mind the Fireball, it can't hurt me meaningfully, but you clearly put a lot of time and money into those banners you just ashed.”

  “Oh, it was well worth it,” my GOOD FRIEND Chard smiles back at me, “to see the look on your face. I can get singed, though, so let's go downstairs until the workshop cools off, eh? Oh, and do you mind dropping the invisibility?” he frowns briefly, “I can't see you clearly.”

  Huh, must be some weird conflict between my ring and his contract… “No problem,” I dismiss the mentioned spell at my GOOD FRIEND's request, “I'm having trouble remembering why I even bothered.”

  The wonderful little gnome briefly frowns as he sees me clearly, and mumbles, “I thought you were dead….” then shakes his head and smiles, “No matter! You're alive and well, it's always good to have a friend back. This way….”

  I follow him down the crudely shaped stone stairs (Wall of Stone can't do detail work) rgely on autopilot, to a bedroom. The floor, ceiling, and walls are the same roughly-shared stone as the rest of the pce, but he has some nice mahogany furniture, silken sheets on his bed, and a solid iron door that leads… probably outside, it looks like he maybe has a balcony. Hmm… I wonder where we are? I came here via teleportation and a Scrying spell….

  My GOOD FRIEND interrupts my thoughts with a question, “Now, I know this may seem a little out there, but I was hoping you'd let me turn you into a woman for a while…”

  He trails off because I simply shift to my female form, “No need to spend a spell on that.”

  He licks his lips as his face starts to flush… huh, did I tell him about the effect my female form has on men? No matter, it's not that big of a deal if my GOOD FRIEND has the hots for me, and I'm sure ehe knows what he's doing.

  “Ah, that's great,” Chard's breath is already starting to speed up, “Now, I'm not sure how you'll take this, but I'm really… backed up… and I was hoping you might….”

  He trails off because I'm already shifting my clothes onto my shadow and ying down on the bed, “if you want it…” I rub the gap between my legs to start warming myself up, “...all you had to do was ask.”

  He doesn't need any more coaxing, shucking his own clothes as my mother's nude form materializes, “You… still have the curse I pced? Then how… ah, he has one as well, and they're opposed, leaving your default state of one hundred percent pregnancy chance… and you're Charmed. You're supposed to be immune… ah, his contract….”

  Mom keeps rambling meaningless junk as my GOOD FRIEND slides his good-sized ambassador into my chamber. As I moan encouragingly for my GOOD FRIEND so he enjoys himself more, my mother pulls himself together, “Okay, so, I can't stop you, but I can guide you a little… I don't think I can talk you out of a child here... I can try, though: Do you think he'd like some oral? You're pretty good at that.”

  I shrug, “Hey, Chard, BUDDY… you really ought to try my lips….”

  “Oooh…” the gnome smiles, “This is good. I really enjoy the view from here, and your inner walls are gripping me wonderfully… but tell you what: Let me finish off inside you here, and we can try it down your throat too, all right?”

  “Sounds good to me,” I smile as my GOOD FRIEND continues pistoning, and… ooh, there's that little kick and spsh as he grunts in satisfaction.

  “Yeah, I didn't think that would work given how fast this idiot goes off,” my mom shakes his head, “but at least now you're going to be in control.”

  I watch as the WONDERFUL gnome shifts into a slightly shorter and slightly fatter version of my current form (minus the spell-induced wings) and starts scissoring me. My mom makes a suggestion, “That whole ‘stealing people's souls’ thing is evil, and will have him bound for millennia of torment… do you mind asking him to stop trapping souls and feeding them to his diabolic sponsor, so that your good friend has a chance at ending up in a better pce?”

  “Sure Mom… or should I call you Dad?...” I telepathically reply and verbally speak to Chard, “Say… how about you stop doing the whole ‘trapping souls for the lower pnes’ thing? It's not going to end well for you.”

  Being freshly turned, my newest spawn doesn’t talk back at all, she just nods enthusiastically as she continues grinding her pelvis against mine. Hmm… feels nice.

  “That's good… and I haven't cared what words you use for me in a very long time; I always let you use feminine forms so you'd grow up without much confusion with others, and just got used to it myself,” my mother chuckles, “you'll ‘get’ that priority once your own child starts talking to you, although I don't think you've ever really cared anyway.” She pauses, “So tempting to roll this back… but no, my brother's been letting me know you won't learn if I don't let you make mistakes, and if I roll this back the gnome's a problem again… so you're just going to need to be a mother… and deal with your own little natural lycanthrope. Hmm… ‘He’ is a 'good friend' to you right now, so you won't do anything directly bad… where’s his little Cacodaemon familiar… pity you can't just ask. Your new thralls are non-verbal.”

  “Don't need to…” I grunt back while grinding, “...there's only one Outsider in Telepathy range. That's… ooh… going to be him.”

  “Ah. Great.” My mother considers, her bare chest dripping milk to nowhere like always when she's appearing like this, “Well… given that the familiar will eat Chard's soul when he dies, it'd be a good thing if that beast were to die, right?”

  Ooh, now I'm getting there… “YES…” I scream out as my body rewards my current activities, “...and yes.”

  “So…” my mother thinks, “Ms. Woudrazed here would REALLY enjoy a nice thick rod in her baby bakery, and her doing someone else would free you to take care of that little problem for her, wouldn't it?”

  “It would…” I cheerfully agree, as I mentally locate a group of humanoids and switch back to verbal speech, “Hey, Chard, you know, there's like a dozen folks just outside, I'm sure they'd love to fill you up like you really want….”

  The woman immediately stops grinding me and rushes back to the stairs. I chuckle and shift my clothes back on as I get up. I frown slightly as I find I can’t shift back to my male form to make them fit properly.

  Mom helps with that, “Oh, maybe that enchantment aura on you is preventing you from shifting? Try targeting it with Dispel Magic.”

  I do and… oh. Umm. Ugh. I HATE mind control. Shaking my head, I speak up, “Thanks for getting me out of that mess.”

  I pause, and start giving telepathic orders to my quarry, “Rather than ske your lusts… do you mind bringing your familiar to me?”

  The reply from Chard is garbled, but I think it's a yes? She certainly changes direction and starts heading towards her familiar.

  Now all I need to do is wait, and kill the little beast, maybe see if my control over my spawn extends to literal suicide. One thing though… “Ah, M…Dad?… why are you still here? I've been out of it for a bit….”