Below the break you can find the beginning of a new backer driven story (meaning its being written/posted like a poll driven one but with just one person seeing the polls). It’s an Alaria story, but it’s something a little different. This will be my first attempt at an Isekai story.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: It’s a small starter entry at about 2,500 words and no sex scene. In the future readers should expect it to develop into a harem story.

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Prologue: From Another World

In the center of a misty meadow lay an unmoving figure. It was a large figure, a male member of the Colossi race. It lay naked, eyes closed, its chest slowly rising and falling as it breathed in the damp, crisp morning air.

A wind began to blow, causing ripples to run through the dew-covered grass and flowers filling the meadow. When the breeze reached the Colossi he gasped in deep, as though inhaling the wind.

His eyes shot open. He sat up. “Where am I?” When no answer came he looked around, confused by what he saw. “Everything looks so… strange. So… unreal, yet more real than I’ve ever seen the world look. Everything is… off. The colors. The smells. The feel…” He trailed off as he ran his hands through the damp grass around him.

Almost absentmindedly he looked down at his hands. He stopped moving them, staring in confusion. “Not MY hands,” he muttered. He held both his hands up, turning them from side to side and staring in disbelief. “NOT my hands. Too big. But I can feel they ARE mine. What is going on? What’s happened to me?”

He rose, groaning as he stood. “My whole body is wrong,” he declared. Once standing he wiggled his feet and moved his arms and legs, stretching and flexing his muscles. “My body never felt this… powerful. And I’m tall, MUCH taller than I was,” he added as he stood straight. “Maybe seven, eight feet tall? Far, FAR bigger than I was.”

When he looked down it was to try and judge his exact height, but the sight of his manhood derailed his train of thought. The size of it, dangling flaccid yet still shockingly large to his eyes, made him gasp. “Much, MUCH bigger,” he said happily. “It’ll be a fucking monster when it’s hard.”

There would be time for that later. He still had no idea where he was or how he’d got there. Looking around he took in the sights surrounding him. The misty meadow he stood in was covered in slightly rolling small hills, only one or two of them tall enough for him to hide behind. There were a few trees spread through the mist-shrouded landscape along with a tranquil creek running through it.

In the far distance there seemed to be a vast forest in every direction, at least he thought there was. Everything that far away was so shrouded by heavy mists that he couldn’t be certain. Thinking maybe there might be answers at the forest’s edge he started walking that way.

Soon he found himself turning direction to head towards the center of the meadow. At first he didn’t notice, only slowly becoming aware of the feeling drawing him forward. It was a power, immense but invisible. He felt it more when the breeze kicked up around him. In those moments he could almost hear it whispering to him.

Each of those breezes left something behind, soaking deep into him. Whatever it was left him feeling changed. Stronger. More powerful. Not physically, but in some other way. Some way that hadn’t been part of his body before he’d woken here, wherever here was.

He noticed a faint red glow to these breezes infusing him with unseen power. The stronger the glow the more it seemed to spark, an expression of aggression perhaps? No… That word felt wrong. It was more… antagonistic?

Whatever it was, the breeze was not natural, he was certain of that. There was a magical quality to it. But that seemed crazy. Magic wasn’t real! At least it wasn’t real where he’d been BEFORE waking up here. Maybe this was another world? One where magic WAS real?

Although unsure what the magical breeze was he started to notice that he wasn’t the only thing it was infusing with its power. The misty meadow had scattered patches of wildflowers, their petals vibrant blues, purples, and yellows. Every time the magical breeze blew past that sparking red energy soaked into the flowers, leaving their petals changed. Looking back he could trace his meandering path through the meadow by finding the trail of now red flowers.

He knelt by a patch of wildflowers whose color had recently been changed to red. Holding a hand near them he could FEEL the change, feel the power that had soaked into them. Perhaps he felt it so acutely because so much of it had soaked into him. He could feel the flowers were STILL being changed. Perverted. Corrupted.

“Corrupted,” he muttered as he stood up and looked around. “THE Corruption,” he said with a nod as though things were starting to make sense. “I know where I am. This is the world of Alaria! But that’s impossible… Yet what other explanation is there? I’ve woken up in another world. But how? Why?”

He looked down, remembering how different his body was. His focus fell on his manhood, reminding him how different IT was. That made him think about how different Alaria was from the world he’d come from. Slowly a smile spread across his face as he remembered just how deeply perverse of a place Alaria was.

“Doesn’t matter how I got here,” he declared. “What matters is I’m here. I know this world. I know that here, in this body, I’ll be able to indulge in every sick, perverted fantasy I’ve ever had. It’s what this world was made for!”

A strong gust of wind picked up, blowing a thick stream of sparking red energy through then past the Colossi. He felt it was trying to tell himself, calling him forward.

Following it he noticed read mushrooms sprouting in the grass where the magical breeze went. He recognized them. Tookabrew Mushrooms. They only grew in places where The Corruption was strong. Their spore clouds could do things to people, priming them biologically to act in more perverse ways.

The sight of them swelled his heart. “This is Alaria all right,” he sighed, thinking back on fond memories of all the perverse stories he’d read of this world.

Eventually the magical wind took him to the top of the largest swell of ground in the meadow. There it swirled in a little whirlwind that eventually coalesced on the ground becoming… something. At first he thought it was a bundle of sticks, but on closer inspection he saw it was a wooden staff made of interwoven branches or roots. The top was bulbous and knotted while the bottom tapered off into a pointed end.

He was drawn to it. It was powerful. When he picked it up he felt himself connect with the power. It was being given to him. He would be in command of whatever the staff could do, and although he didn’t yet know what that was he felt that its power would only grow his own.

Plant it.

He looked around, uncertain if he’d heard the word with his ears or in his mind.

Plant the Staff of Corruption.

This time he was certain he’d heard the words in his mind. Was it the staff speaking to him or was it The Corruption itself?

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, greedy for the power being offered him. Without a further moment’s hesitation he held the staff high then used his powerful muscles to drive its pointed bottom deep into the dirt.

Almost at once the staff began to grow. He stepped back, watching it take root as it became a small tree. It kept going, its roots boring deep into the ground as sparking red power swirled around it. He backed up even further as the tree quickly grew to his height, then doubled, then grew three times as tall as him.

The branches spreading out sprouted strange leaves. Red at first then fading to gray. As that color change began he noticed that the trunk of the tree was growing progressively thicker. Its bark grew thicker too, reshaping into rectangular patterns that reminded him of brickwork.

As the tree grew larger the brown bark began to turn gray, looking more like stone bricks with every moment that passed. He had to scramble further back as the massive tree morphed into a gray stone structure that grew ever taller.

With a final swirling of red sparking power the thing took its final form. It was a tower, the roof shaped in a way that left the whole building suggestively phallic-shaped. “It looks just like a Wizard’s tower,” he said in awe at how quickly the Staff of Corruption had grown into the structure before him. It had to be at least four stories tall, and based on the power he felt radiating from the thing he assumed it was also full of enchanted tools and goodies.

YOUR Wizard’s tower.

“But I’m no Wizard. I know how this world works, but I’ve not FROM here. Knowing what magic can do and being able to use it are two different things.”

You’ll find learning easy. You’ll find the knowledge you need is already inside you, and what isn’t can be learned from the books you’ll find in your tower. You’ve been given the power to indulge all your perverse whims, all your desires be they mundane or deeply taboo. And the more you indulge the more power you’ll gain, allowing you to indulge more and on and on and on.

“Indulge? Oh… Oh yes, I can do that.”

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He wasn’t sure exactly how long it had been since the Staff of Corruption had grown to become his new home. Days? Weeks? Maybe. He was at least confident it hadn’t been months. Enough time had passed for him to settle into his new home, get familiar with his new body, and even wander the surrounding area.

There was a small town not far away from his tower. Aeredale. He’d met the people there. Interacted with them. Grown familiar with how different these people felt to him. Most of them seemed like paper people. Barely real. Just part of the background. Easy to influence. Yet others… They were more real. They had the willpower to try and resist the various powers influencing Alaria. Those were the interesting ones.

It all added to the strangeness of Alaria. It was so different from his old world. There were times he felt the different rules of reality disorienting, especially the passage of time. It often felt that when he was doing mundane or boring things time skipped ahead, while important or enjoyable things slowed time down as if the world were allowing him to savor them.

Or allowing powers that might be watching me to savor them, he thought. That made him chuckle as he thought back to when Alaria had been just a place in stories, existing for the entertainment of people who viewed it as a fictional world. “Another world, one that exists for the entertainment and indulgences of people’s most perverse desires. And here I am, in it. Living in it. Preparing to indulge all my fantasies.”

It was going to be easier than he’d initially thought. The magic that was present in every molecule of the world was astounding. The magic was so ever-present that most of the world’s inhabitants couldn’t see or sense most of it. Yes, there were obvious things like spells, enchanted items, and magical potions. But there was so much more, and so much of that magic felt to him like invisible puppet strings pulling at the world and the people in it.

He was sitting at his study, preparing to begin his journey of perverse indulgence. Before him sat a crystal ball. It was something he’d been practicing with, using it to spy on the locals in Aeredale. He’d watched their private moments. And he’d plucked the invisible strings they couldn’t see but he could, not quite using them like puppets but influencing their thoughts and actions.

“Strings,” he muttered as he reached up. He moved a finger through the air as if plucking a string only he could see.

The crystal ball before him lit up, its clear inside filling with glowing mist. It grew thick then parted to reveal an image of a woman riding a horse down a well-trod path leading to Aeredale.

He put his hands on the crystal ball, willing the image being shown to him to zoom in so he could have a better look at the woman. She was the first to be called to him. He suspected she’d probably be the most important, yet he knew there would be more like her. who he’d use to indulge all his perverse desires.

“Talvia,” he muttered. “Her name is Talvia. I can sense that. But so much else is a mystery… Why is SHE the one that was drawn to me first?”

She was enchantingly beautiful, he’d give her that. A fierce young Human warrior. A bit thick, especially for a woman who looked as physically strong as her, but he liked that.

Her chest was a bit disappointing. Small, almost flat compared to what he preferred. But that could easily change. Alaria was FULL of magic that could change a woman’s breast size, and he had access to much of it inside his tower.

Talvia had shoulder-length red hair. Not the orange-red that was natural in the world he’d come from, but a shade of vibrant red only expensive dye could have made possible there. But he wasn’t there anymore, he was in Alaria. That striking hair was almost certainly “natural”.

If she was being drawn to him that meant she was some kind of hero, most likely an Adventurer. She looked the part, although her attire gave her a darker, more edgy look than he’d expected.

She wore heavy pauldrons shaped like demonic horned faces and thigh-high leg armor. It was all made of black metal and looked as though the armor had been stolen from some mighty demonic warrior. Using his power to try and read her history he saw that’s exactly what they were, only purified so that the enchantments on them would not curse or corrupt her.

The black skirt she wore and billowing fur-lined black cape were also things she’d taken from foes she’d defeated. They too had been purified similarly. Her top was simple and skimpy, leaving her midriff showing. The skirt was open in the front, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her shapely thighs as well.

Yet he had the sense she was barely aware of how sexy the outfit was. It was the fashion in nearly all of Alaria for women to dress like this, especially if one was some kind of Adventurer. Although much about her was closed to him, he could sense she thought of whatever meager sexual urges she felt as being below her.

“No time for sexy thoughts,” he muttered. “She cares only for questing and conquering evil. How delicious. It will make all the dirty perverted things I have planned for her even more satisfying. By the time I’m done with her she’ll be a totally different person…”

“It won’t be long now,” he muttered, watching her ride ever closer to Aeredale. “Not long at all… But how to begin? How to draw her to my tower where the fun will really begin?” He smiled, unsure but eager to find out.