The Board Game - Part 9

For a few moments, both Jay and Steve simply watched as Gordon seemed to revel in his newly fattened body. Having previously been changed to lust after obese men and then suddenly becoming one himself was too much of an experience for him to remain civil, and so Gord was caressing his corpulence and frantically jerking off completely heedless of his two friends.

Steve grunted and nudged Jay with his shoulder. After so many rolls, Steve now seemed almost as heavy as Jay when he first started the game. His spherical belly now sagged over his middle, and even the dense hair covering his chest couldn’t hide the distinct folds that denoted his more breast-like pecs.

“You go,” Steve said, his voice sounding deep and guttural.

Jay looked down at his now trim body, sighed, and picked up the dice. He tried not to look at the quivering mass that was busily having his second orgasm in as many minutes right next to him.

He rolled the dice and watched as the green glow left a new rhyme in the center of the board.

You lament the loss of all your lard,

To gain weight back won't be too hard,

With every throw you’ll change your mind,

As pounds return as strength in kind.

“I wish just one of these would be even a little straightforward,” Jay griped as a green tendril shot from the board to coat his entire body in an eldritch light. It felt warm and inviting, and despite himself, Jay could feel his porn-star cock start to harden.

Which wasn’t the only thing hardening. As Jay watched through the green glow he could see the musculature of his arms and shoulders tense and then swell, his pecs bulging into a shelf of dense muscle that he could barely see past. Abs, quads, bis, and tris all popped and swelled like a cartoon until Jay was no longer the average build he was before. Now he was closer to that of an amateur bodybuilder.

The glow faded and Jay took a moment to inspect his new body. “Well, this isn’t so bad either,” he said, trailing a hand over his rock hard pecs and cobblestone abs.

Steve couldn’t help but admire Jay’s new form as well, and he easily reached below his bulging belly with ape-like arms to grasp his now horse-like member. The added pounds from Jay’s roll--a 6 and a 2, Steve noticed--didn’t even seem to register on his bulk, and Steve realized he looked like a sumo-sized neanderthal by this point in the game. A part of him was horrified at what he’d become, but another part couldn’t help but revel in his instincts, in the incredible pleasure that his massive fuckstick provided him. And that part was winning.

Gord let out a dull moan from the other end of the table to signal his third orgasm since becoming a blimp. It didn’t seem to Jay like he planned on stopping until it was his turn again.