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Wheel of Change Returns p5
🕑 Added 2024-07-16 03:16:14 +0000 UTCWheel of Change Returns p5.
Frank followed the strange bunny woman to a backyard. “So, what kind of game are we going to play?”
She tugged at her long, floppy ear. “Oh, you will see.” She put a board in between them. “Want to take a spin and test your luck, big boy?” She giggled. “Or maybe. . . just maybe take a sip out of this cup.” She held up a strange glass cup with feminine features.
He took it out of her hand. “I don’t think I have seen a bottle with such curves before.” He gasped as he swore, he heard the bottle moan. “I think I might be a bit high.” He set it down on the grass next to him.”
“Oh, you aren’t high. But you will be soon.” Alie giggled. “So, what do you say? Want to play with me? With us?”
“Us?” Frank arched an eyebrow. “Who else is here?”
“Oh, you will soon see, my dear. Just spin the wheel.”
“If I do, then can we play.”
She licked her lips. “Of course.”
He reached down and spun the wheel. “Sold.” His eyes widened as a small game piece seemed to materialize on the board. “What the hell?” A seven appeared, and his little game piece moved along the board. “This is strange now, isn’t it?”
“A latecomer you are, and for that, you must catch up. Embrace your inner bimbo or induce a penalty.”
Frank shook his head. “What the hell does that mean? I don’t have an inner bimbo.” He grabbed the board. “I think this thing is. . .” His eyes widened. “What the hell?” He gulped as he realized there was bright pink nail polish on his nails. “Where did that come from?”
“Aww, you have such cute nails.”
“What are you talking about? I never paint these.” He gulped as his nails grew well past his fingers. “Ahh, what is happening?”
“Welcome to the game, hun.” Alie jumped about. “You will just love it.” She kissed him on the mouth, sending weird sensations through his body. His ass tingled, pressing tightly against his jeans.
“I. . . feel fucking odd.” As he rubbed his ass, he realized his butt was growing, swelling. “I want to, like, stop this now.” He giggled, his voice raising in pitch. “What the hell?” He covered his mouth as his butt slipped out of the top of his pants. “Like my voice, it sounds so. . . I sound like a woman.”
The new sensations in his chest only made this realization more evident. As Frank looked down, he could see his tank top start to poke outward. “I. . . are those. . . boobs?” He giggled. “Am I getting boobies?” He shook his head. “Why would I say that? I am not a bimbo. That board is like wrong. Ugh my head.” His now soft hand rubbed against his head. “My head is like getting fuzzy.”
Alie hugged him. “I am here to make it better. Let it out. Let her out.”
As Alie rubbed his body, he could only moan, his boobs swelling bigger and pushing his tank top out. They were already c-cups, big enough for the bunny girl to squeeze. “Fuck.” Frank moaned. “Rub my nipples.”
“Okay, girl.”
Frank tried to fight these urges, but he couldn’t; she couldn’t? It was becoming too hazy. “My boobies. So sensitive. Fuck!” As Alie rubbed his swelling nipples, he almost bit his lips, his hands on his growing ass. “Soo good.”
“Well, being a nice curvy lady is great.” Alie slapped her own ass. “Now give me a kiss.” She thrust her tongue down his throat.
“Oh god, she tastes sooo good. Or is that me? I am like fucking great. Ohhh.” He slammed his to the ground, his swelling boobs pressing into his body and starting to rip through his shirt. “My dick feels weird. Wait, why would I have a dick? Hawt ladies like me don’t have them. I. . . ohhhhh!” His cock slowly retracted into a deep pussy, ready to be played with. “That feels better.”
“You look so cute.” Frank cut her off, kissing Alie on the lips. But the bunny pushed him away. “Now come on, hun. Don’t you want to see my turn?”
Frank crossed his arms. “I just want to have fun. I am all hot and horny. Why do you have to make me just sit here?” He sneered at her. “Why can’t we just embrace each other all day and all night long?”
Alie giggled. “Someone is enjoying themselves.” She leaned down. “But we have to play the game. It will only spice things up.”
“No.” He stood up. “I am going to go find someone who will appreciate my new and. . .” He tapped his sweaty chin. “I can’t even like think of the word. I am just going to find a lucky lad or lady to let bounce on me.”
“Wait!” Alie snorted. “You have to finish the game, or you will be stuck like that!”
“Sold!”
Alie took a deep breath. “He will be back.” She looked down at the board. “Okay, it’s my turn.” She spun the wheel, and it landed on a two. “Fuck!” Her piece moved two spaces as she waited to see what fate awaited her this time.
“Growth is what you desire, but can you handle your biggest wish. Every fifteen minutes, you shall grow a little bigger until your next turn, or you use your friend as the Drink Me potion they are meant to be. Careful. You could grow and grow for all eternity.”
Alie blinked her eyes. “Yay, I can grow again.” She scratched at her chin. “Wait, what was that part about me growing for all of eternity.” She gritted her teeth as she suddenly shot up two feet. “Ouff!” Her boobs bounced about, and she looked around. “That was. . . abrupt.” She moaned. “I barely had time to enjoy myself. But if I can keep growing, I might as well keep it on my turn for a while.” She rubbed her paws together. “Let me get to a desirable height after all. Let the age of Alie begin!”
