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The Board Game - Part 11
🕑 Added 2018-11-22 04:39:40 +0000 UTC “It’s your turn, fatass,” Steve said in his newly gruff voice and still rubbing his newly bald head. He was happy with being human once again, but he was less happy with the type of human he’d become.But at least he wasn’t like Gord. The near-700 lb man was still idly wobbling his own colossal gut and playing with his tits, a pool of cum drying from between thighs as large as a telephone pole. Maybe even bigger.
Gord’s sunken eyes had a blissed-out expression. He was as happy as could be, the combined curse of lusting for fat and then becoming the fattest thing he could imagine doing a double-whammy to his pleasure centers. He didn’t care to continue the game. Continuing might mean more changes. What if he became as thin as Jay?
“Look, we gotta finish this, dude. It’s the only way to get back to normal,” said Jay, taking the dice and handing it to Gord. When Gord made no move to pick up the dice, Jay instead reached over, lifted one of his drooping tits, placed the dice within the fold, and then let the tit back down with the two dice wedged in the flab.
Finally noticing that something was amiss, Gord twisted his body enough that the two dice came tumbling down his torso to land on the board. He was still trying to figure out what just happened when there was a flash of green and a new rhyme appeared.
You’ve turned into a jiggling hulk,
And covet all your quivering bulk,
The game cannot abide your greed,
Half lard to your friends you’ll feed.
“Uh oh,” said Steve just as a beam of green connected all three men.
As with every roll, the changes began slowly. Gord didn’t even notice as his billowing form began to recede, still luxuriating in his excess flesh. But after a few moments, his movements became faster as he found it easier to reach parts of his anatomy than previous. He let out an almost panicked moan as his flab was taken and then given to both Jay and Steve in equal measure.
For Jay, the changes were pronounced. His previously muscular form began to fill in, his cobblestone abs and striated musculature disappearing almost instantly beneath a layer of chub. Soon his features began to round out, starting with his cheeks and torso, his previously clear-cut frame becoming more bulbous. Jay’s pecs inflated outward and then sagged into obvious moobs, his nipples enlarging with them. His formerly flat stomach bowed out and then it too sagged over his waistline as a clear set of lovehandles poured over his sides. Arms and legs thickened as his neck disappeared beneath a double chin and rising shoulder meat.
Meanwhile, Steve already had a healthy layer of meat on his new bearish frame, but the green glow catapulted him into obesity almost instantly. His dome-like belly simply inflated with each breath until it pressed into sagging pecs-turned-breasts. Hairy legs grew as wide as tree trunks as his burly chest grew almost as far as his gut.
The fringe of vestigial hair that surrounded Steve’s scalp was pushed upward as more and more fat filled up Steve’s neck and face. Folds of flesh appeared on Steve’s back as he grew a thickened hide that seemed to make his dense hair somewhat less so as his body expanded.
Gord continued to clutch at his torso as he shrank, eventually stopping at a mere 400 lbs--still large by any measure, but a mere trifling of his former bulk. Both Jay and Steve seemed to stop around 350 lbs, but with very contrasting frames: whereas Jay’s body seemed to be all bulging thickness, with perky tits and gravity-defying glutes, Steve’s bearish body distributed its bulk like a suit of armor, each fur-covered plate fitted perfectly with its neighbor save for a crease or two.
Jay then felt his body pack on a few more pounds, although it made him feel stronger rather than heavier. “Oh, right, I gain strength too,” he remembered, then he checked the number rolled: 12.
Gord’s piece had actually reached the center of the board. There was a flash, and a new green light appeared.
