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The Board Game - Part 2
🕑 Added 2018-07-11 20:17:36 +0000 UTCWHOOPS! I totally forgot part of this chapter! My bad! Updated now :)
Your health concerns were not unfounded,
But now your appetite is unbounded,
Back in time this change persists,
And affects your weight as it exists.
“Guys, I feel funny,” Jay said as his piece moved on its own over the table. It felt like something was welling up inside, a feeling of intense hunger, like he wanted to eat everything in the house.
As though in a trance, Jay stood up, marched to the kitchen, and began eating almost everything in the cupboards, all to the stunned stares of his compatriots. As he did, his already sizeable belly began to grow larger and larger.
Jay was already a big man by medical standards, but within minutes he’d gone beyond being merely overweight and and flew headlong into obesity. His shirt and pants ripped revealing Jay’s new corpulent mass, his sleeves torn to the shoulder as his belly flopped down into a true apron. His jeans tried to contain the advancing tide of Jay’s ass but soon lost that battle explosively, the almost spherical moons wobbling with their newfound freedom.
After 10 minutes of his eating spree, the kitchen was covered in empty containers, chip and cookie bags, and whatever else Jay could shove in his mouth without cooking. He’d gone from 300 to 500 lbs, and even his newly acquired length still couldn’t be seen beneath his newly acquired bulk while naked.
Then something strange happened. Jay’s growth had rendered him nude, but as Gord and Steve watched his garments began to stitch themselves back together to cover Jay’s newfound enormity, 2XL shirts going to 5XL, 44-inch pants going to 70-inch. Once again fully clothed, Jay found his mind filled with a new history, similar to what he remembered but now there wasn’t a moment when he wasn’t constantly eating.
Gord and Steve remembered it too, although all three also remembered Jay as he once was.
With a bag of chips in hand, Jay waddled back to the table. One seat was no longer sufficient to carry him, so Gord got another from the living room so he had one for each buttcheek.
“This suddenly isn’t as cool as I thought it would be,” Jay said, his voice somehow deeper thanks to the added bulk.
“Yeah, it looks like all these rolls aren’t going to be winners,” Steve said with a wince.
“Don’t say ‘rolls’,” Jay quipped, grabbing the top-most rolls his flab formed while sitting and jiggling them for the table. Both Gordon and Steve shivered.
“It’s your turn, Steve,” Gord said, and Steve grabbed the dice and tossed them onto the board.
Steve hesitated. “Guys, I dunno. This isn’t what I signed up for. What if I get turned into a whale too?”
“Gee, thanks,” Jay scoffed between handfuls of chips.
“I’m serious! This was just supposed to be a game. We can get up and leave right now, just put this thing away and never speak of it again.”
“Oh, and leave me ‘a whale’?” Jay shot back, his twin chins shaking. “Nuh uh. I wasn’t exactly an Adonis, but I don’t wanna go the rest of my life with a bag of chips in both hands. We gotta finish this.”
Steve sighed. “I’m scared.”
Gord, who had been silent throughout this exchange, nodded and held out his hand. Steve looked up at the giant man, grateful, and dropped the dice into his massive mitt.
Or would have, except Gord had removed his hand at the last minute. The dice clattered to the board and landed on 8.
“Asshole!” Steve shouted. Gord only smirked.
There was the flash of light and another rhyme appeared on the board as Steve’s piece moved silently forward.
Your lack of size has your partners blue,
Now all their rolls will come to you.
Steve waited. And waited. But nothing happened. “Huh. Guess it was a dud?”
“I dunno about that,” Gord grumbled as he reached for the dice for his roll: a 12.
Your love of lightness made your bored,
Big excites from this point forward.
Gord frowned at the rhyme. He knew what the first part meant--he’d always lusted for waiflike, mousey-looking guys. But the second part could go in a number of ways.
“I wonder what that means,” Jay said, and then Gord knew precisely what. One look at Jay’s enormity and he could feel his new, horse-like organ begin to fill with blood, stretching down his pant’s leg. He’d never have thought that morbid obesity could be so attractive, so undeniably sexy. Jay’s expansive belly, hefty tits, and wide, round face were like those of a Greek god. It was all he could do to keep himself from leaping over the table and ravishing Jay where he sat atop two chairs.
“Hey, Gord?” Steve snapped his fingers in front of Gord’s face. He glanced at Steve, angry to have his attention from the fat demigod broken for even an instant, and then realized he’d been staring wantonly.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled again, shifting uncomfortably to try to get his cock to calm down. Even the slightest movement caused his massive member to rub against denim, sending electric shivers up his spine.
“Uh, I don’t think I am,” Steve announced. He’d always been the slightest of the group, barely 150 pounds soaking wet--the kind of guy that Gord would have gone after before. But as the group watched Steve’s sharp and angular features began to fill in, his flat abdominal bowing out ever so slightly into a small but undeniable paunch.
“Oh god, I think I know what this is,” he said and got up to head to the bathroom scale. Sure enough, he’d gained 12 pounds.
After sitting back down, Steve told the boys his new curse. “We need to finish this game as quickly as possible. Every roll we make, I gain that much weight.”
“Pfft,” Jay scoffed. “We’d have to play for a year for you to get to my size.”
“I’d be okay with being across a table with you for that long,” Gordon said. Jay stared back open-mouthed, never having experienced such an open flirt from the big man.
“Right, it’s my turn,” Jay announced, then tried to reach to grab the dice. Unfortunately, his arms couldn’t reach past his bulk, so Gord had to hand him the dice.
