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The Board Game - Part 1
🕑 Added 2018-06-26 03:01:58 +0000 UTC “What did you say this board game is called?” Jay asked.Gordon shrugged his beefy shoulders and placed the box on the table. “Fumango.”
“Huh. Sounds like a copyright,” commented Steve with a sneer. “Can’t we just play Risk like we always do?
“Aw, c’mon, live a little,” Gordon said, using his bulk to shove the waif-like Steve down into his seat. Gordon wasn’t exactly a powerlifter, but he ate a lot and worked at a warehouse lifting heavy boxes all day, so he might as well have been.
“Fine,” Steve said, resigned. “How do we play?”
“There’s no instructions,” Jay said, waving a pudgy hand at the empty space beneath the game board. Jay shared Gordon’s appetite but sat behind a desk all day, and it showed. None of his friends could see his belt buckle while Jay was standing up, and he frequently rested game pieces on his prodigious gut.
“Welp, can’t play a game without instructions,” Steve said. “I’ll go find Risk.”
“Sit your ass down,” Gordon bellowed, and Steve sat back down chastened. At literally half his size, Steve generally listened to Gordon.
“Huh. These pieces are oddly intricate,” Jay said, holding a piece between two sausage-like fingers. “It even sort of looks like you, Gord.”
Frowning, Gordon took the piece and studied it. It did bear a passing resemblance, at least in terms of build. Same wide shoulders, thick arms and legs, and sizeable paunch.
Gordon then picked up the second piece and compared them. This one was large as well, but very clearly obese. “This looks like your piece,” he said and offered it to Jay.
“Woah. That’s creepy,” he said, studying the portly playing piece.
“And I guess this one’s mine,” said Steve, taking his rail-thin piece. “I feel like I’m going to break this thing.”
“That’s how I normally feel around you,” Gordon said with a smirk. Steve threw a friendly punch to Gordon’s shoulder--it felt like striking a punching bag made out of lead.
“So where do we start?” Steve asked, and then there was a flash of light and everyone’s piece was already on the board at opposite corners.
“Uh. Did you guys see that?” Jay asked. A pair of nods answered him.
They all sat in silence for a moment before Gordon suddenly produced a pair of dice in his hand. He looked at them as though they were on fire.
“I didn’t bring these dice guys… they just appeared,” he said, voice low with concern. “This is starting to freak me out.”
“Yeah, me too,” Steve agreed.
“C’mon guys, it’s a game. Just roll the dice,” Jay prodded. Gordon swallowed and then tossed the dice on to the board. They came up with 6.
As if by magic his piece moved forward 6 places. “What the fuck,” Gordon said, and then stopped as he saw the center of the board began to glow. Everyone peered over the board to look at the strange, eldritch light. Then it faded, and in its place were a few short lines of prose.
Your manly length was never the bestest,
But now all your cocks will match the largest.
“What the fuck,” Jay repeated Gord’s sentiment. “What the fuck does that mean? ‘Cocks will match the largest’?”
“I have no idea,” Gordon started, then stopped. He felt something, down there, as though something in his pants was expanding. A feeling deep in his gut as though something were unreeling, and a feeling of his jeans, already tight from his bulk, getting even tighter in the crotch area.
From across the table, Gordon could see that Jay’s expressed was also screwed up in worry and confusion. Only Steve seemed unphased.
“Excuse me guys, I gotta go the bathroom,” Jay said, and then stood up and lumbered past. A few moments later and both men heard Jay yell in surprise. Gordon and Steve merely looked at one another and waited for Jay to return.
He did, with his belt unbuckled and pants around his ankles. “Guys, you will not believe this,” Jay stammered, and continued, “but I’ve had a pretty… okay, small dick for most of my life, and now I’m hung. Like, hung.”
Judging by the bulge in Jay’s briefs, both Steve and Gordon were inclined to believe him.
Then Gordon stood up, undid his fly, and peered down into his groin in front of everyone. Sure enough, his formerly thick but relatively modest cock had grown into something closer to what he’d seen in porn; the thick, uncut head nearly reaching out to the middle of his hip completely soft.
“Me too,” he mumbled.
“Wait, what?” Steve said, then performed the same actions as Gordon so that everyone had their pants undone. “I’m the same as always…”
“Yea, because we’re now as big as you are,” said Gordon, realizing what the rhyme meant. “‘Cocks will match the largest’. You had the biggest dick, so now our dicks are the same size as yours.”
“Holy shit,” Jay breathed and then pulled his elastic underwear outward for a second look at his new equipment. “You’re really packin, Steve!”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, cheeks turning crimson.
“I’m not complaining,” Jay said, hiking up his pants and sitting down, although he left his fly and belt undone.
“Me neither,” Gordon replied, and sat down as well. “Guess it’s your turn,” he said, and then handed the dice to Jay.
