The Board Game - Finale

 Our game is done, of that you see,

We had our fun, we hope you agree,

We leave you with your larger forms,

And one more gift of brand new norms.

“What does that mean?” Jay asked. And then there was one more flash of green light. In an instant, all three men’s minds went blank. Then they refilled with memories that weren’t there before. Gord was never a powerlifter, but a lifelong lover of food who ate himself to obesity from a young age. For Jay, he forgot his slovenly ways and remembered how he joined the high school football team and then kept lifting even after school. He no longer got the cardio that came with football, so he’d put on a few (okay, more than a few), but he was still strong as an ox and hung like one too.

Steve could barely remember high school. He’d always been a big, horny bear, and he’d long since grown into his size and masculinity.

Without any of their knowledge, their naked forms became adorned with ghostly garments. For Steve, it was a leather harness and jockstrap. For Jay, a tight-fitting lifting leotard. For Gord, a pair of torn boxers and a tank top with the nipples cut out.

When the glow finally disappeared the board game was gone. The three big men stared at each other for a few moments as their minds came back to them and each tried to remember why they were there. Then they all remembered at once: it was their regular weekly threesome.

Steve grinned and ran a hand over his smooth scalp. “You boys ready to give Daddy your loads?”

Gord was already rubbing his nipples while Jay got up and slowly started rolling down the top half of his leotard, revealing a smooth, broad, and somewhat flabby chest. Jay’s bulking had lasted for years, and it was really starting to show. Not that Steve minded.

Meanwhile, Gord remained seated, his big hairy tits clearly visible from the cutouts in his tank top. He was always the randiest of the three, and even though his enormous belly practically sat in his lap, it couldn’t quite conceal the monster erection that just poked beyond his sagging gut, so hard and insistent that it managed to lift up Gord’s underbelly to ensure it was clearly visible.

Within seconds, Steve was on his hands and needs smoking Gord’s pole while he continued to pinch and tug nipples so large they were practically eraser heads. After shucking his workout gear, Jay walked up behind Steve and laid his own sizable dick between Steve’s hairy buns. Handily placed lubricant allowed Jay to slather his pole and easily enter Steve’s buttery depths, with Jay’s own hefty paunch soon laying on the small of the bear’s back.

Gord had never lost his love of his own fat. He continued to push and knead his doughy chest and upper belly as Steve blew him. Steve knew how much Gord loved it when his soft body was handled roughly, so he wasn’t gentle when he pushed back Gord’s malleable groin to get at as much dick as possible. Even with most of Gord’s 9-inch cock exposed, his pervasive flab meant that Steve was getting air only when a roll moved out of the way long enough for him to inhale. This caused his breathing to become quickly labored and animalistic, almost like a pig’s snorts.

Meanwhile, Jay just languidly put his whole length in and out of Steve’s hole. He knew that even with his girthy member, Steve was used to cocks as thick as a wrist in his well-worn orifice. It would take the combined efforts of both Jay and Gord’s enormous cocks to eventually get Steve off, which usually took hours and several loads from the two of them. Everyone eventually left extremely satisfied--that’s why they held regular threesomes, after all.