The Board Game - Part 5

Gordon picked up the dice in his meaty mitt and tossed them on the board. They came up with a five and a six: eleven total.

“Nice roll,” commented James. Steve only grunted but seemed to appreciate the high number. Then the lights in the center began to swirl and a new rhyme appeared:

Already aroused by what you see,

You'll soon not be able to contain your glee.

Break free from denim's tight confines,

And gain a shape distinctly equine.

“Wait, what? What does ‘equine’ mean?” Asked Gord, obviously confused.

“Howrse,” Steve tried to say with enlarged incisors and an obvious underbite. It was quite garbled and to James and Gord it sounded more like “house”.

They all say expectantly waiting for something to happen. Beads of sweat started to appear on Gord’s forehead, but after a few moments, nothing seemed to occur. Then a strained grimace crossed Gord’s face.

“What? What’s happening?” James asked.

There was a ripping sound, then the sound of a zipper forcefully being torn open. Then there was a thump as though someone had just struck the underside of the table with their fist, only everyone’s hands were already near the playing board. Then there was another bump, and then a third, each one sounding like it was striking the table further and further from where Gord was sitting.

And on each thump the grimace tightened, as though something sensitive was being struck.

Then it stopped. Both James and Steve just started at Gord’s sweating face.

“I don’t want to look,” Gord admitted.

James smirked. “Well, I do!”

It was a struggle for someone as large as James to peer below the table. He couldn’t just bend down with his enormous belly in the way. Instead, he got up and then carefully knelt down to poke his head under the table, his gut scraping the floor as he descended. What he saw took his breath away.

Extending from Gord’s groin longer than a foot was a massive cock in mottled pink and dark brown colors. The almost trumpet-like flared head was pressing into the underside of the table just past Gord’s knees, and James could see it flex every so often as though wishing to burst through even the table itself. In the center of the long shaft was a ring, and further in, he could see what appeared to be an animalistic sheath covering the base and several inches up the shaft. Two huge balls hung below the chair in a leather and lightly-furred sac.

“Holy fuck,” James shouted. “You’re hung like a horse. Literally!”

Gord could only groan. “I think I’d be a lot happier with Steve’s unit,” he grumbled, then finally leaned back to get a view of himself. He could only see the first few inches, but the arm-sized shaft poking through his completely wrecked jeans was more than enough to confirm.

Steve seemed to be chuckling, although as a Neanderthal it sounded more like grunting. “Fuck off, Steve,” Gord shouted, but then stopped as he noticed something. Steve’s transformation had certainly given him a bulk he’d never possessed before, but as Gord watched he seemed to thicken even more, the obvious muscles receding slightly beneath a thickened layer of skin. His formerly flat-as-a-board waist bowed out slightly under a new amount of pudge. The whole effect was almost gorilla-like.

If Gord had to guess, Steve just gained 11 pounds.

“Glass houses, furball. You’re going to be a fat-ass neanderthal if we don’t finish this game soon,” Gord shot back, which caused Steve’s grunt-laughs to stop mid-chuckle.

The two had forgotten about James, but then Gord felt a chubby hand grasp his cock and a tongue lick from one end of his fist-sized gland to the other. He shuddered, then moaned, gripping the sides of the table until his knuckles were white.

Steve knew exactly what James was doing from Gord’s reaction, and his own neanderthal prick began to stir from its forest of fur.