Jeff glared at his now-portly older brother. He had mostly gotten over his first card. Taking time to think, he realized it was a blessing in disguise, unlike the next 3 cards his brother's and dad had picked. He rolled the dice and moved his character to the square. Some writing wriggled onto the square, Jeff leaning forward to read it. "Always at the end, but not for long. Draw 2 and take the lead."
Jeff's eyes bulged, looking at his brother's for help. Tony was trying not to laugh, but his new jiggly body betrayed him wobbling from his stiffed snickers. Steven was still distracted with his own changes, though he had calmed down, running his fingers through the dense forest covering him. "Well, go on Jeff. No point in waiting." Dan urged, motioning with a flabby arm.
Jeff reluctantly picked up the first card. "Congrat's on the Scholarship bro [35]" Jeff turned the card over, quizically. "What the hell does that mean?" Jeff idly rubbed his chest through the novelty tee he was wearing. But something felt wrong. He looked down, seeing the shiny material of a sports jersey and the upside down image of the local university's football team. He grunted as his body contracted and spasmed. Beneath his shirt, dense muscle packed onto his frame. It was difficult to tell, but he was sitting on on his seat as his spine lengthened to a healthy 6'3" stature. Meaty, square pecs jutted out of his chest and pulling the jersey taught as Jeff's features hardened, losing baby fat and innocence as he grew to the age of 22. As the spasm's subsided, Jeff stood up suddenly, knocking his chair back in the process. He looked down at his quads, no longer hidden behind the sweat pants. His massive dick was encased in a jockstrap, which was barely holding on as is. Jeff felt his face, feeling its hard edges and the well trimmed goatee framing his chin.
"Yo, bro! This is fuckin' awesome!"
"Jeff, watch your language!" Dan scolded. Jeff snorted, waiving off his father dismissively. "Ya ya, whatever fatso." Jeff got up from the table, and went into the kitchen, returning with a beer, guzzling it down. Tony glared daggers at his younger brother. "Don't forget, Jeff, you need to draw another card.
Jeff chocked and sputtered. "Uh, right..." His new baritone was as uncertain as it was only a minute ago. Gingerly, he picked up another card, reading it aloud. "You love your body, so does everyone else. You don't mind sharing [100]." Jeff didn't get a chance to question, a stirring in his loins stopped all thoughts. His jersey was suddenly very itchy, and it took all his focus (and the coach's training) to take it off instead of just ripping it off.
"Oh that feels soooo much better." Jeff's voice had gone up half an octave, and now had an insistent sexual pur to it. The three other men in the room didn't want to mention it, but they all couldn't stop staring at Jeff's toned physique. Eventually Steven, through dry lips, pipped up. "Uh, Dan. Its your turn."