You Pick up the dice and hand the Carnie the last of your money, this is the last roll you'll be able to make.
You roll the dice in front of You
6-3-2-6. 18 altogether!
The dice transform before you as do your surroundings. You are in your parent's basement, laid out in front of you is a table with internet printouts of an rpg game "My Tiny Horse: Magical Friendship!" as well as a character sheet and the polyhedral dice you just rolled for stats. It's your favorite game!
Wait , where did that thought come from. "MTH is only for little girls and losers." you think to yourself. even as the though enters your head, it exits not as your own words but as the words you've heard since the start of HS from everyone who has bullied you.
The room begins to transform around you, not as the storage space that it once was but as your room, like it has always been. a racecar bed forms in the corner as the changes sweep the room. Shelves form filled with manga, anime DVDs, and MTH videos and figurines. a single desk dominates the room with your gaming rig on it, the desk covered with food wrappers, plates, empty soda bottles and , underneath, a garbage can filled to the brim with old yellowed tissues, tissues you have stopped using, being too lazy to empty the bin and having reverted to just painting the underside of the desk or a spare sock with cum. posters now decorate the walls and though dominated again by your love of MTH, hentai posters are proudly displayed throughout. the carpeted floor becomes stained and sticky in spots. emanating from the bed and the long disused dresser is a layers of filthy clothes, sweat and food stained wifebeaters, shirts reeking of BO, and briefs, yellowed from urine stains and cum , most with a distinctive skidmark in the back all crusting the floor save for the necessary paths in the room. The smell permeates the room.
Looking on in horror, you shake your head until a pain grips your stomach and a large belch surges up your throat and past your lips, the taste of junk food meals staying in your mouth. you feel your body tingle as it subsides and you run over to a spotted and dirty mirror in the corner.
You stand there naked.
Instead of growing taller, you're 18 year old body actually shrinks two inches, leaving you an inch over 5 ft. the height seems to have been sawed off from your calves as your legs are now short and squat. You try to keep it down but another belch surges up and out as your now dark hair hair grows long, lanky and greasy, not having seen a shower in who knows how long. whether from a lack of hygiene or a case of bad genetics, a thin spot forms at the back-top of your head.
The escaping gas moves past now yellowed and crooked teeth.
Another rush of gas tries to escape but this one seems more manageable... until it moves south. letting out a long fart, your body balloons with fat. the hands at your stomach spread suddenly as your abdomen fills with fat, a heavy gut sagging first forward, then down over your waistband, nearly reaching your genitals. the fart continues as heavy moobs sag over the gut the rolls they form creasing under your arms and creating folds in your back, your areola spreading to the circumference of saucers. your shoulders and arms sag with flab, your fingers swell to sausage like proportion, with hamhock hands whose fat folds at the wrist into a set of meaty forearms. the fat travels south as your ass expands and sags suddenly, the sudden extra weight pitching the seemingly everlasting fart into a lower timbre. the area around your flaccid penis swells forward and overcomes your meager 2" shaft that seems to have escaped any growth during puberty. as it settles and stops, your sack is overcome by the fat and the only distinction that there is even anything there is the skin that makes up your sack is wrinkled in comparison to the smooth skin surrounding it. your cock slowly vanishes into the fat, the cockhead first no longer reaching past the edge of the pad before finally becoming overcome by it, looking like an innie bellybutton. your thighs explode outward until they are solidly pressed together even in a wide stance, as your normal gait is now something more like a waddle. The fat finally finishes off in your face as you stretch your head up and watch as double then triple chins fill out from the underside of your neck, your eyes sink back into your face, surrounded by fat. with a nose that slightly upturns now and beady eyes, your features can only be defined as porcine.
There is no more gas after the last of the fart squeaks out from your massive ass, but the changes continue. the smell of BO that had permeated the room is suddenly closer and more fresh. you break out into a sweat that instantly drenches your face. lifting a heavy arm to wipe it away, your are first assaulted by your own BO, before it infects your mind and you find yourself being turned on by the musty smell. sniffing your armpit you feel your miniscule cock get hard, at it's full length of 3", the sensitive head just sticking past the edge of the pad. sweat travels downwards, glistening across the mounds of your man tits and over your gut, settling into every fold and crease of fat. it reaches your crotch and the BO changes it's frangrance to the more sharp and tangy scent of crotch sweat.
Sniffing your own pit now, so fast that you begin you snort, hair begins to bloom from under your pits. before long a fuzzy wet bush is under your arm and you know, even with your arms down, the hair will stick past the edge of your arms. hair explodes out from there, merging into a veritable coat of swirling fur across your moobs and over and down your gut, even reaching over your shoulders and down your back. the fur descends to your crotch into a dense bush around your cock, which, only recently freed when it grew erect, disappeared again into the bush of hair. Even the ample crack of your ass fills with hair with a thick patch on your lower back. In it's final step downward, your feet become hobbit like with their furry coating.
the hair moves up then, and across your ample triple chin. even though puberty had blessed you with hair everywhere else, the beard that forms on your neck and chins is patchy and appears to be made of the same hair that makes up your pubes. the hair above your lip is barely a step above peach fuzz and doesnt appear it will ever get more than that.
Another belch surges up but this time, you lean into it, as any semblance of a hygenic routine or self-restraint when it comes to bodily functions evaporates from your mind. You love your smell and your gas and the rumbling burp shoots another tingling thrill to your junk. the sweat that covered your face seems to dry, leaving your face and patchily furred chins shiny and greasy. the grease and filth moves out from there leaving your body hair greasy and stinking, and, in the case of your bush, slightly sticky. your ass becomes swampy and uncleaned. you only wipe your ass about half the time nowadays and it shows. Your feet not having seen a clean sock in over a year compete with your ass, balls and pits in terms of overpowering smells.
You fart again and smile at yourself in the mirror with your unbrushed teeth, the habits, personality and body you previously had having all but disappeared. a pair of briefs appears on your waist, the emblazoned images of MTH on it yellowed with cum in front and a skidmark at the back. they are quickly covered by an equally filthy pair of gym shorts. a wifebeater, stained at the pits and ass with yellow sweat stains, and elsewhere with various food stains, appears and barely covers your torso, the slightest movement exposing a good inch of furred gut beneath it. a shirt appears over it bearing an image from your favorite hentai that would probably get you arrested if you ever set foot outside with it. Your favorite black fedora, with white sweat stains around the band settles on your head.
Suddenly pain erupts at the base of your back. you turn around and see a fresh tattoo there of a multicolored horse tail, in the colors from your favorite MTH character erupt from the base of your spine. as this final change settles you are finally overcome as you groan and shudder, leaning on the table for support as your cock fires wad after wad of cum into your bush and underwear, before retreating back into the fat pad. with each copious jet of semen, any vestige of memories from your last life is drained out of you. you reach into your underwear and taking some on your finger, bring the cum up to your mouth to taste.
you look at the table, the person you once were now gone. you are now Marty and your friend Dirk is coming over soon to play the MTH RPG. last time you played you both got hard over the Rp and gave each other handies, dropping each others sticky semen over your knuckles. Dirk was sheepish afterwards, but you managed to bully him into silence, as well as coming back. you pick up the dice and wonder what you could get him to do now.