As the young men went forward to hold on to the orb as the first card was displayed, Age. And for the first part, it seemed as though even as they held on to it there were not many effects visible to the naked eye. And thus there came to be banter among the young men as they expected something more out of this party game;
Tom chuckled, looking over at Erik, "I knew this thing wasn't gonna actually do anything. Guys, we'd be better off just hitting the clubs or something. I mean, just think of how much pussy we could be getting." Being he was already muscular, he didn't even notice his muscles filling in further, or that his handsome features were amplifying a bit further. His abs etching tighter, stronger. His shoulders pressing out more against his shirt. Even his tight blond haircut starting to grow out a little bit as he aged slowly.
"Yeah," Erik said with a lazy grin, "You're probably right, but damn if I'm not gonna let you win at this." Erik hardly noticed his pecs starting to put on a slight amount of size, his abdominals toning up. He was always calling himself the "Asian Adonis" due to his toned physique and love of beauty product, but now things were progressing there.
Luke, becoming just slightly scruffier under his shirt as hair grew in, tried to move his leg to adjust his pants first as his legs and ass started putting on muscular size first, his hair starting to grow slightly longer. He commented, "...This does feel kinda weird guys..." He didn't know if he liked it, but he was damn well not gonna let the others win. He was all in.
Joey shook his head as if he could tell what the others were thinking, his nerdy, thin physique starting to put on a slight amount of muscular size all over as his particular age effect seemed to be having a benevolent effect on him. He shifted a bit as his sleeves started to feel funny and said, "It's not like this thing can...change us or anything. It's probably just gonna rattle off some effects via auditory commentary..." He cleared his throat toward the end...
Sammy adjusted his shirt and grunted, trying to keep his hands on the beacon, "I dunno guys, I feel kinda funny...mmph..." His pants were feeling tight, and his shirt was feeling like it was getting to be too tight on him. His muscle gut and pecs were pressing against it too much, and his legs felt like they were rubbing against the pants fabric too much.
"Oh? What's wrong big guy?" Tristan asked, grinning and obviously checking out Sammy. The perks of being the gay best friend. Well, maybe not entirely gay. He didn't mind "picking up" any girls that the other guys here didn't go out with for one reason or another. Still, mostly gay. And Tristan was feeling distinctly like his clothes were tight in a few slight places...not like he minded. He chuckled, "Gonna take your shirt off?"
"Fuck you man, I ain't losing!" Sammy responded. He bit his lip as he felt his groin get particularly tight.
"But like, dudes!" Phill said, his skinny stoner body not exactly changing much or muscling up like some of the others yet, "What if it is like, changing us? I mean that'd be like, fun and stuff. Just like, imagine it." His voice however seemed to crack a bit, and his scruffy facial hair seemed to start to decrease. Perhaps he was heading backward instead of forward like the others in their varying rates...