Erik and Sammy were ready to play, already amped beyond belief. They’d been trapped indoors since March, might as well play some dumb game. The layers of dust on the box made it look like no one had played in years.
Phill agreed to play, the constant cloud of smoke around him moving to the living room. Tom, Joey, and Tristan took a bit of convincing, but all joined in when the boys added a drinking game element to the fun.
Only Luke was reluctant, never a fan of the supernatural. His grandma raised him right to know not to fuck with magic. But after a few shots of rum between the guys, even he agreed.
Everyone knew the rules, and everyone was already a bit tipsy. The orb sat in the center of the table.
Seven hands went onto the orb. “Y’all ready?” Tom asked. Everyone nodded.
Sammy flipped the first card over.
Size.
The guys looked at each other and shrugged. They expected more than just a single word, but who knows what would happen. The orb started to glow more.
“Duuuude, this shits weeeeird” Phill said, starring down at the sphere. It seemed to shift from a light blue to a dark purple. Phill felt his hand start to tingle. He wasn’t the only one, as each guy felt an odd sensation ripple through their bodies.
Erik looked between the orb and his watch, calling out the time every few seconds. A minute had already passed. Erik shifted in his chair, feeling something between his legs. He absent-mindedly scratched at his crotch with his free hand. “weird, I don’t feel horny he thought to himself, despite his dick feeling engorged. Hmm, maybe he would call up Chelsey this evening. He was horny as hell, and he was as cool to lose this game if he could get laid instead.
Joey’s changes were somewhat unnoticeable at first. Pounds went onto him, filling out his thin body. The nerd felt himself sitting up, his posture shifting. He went from underweight to fit in very little time, and the changes weren’t slowing down.
Sammy sat back, chilling. He didn’t notice as his muscles started to swell. He might be a wrestler and already he had some pounds on him, but his small frame was getting thicker. At 5’7 he had always been stocky, but he had already put on 20 pounds of muscle in a minute. He was built like a linebacker now.
Luke’s changes were the least noticeable, but they were happening rapidly. His height was shrinking, particularly in the limbs. But he was leaning so far forwards that he didn’t notice. That said, his weight and stature weren’t changing with him. If this kept up any longer he would likely start looking like a midget.
Phill had always been competitive, and he wasn’t planning on losing today. “These pussies are going DOWN he thought. But he hadn’t noticed that he had already shrunk almost six inches. His weight changed with him, so he looked like a demagnified version of himself. He already felt higher than before, and another hit only amplified his strange and sinking feeling.
Tristan had been focusing on his chipping fingernails, in desperate need of a new coat of paint. His body had always been fairly average, but as he stared at his fingers he noticed as they took up more and more of the orb. His whole hand was getting larger. His whole body was getting larger. He seemed to have grown a foot already.
But it was Tom that first yelped ours in surprise. It had taken him some time to notice, but after the first minute, he had already lost almost twenty-five pounds or muscle. His sleeves billowed around his arm and he screamed at his frat brothers. “What the FUCK is going on, guys?!”
Everyone snapped out of their trances and noticed their gradual changes. And as long as they kept their hands on the orb, the changes continued.
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Changes per minute:
Phill -- Shrinking by six inches
Tristan -- Growing by just under a foot
Sammy -- Gaining ten pounds of muscle
Erik -- Penis elongating by 2 inches
Luke -- Losing four inches of height, same weight.
Joey -- Gaining thirty pounds of fat
Tom -- Losing twenty pounds of muscle