Tom let go, with a scream. The others turned on him instantly, as the orb darkened.
"YOU IDIOT!" Phill screamed at him, the little guy pouncing on the weakling. "NOW WE'RE STUCK!" Sammy casually leaned over and picked Phill off of Tom, as three other brothers each looked at Tom with rage in their eyes. Joey was overweight, tow moobs and a soft gut straining his shirt. Tristan looked like a giant, being close to nine feet tall and proportionally heavy - the floor boards creaked as he moved. Meanwhile, average Luke suddenly looked like a tall dwarf, his head slightly too large for his body.
"Do you have any idea what you have done?!" the fatass shouted at the slight-built Tom. Sammy and Erik looked to be satisfied - Sammy sitting at a swole 210 lbs, Erik lifting the front of his pants and clearly liking what he saw. "I'll say, it wasn't just negatives comin' out of that thing." Sammy looked at him with a smile and said: "And you really expect anyone to fit that inside themselves?" Erik didn't look so smug after all. He'd removed his pants, showing off his enormous bulge jutting out his white briefs - the fabric had been lifted off his stomach, and every outline of his fat fourteen inches was visible. "Besides," Sammy added, "put your pants back on. Ain't no girls here."
"Hey guys, wait a minute," a loud, deep voice thundered - Tristan's voice was also proportional to his growth. "What were the rules again?" He was looking at the cover for the board game, where the rules stood.
Phill seemingly took it as a personal affront - "Did you not hear us, bozo? 'Cuz we've been saying it for minutes!" Phill's voice was helium-like, and it seemed that his voice also had been affected by the growth. Joey sighed, his swelling frame sinking slightly as he did. "The round and change stops when someone leaves the orb. Only the last man standing will turn back to normal, when the game ends and everyone else is eliminated. Everyone else KEEPS the changes." Luke was crying softly.
"Okay, but that's not what it says now," Tristan boomed. Now he had everyone's attention. Erik strode over to the giant, his giant heavy sausage straining against his briefs. "What then?" he said, grabbing the box from Tristan's giant hands. "WHAT!?" the hung Asian shouted. "What is it?" Luke said quickly, hope in his eyes. "Do we change back?" Tom saw that Sammy was not liking what he heard.
"Yeah, everyone except Tom!" The guys now openly smiled.
"He, uh..." Erik trailed off as he read, his eyebrows furrowing. "It says: 'Did you think the game doesn't change, too? You're sorely mistaken! Every round, the rules change, but the first rules apply for the last round! That means that the players won't get to know how they do, or do not, change during each round! Let the game begin!'" Any semblance of satisfaction had dissipated from the brothers, all of them now wondering what was coming next.
"And then, under Current Rules, the player who first lets go will go back to normal, and then grow or shrink in aspects of all the other players, who will return to normal until the next round!" Erik looked up at the scrawny Tom, who looked down at his body. "I'm filling out!" he exclaimed, and the others could see muscles swelling under his shirt, which he removed in order to flex his emerging six-pack and striated chest. In under thirty seconds, he had gained his missing 60 lbs.
"Oh, YES! YEES!" Joey shouted, as he felt his weight decrease, and Tristan could finally smile femininely as he shrunk down to his usual 5'11. Meanwhile, Sammy wasn't looking too happy as he lost his thirty pounds of pure, lean muscle, and Erik watched in sadness as his briefs no longer held the hefty bulge, his soft fourteen lessening down to a plump six. He didn't know it, but he'd lost ten erect inches, going from nineteen to nine hard. Meanwhile, Phill and Luke grew their lost height back, Phill back to his skinny 6'1, second tallest of the group, and Luke back to his normal 5'8. As the gang returned to their natural selves, however, Tom looked sick. He clutched his muscle, feeling it grow warm and hot to the touch, while his dick got this strange, sort of stretching feel. "Tommy," Sammy said with a sour grin, "you better give us a show to remember." Tom groaned as the changes hit him.