"Dude, really?" Trevor asked, his face is a mix of bewilderment, fear, and concern.
"What can I say? I would love to have your penis, Tre." Ian said.
The white card spun in the air, and a tendril of golden energy poured forth from its radiant heart. Both tendrils pulled Trevor and Ian's pajamas down, revealing their pubescent penises for them to see. Trevor tried to run away, but mysterious forces held his feet and arms tight to the ground.
"Wh- what's it doing?" Trevor asked. "Ian, what the hell is it doing to our penises?"
Ian did not answer, because what would he give him? He is equally ignorant of the things the card will do to them. As such, he kept his mouth shut as the energies did their thing to their penises.
From Ian's perspective, the golden energy wrapped its translucent tendril over his penis. He could feel the tendril squirming and squeezing his penis from all angles. Then suddenly, an angelic hum from the cards intensified. The tendril grew warm but in a comforting way. His penis convulsed and was pulled outwards - with the shaft lengthening a good inch and a half. The tip frothed and from it, skin appeared and wrapped around his glans. It's all coming together, Ian mused. When the tendrils finished their job, all that was left was Trevor's crotch imposed on his own. And the tendrils were kind enough to add Trevor's huge pink sagging balls to the gifted blessings.
As for Trevor, he nearly shed a tear as the tendrils nipped an inch and half from his length. The foreskin he fought his parents over, was gone in an instant. The skin receded until all that was left was Ian's deep pink glans. Even his balls were stolen away from him. In its place is Ian's brownish balls that looked a bit small thanks to the cold of the room.
The card sucked the tendrils in and new words were placed on its surface. "Ten minutes before the next game starts. Have fun with your swapped packages."
Trevor looked at Ian, his eyes filled with fury and regret. "Fucking asshole! Give me back my penis." He ran over to Ian and pummeled him to the ground. Unbeknownst to him, their penises touched which made Ian blush a little.
"Dude, what's done is done. And besides, the game will turn everything to normal after it ends." Ian said.
"How sure are you that everything is going back to normal after this?"
"I don't know, 70 percent? Maybe 60."
"Holy fuck, dude. I fucking hate you."
"And that's why you're my best friend."
Trevor pushed himself away and chuckled in defeat. "Yeah… You're right. So, what then?"
"I guess we wait for the next game,"
Trevor stood away from the floor, his open dick still dangling for everyone to see, and left for another room. He came back a minute later with a disposable camera at hand. "I'll take pictures of your penis for blackmail purposes."
"Fine by me,"