Andrew stood there, watching the wheel spin over and over, slowing down each and every second.
The first slot appeared,
“Balls”
What was that supposed to mean? Andrew didn’t have much time to ponder on this question before the second slot appeared,
“Hands”
That was even weirder. Did it mean his balls and his hands? What kind of Jackpot game was this?
The final slot appeared,
"Short"
What the hell did any of this mean?
Andrew was totally weirded out, so he just decided to find something else to play, he wasn't going to miss that quarter.
But he missed that the machine had one more slot. A number.
As he was walking around, he started to feel strange. He had an odd feeling of arousal present in his crotch. He took a deep breath and just continued on. But it was getting more and more intense as it went on. He didn’t want to adjust his pants in a public place, but he had to. However, instead of giving him a sense of comfort, it gave him a serious wave of pleasure.
He shivered.
Andrew looked down at his crotch, seeing that his bulge was a little bigger than before.
He made his way back to the corner with the Jackpot machine, the only place he knew there were no people. He looked around for any visible cameras. It didn’t look like there were any.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper, then pulled the band of his underwear to see his genitals.
His dick looked pretty much the same, only being squished by his increasing testicles!
“What the—!” He yelped out of shock,
His testicles were growing, and they were growing fast.
The pressure was getting to tight. And not only was it getting too tight, it was making him more and more horny.
He looked around once more. He was right at the back of the arcade, so it was very unlikely that anyone else would come by.
He grabbed his sack, and scooped it out of his underwear, dropping it over his jeans. It was still growing.
Not only was his sack getting lower and lower, beginning to reach his knee, but it was getting fuller too. It looked rounder as it grew. Like it was being filled with more and more fluids.
Once his sack reached his knees, it began to slow. But for its mass, it kept on growing. It was starting to reach the size of a cantaloupe.
Not to mention, it was heavy. Andrew found himself beginning to squat down, making his balls almost reach halfway down his calves.
Then, finally, it stopped. Reaching the size of a ripe cantaloupe.
Andrew couldn’t believe what was happening. Did his balls really just grow that much larger right between his legs!?
He reached down to poke it, out of curiosity of what it would feel like. If he even tried to cup it, he wouldn’t be able to. But before he could even get close. He noticed something.
An increased weight in his hand.
He wasn’t holding anything, so how could—
His hands were growing too!!
Andrew watched as his regular sized hands grew and grew and grew!
They were much more constant that his balls, growing the same amount all around. But he didn’t want to believe it.
Soon, he had extended past regular glove sizes. His hands were looking more like a baseball glove at this rate.
Not long before they began to slow. Then finally coming to a stop.
He was in complete awe. How did this Jackpot machine manage to do this!? If he pointed with one finger, he would’ve been mistaken for a pair of foam hands.
But there was still one more change, and Andrew was dreading it.
He made sure he checked the machine again,
“Balls”
“Hands”
“Short”
But then he noticed. The number he had missed,
“8”
“Oh shit…” Andrew said to himself, proceeded by immediately shrinking at least three inches.
Andrew was shrinking at an incredible rate. Getting shorter by at least two inches each second.
He looked at his hands. They didn’t seem to be shrinking with him. In fact, he wasn’t shrinking at all.
It truly was his height that was decreasing.
His legs were getting stumpier, as was his torso and arms. He was finding it even harder to manage these hands at his new size.
There was no way for him to even use that other quarter now, he was just too short.
As he reached the 4 foot mark, he felt his balls touch the ground. Most of the arcade was carpeted, but this section in the corner was completely wooden. Not only wooden, but polished too. It was cold to the touch, making his sack even more sensitive. He let out an involuntary moan as it did.
He stopped growing when he was at 3 foot 6, making him incredibly short, and more dwarf-like that anything.
His giant hands and massive ballsack made him look anything from human at this rate.
But he didn’t care right now. In fact, Andrew had lost himself in the pleasure.
So much so that he had scooped up his large sack and begun fondling it with his large hands. He was able to hold the whole set with just one.
It was so much more pleasureable that before. He could really do this for hours.
However, he wasn’t able to.
He felt himself climax.
His regular sized penis suddenly pumped a record amount of semen through it, shooting all over the polished wooden floor.
Andrew fell over from the pleasure, letting his sperm shoot out of his penis, flying through the air before hitting the ground.
Andrew knew he couldn’t got back to the life he once had.