"Dammit. I gotta pay rent though." said Tony as he looked pleading in to the eyes of his little brother.
"Just like you to welsh on a bet Tony. Pay up." said Kit extending his hand.
Roger was about to make the losers do just that, when Tony spoke up and the idea sounded too good to be true.
"Ok guys fine. This game is over but there are seven in the series. Who wins the whole thing should decide, and lets put down double or
nothing!" Tony grinned pleased with his idea.
Roger stuck out his lower lip in thought, then smiled. "Seven in the series should mean times seven or nothing." He liked the idea too.
"Fine" said Hulk, reaching across the table and taking Rogers paper and pen. "Me and Tony bet the Phillies are gonna take the whole shootin
match. You and Roger go for New York. Deal?" He wrote down the two teams, two names next to each.
"Sure." said Roger, hoping the guys were drunker than he was. His head buzzed slightly, but it was clear the others were barely holding on to
their equilibrium. "And I'll set the terms here. The losers must spend a minimum of 48 hours each week as whatever the winner chooses. If the
loser falls short by even half an hour, then the loser has to spend the entire next week as whatever the winner chooses."
"Is there a maximum per week. What if I arranged to burn through the entire total in one summer?" babbled Tony finishing his current glass of
beer.
"Alright but I think it would be more fun if we didn't burn through the entire total in one summer. " Roger said. "Let me get my calculator and .
. . Well you couldn't burn through 291 and 2/3 of a day in one summer anyway but let's say that for every hour per week above 48 that you
spend as whatever the winner wants, you get to spend an hour as whatever you want as long as it's something very different from yourself."
"You guys will be so sorry when the Phillies win!" Tony said as he passed out.
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The series came down to a real nail biter, just like the game that started the wager that would decide who would be owned and who would be
an owner. But this game had several differences. The first was that there were only four watching this game, and that it was being watched at
the home of Tony and not at the frat. But the biggest difference was the outcome.
Tony, Kit, and Hulk were drinking and cheering their hearts out, while Roger sat nervously on the edge of his couch cushion. He was the only
one that clearly remembered the contract they had all signed those several games back. And with the Phillies leading in the bottom of the
ninth, he was beginning to regret ever signing that contract.
"Yes!" Hulk and Tony cheer together as they jump up from their seats. The Phillies's pitcher had just thrown the winning strike of the game. Kit
cussed a little while leaning back in his seat, while Roger's face paled. His only hope being that no one brought up the contract- "Hey Rog,
where is that contract we made up? I wanna see what kind of messed up thing we bet for while we were drunk." Tony said, making Roger curse
under his breath.
Roger begrudgingly pulled the folded up contract from his pocket and tossed it to Tony. As Tony read Roger tried to think of a way to get out
of this, lie? Make another bet? What ever it was he had to do something before either Tony or Hulk gave him or Kit an order.
"Oh man... we were so hammered when we came up with this guys." Hulk laughed when Tony handed him the contract. "It says the losers, aka
Roger and Kit." He and Tony share a knuckle bump. "Can be turned into anything Tony or I want for 48 hours per week for a total of 7000
hours." Hulk and Tony both smile and laugh a bit, even Kit joins in. Roger feigns a laugh himself, but on the inside he was on pins and needles.
"That is so ridiculous man." Kit laughed harder. "I mean imagine one of you being horny and then having me become your dream girl to chop
your wood." Kit bursts into laughter on the couch while Hulk and Tony just snicker.
"I could use a hot piece of ass now that you mention it Kit." Tony snickers. "How about you turn into a tall blond with basketball sized tits and
a perfect bubble butt." Tony snickers. "And big puffy cock sucking lips." Added in Hulk with a gentle jab to Tony's ribs.
Roger's eyes shoot wide open as he hears this, then he jerks around to stare at Kit, just in time to see him suddenly go completely ridged.
Kit, lets out a terrible groan as his skin constricts all over his body for a second, then relaxes and begins to warp into a new form. His shirt
starts to tent up as his chest starts to expand into two incredible spheres, his hips and butt not being out done fallow suit, lifting Kit's lower
body off couch some. His groan changes pitch to a higher pitch as his face softens and his lips puff out comically for a second before deflating
to a human size.... albeit still very puffy and sexy.
As soon as it is over Kit jumps to his feet, his clothes clinging to his new curves like a second skin. His hands fly all over his body and face. He
lets out an incredibly girly scream as he looks up at a mirror that is hanging over the fireplace. His hair now a very yellow blond, hanging down
to his shoulders. "Oh my god! What have you done to me!" Kit's new voice sounding a bit squeaky like a bimbo blond.
Tony and Hulk stared at Kit in total shock, Roger also staring, but more out of dread knowing he could have just have easily been transformed
that easily, and still could be.
Tony was the first to stand and walk up to Kit. Kit stared at him with tear filled eyes, unsure what to do. Tony on the other hand, got a wicked
smile on his face as he shoved Kit back onto the couch and started groping him... now her gigantic breasts. Kit screams for Tony to stop, but is
soon moaning despite herself. "Kit, I order you to not resist me physically." And with that said Kit's struggles stopped, though she still made
her distress known.
While Kit began to rip off Kit's over stretched shirt, Hulk leaned in toward Roger, a wicked smile on his own face too. Roger looked up at him,
just in time to get his first order, and see what it was like to be on the receiving end of what he normally did others.
Hulk's hand pressed against the door above Roger's head. His palm delivered all the Hulk's body weight, there was no exit for Roger that way.
Roger turned to face Hulk, and found himself face to armpit with Hulk's hairy stinky pit. It startled him.
"Uh?"
"You're lucky I got a girlfriend, Roger. But what I lack, you can make up for. How'd you like to be my unit and make me proud." Hulk said.
"Ooooormgh!" was all that came out of Roger as he bent over and backed up toward Hulk.
"Yeow!" yelped Hulk.
Roger was gone. His empty clothing collapsed in a heap. A massive cock and balls hung from Hulk's open fly.
"Damn that hurt!"
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Roger was aware the entire time. Hulk had been busy with his new equipment and Roger could see, hear, feel, smell, and taste everything the
whole time. He'd spent the whole evening as Hulk's equipment but it was morning and per the contract, Roger was released to go to classes.
Roger understood the magic well enough to know there was no escape. Even if he tried to escape, the magic would find him and drag him back
for a whole week as Hulk's equipment. Roger was so busy thinking about the contract that he wasn't paying attention in class. But he finally
struck on an idea. "If I can't escape it, I can at least try to get as much out of it as I can."
He went up to Hulk later and said, "Spring Break is coming up. I had plans but I'm going to cancel my plans so you can have me for the entire
break. Than you can really impress everyone and I earn some hours to be what I want."
Even with that arrangement made, Roger was dreading more and more as Spring Break approached.
The time came and Roger was walking toward Hulk's door still debating about whether to go through with this or not.