"My turn!" Anthony dropped the dice onto the table. They didn't bounce, landing flat on 3 and 4. "Yes, 7 too!"
Anthony's piece scooted across the board next to Danny's, where it came to a rest. Anthony snatched the red card and read it aloud.
"Cheater's never win, but you get what you wanted, but how much? Once, twice or thrice?"
"What's that mean?" Jack asked.
"I dunno, but I don't feel so well..." Like Danny, Anthony didn't look well. His skin was flush, and his clothes were already starting to constrict around his arms and neck. He suddenly let out a loud belch. It lasted well over 10 seconds and as he let out the noxious air, his stomach started to stretch out. His novelty T was riding up his now prominent ball gut, which was digging into the side of the table. Dark brown hairs spread across its girth and up the split shirt, coating his body in dense body hair. Anthony's face started to sag slightly as its youthfullness faded and he gained a somber maturity to his face. His cheeks and chin darkened as stubble pushed its way out, condensing into a dark, thick tangled beard. The beard crawled down to his chest just as his pecs firmed and split the rest of the shirt clean off his body. The pecs were solid, before a fine layer of fat covered them. His arms beefed up, showing signs of definition before hiding behind fat.
Anthony's chair started to groan at the added weight. His hips widened, partially from his stance widening and partially from his expanding gut and thickening ass adding more girth, splitting his shorts down the crotch. His boxers were stretched to the limit, more a skimpy, tight thong than loose undergarments. But eve that changed as the finale consequence started. It started with his balls, which bloated and tripled in size. With no room left in the boxer's, they plopped out both leg-holes. Anthony let out a low moan as his dick started to lengthen, putting the final stress on his boxers, the elastic snapping and flying across the game table on Kevin's stunned face. Anthony's dick pushed out from underneath his gut, lengthening and gaining substantial girth, far beyond any of the boys had seen in even their wildest self-fantasies.
"Ugh, my head hurts." Anthony's voice boomed and resonated throughout the room. He absentmindedly rubbed his giant hands over the head of his erect dick, smearing pre-cum allover his palm. "Wut happen'?" Despite his far deeper voice, he sounded different. A tad slow.
Kevin was the first to respond. "You grew up. Alot."
"How much did he grow?" Danny scouched away from the bear, a little frightened.
"UH, I think he's 45 now. The card said Once, Twice, Thrice? right? Three times his age is 45." Jack tried to explain.
Kevin was too enthralled with the latest change. His hand was already drawing down the zipper of his pants, fishing his perpetually erect cock out of his boxers. He slowly started to jack off under the pillow, half-forgetting his earlier shame as he drank in Anthony's newest form. "Um, I don't think I like dis. I feel, all, heavy." Anthony scratched his gut with his free hand, his other smearing pre all over his dick.
"Well, uh, I guess its my turn. I probably shouldn't do what Anthony did then..." Jack eyed his friends lewd display with disgust.
"Oh ya, heh, here ya go!" Anthony grabbed the dice with his hand and passed them to jack, covered in his sticky pre. "Uh, thanks..."