Dale is aggressively taking pieces as Mike plays the long game

Despite his increasingly bimbo-fied body, Mike wasn't about to just roll over for Dale. Dale seemed ultra aggressive. Maybe he could work that to his advantage… With a deft hand, he slid his knight out to F6, securing control over some crucial central squares.

"Dude youre not taking any of my pieces. Such an idiot.” Dale quipped, eyeing the board with a predatory gaze. He knew a little about chess. But mostly Dale knew that taking pieces was a good thing, especially in this version.

Locking eyes with his increasingly buxom opponent, Dale made his move. "D Pawn to take E6. Your move, bimbo boy."

As soon as the pawn fell to the board, the transformation wheel started spinning wildly. Its animated diagrams and symbols blurred together in a dizzying vortex of color.

Mike tensed, his bimbo breasts jiggling with apprehension. He knew what that spinning meant - the game was about to dole out another humiliating transformation! Part of him was morbidly curious to see what new indignity the twisted chess set had in store, and the other part hoping it was small to not make him look like too much of a bimbo.

Dale watched the wheel's erratic spinning with bated breath, silently willing it to stop on something deliciously embarrassing for his friend. Maybe Mike's hair would become a long, platinum blonde mane to match his big fake tits? Or better yet, maybe the game would go straight for his manhood, leaving him with a dainty, dicklet trapped in satin panties!

CLICK!

The wheel slammed to a stop, and both men leaned in to read the result. Mike's eyes went wide while Dale threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"Clothing?! You've got to be kidding me!"

No sooner had the words left Dale's mouth than Mike's outfit began to distort and ripple. His chest was suddenly constricted as his t-shirt shrank down into a skimpy pink tube top that could barely contain his ponderous breasts. The fabric strained obscenely, with wide swaths of underboob and cleavage on full display.

"Oh fuck, this is too good!" Dale howled, pounding the table as he took in Mike's increasingly bimbo-fied appearance.

But the transformation wasn't done yet. Mike's baggy jeans inexplicably morphed into a pair of obscenely short daisy dukes that rode up to expose his hairy, muscular legs. Now they looked even more ridiculous juxtaposed against the lurid outfit.

To complete the look, a smattering of bimbo accessories sparkled into existence. Gaudy hoop earrings, a delicate chain choker, even a bright pink hair tie to put Mike's shaggy locks up in a perky ponytail.

"Holy shit, you looking more like the full bimbo package now!" Dale crowed, taking in every inch of Mike's degrading transformation. "Although with those hairy fucking Bigfoot legs, you're giving off some serious Mos Eisley cantina vibes too!"

He cackled uproariously as Mike crossed his arms over his chest, trying in vain to preserve some tattered shred of dignity. The movement only made his massive breasts sway and jiggle that much more obscenely beneath the tight confines of his tiny top.

"This is so not over, Dale," Mike growled, his face flushed crimson but his eyes burning with vengeful determination. "You're gonna regret turning me into a fucking bimbo freak!"

He glared daggers at his cackling friend, already plotting his next move. If Dale thought some skimpy clothes were enough to break Mike's spirit, he had another thing coming. By the end of this twisted game, only one of them would be the reigning bimbo bitch...and it wasn't going to be Mike!

Moves so far for nerds / story continuity.

d4 d5; 2. Nf3 Bf5; 3. c4 Nc6; 4. cxd5 Nb4; 5.Вез Nc2+; 6. Kd2 Nxa1; 7. Nc3 e6; 8. Qxa1 Nf6 9. Dxe6 (mikes move)