Dale takes the first piece!

Dale's fingers hovered over the small transformation wheel, his heart pounding with a strange mix of nervous excitement and morbid curiosity. Despite his earlier bravado, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that they were about to open a salacious Pandora's box.

"You know, we can still back out," Mike said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Just put the game away and pretend we never found this freaky shit."

"And miss out on all the fun?" Dale scoffed, giving the wheel an experimental spin. It whirred quietly, the strange symbols and diagrams printed on its surface blurring together.

"Don't be such a bitch, dude. Where's your sense of adventure?"

With a deep breath, he moved his first pawn forward. The simple act of sliding the piece across the board seemed to amplify the strange, charged energy in the air. As Dale let go of his piece he barely whispered, “D pawn, D4.”

“Dude this, like kinda feels weird man.” Responded Mike. “Dont be a pussy.” Dale tried to imitate confidence. “Nothing has even happened yet. I just moved a piece.”

“Whatever you say man. D pawn D5.” Mike had timidly set down his piece. They each continued, making their own calculated moves.

“Knight, F3”

“Bishop, F5”

“C pawn, C4”

“Knight, C6”

Dale, feeling more sturdy in his faith that nothing would happen, picker up his C pawn. “See man, nothing to it. Just a good ole” *tink* Dale had tipped over Mike’s D pawn as he captured it “… game of….” Mike’s D pawn fell to the chess board, and rolled to the edge of the board. “Chess” Mike’s D pawn seemed to be impossibly dense as it fell off the board with a *BOOM* sending a magical shockwave through space and time causing the magical Bimbo Wheel to spin all on its own.

(C pawn, D5 for you chess enthusiasts)

Dale exclaimed, “Dude, did you spin the wheel?!?”

“Bro what? I just lost my piece the last thing I want to do is spin that wheel.” Mike shifted nervously in his seat, regretting his decision to humor Dale's twisted curiosity in playing this lewd game of chess.

The wheel slowed, then stopped with a final, damning ***clunk***. Both men leaned forward to read the resulting transformation.

"Boobs - D-Cup," Dale read aloud, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Holy shit, dude! Looks like you're about to get a major upgrade in the titty department!"

"No way," Mike breathed, his eyes widening in disbelief. "There's no way this stupid game can actually-HNNNGH!"

His protests morphed into a strangled yelp as a sudden warmth blossomed in his chest. Startled, Mike looked down just in time to see the fabric of his t-shirt start to tent and stretch alarmingly.

"W-what the fuck?!" He gasped, cupping his hands to his pecs in a futile attempt to halt their rapid expansion.

But there was no stopping the bimbo magic of the chess set. Mike's scrawny chest swelled outward, straining against his shirt as they grew heavier and rounder by the second. The neckline plunged lower as newly formed cleavage spilled forth, until his top was straining to contain a pair of full, jiggling D-cups!

"Oh my god..." Dale muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from his friend's abrupt transformation into a busty bimbo. "They're fucking huge, dude!"

Mike could only whimper in response, his arms now wrapped around his ponderous new tits in a **** attempt to control their pendulous wobbling. Each movement sent them bouncing and swaying, the exaggerated motion both comical and strangely erotic.

"Don't just stare, you asshole!" Mike snapped, his cheeks flushing a deep scarlet as he noticed Dale's blatant ogling. "This isn't funny!"

"I dunno, Mikey, from where I'm sitting it's pretty fucking hilarious," Dale snickered, openly enjoying his pal's buxom plight. "I thought chess club would have paid off for you? Hahaha”