Don Goes Brazilian

(Author's Note: If you've read the first couple of chapters already, I'd like to say that I made a few edits to the dialogue here and there, as well as the rules of the game. It's not super important to reread said chapters, just thought I'd mention it!)

“I can’t wait to see what I get.” Don chuckled.

So far, the big man had to admit that he was enjoying himself more than he thought he would, so much so that he didn't even care if his next answer was right or not. Sure, things were a little weird, but nothing in particular was bothering him. In fact, he could die happy in the next few minutes, just so long as he had a chance to do whatever he wanted to Ashley's bimbo body for just one of those minutes. He should probably be concerned that the sight of his eldest daughter’s cleavage had already been giving him a hard-on before his wife’s transformation turned his fat dick into a stone-like snake down one leg of his basketball shorts, or the fact that he was imagining himself sliding said snake into Rudy’s open mouth as the young man stared at his mom’s huge tits, but nope. No such negative or shameful feelings arose.

It was actually kind of funny on some level, Don thought to himself as Max began to read from the magic black card.

"The category is Geography." She said. "While more and more countries are becoming more open to celebrating homosexuality, what country held the largest Pride Festival ever?"

Don grunted and stroked his beard.

He glanced around the room, but everyone who wasn't still gawking at Ashley's body just returned his gaze and shrugged.

Damn it, he thought to himself.

He resigned himself to guessing, ultimately not caring if he answered correctly or not. Before the game, he might've had some hang ups about going through any sort of homo-type transformation, but now he was just plain curious as to what was in store for him.

"Don't know." Don shrugged. "Canada? They're pretty gay."

A cocky smirk spread across Max's lips.

"Nope!" She said. "Brazil."

"Hm." Don mumbled. Yeah, there was no way he was getting that one right.

"Tough luck, honey." Ashley teased, her hands having begun to absently rub her tits once again.

"Too bad, so sad." Max read from the card. "We planned on turning you into a big muscular himbo, but for getting the question wrong, we've decided that you're better off as a hot young twink, instead! And following the spirit of the answer, you're going to have an ass that even the most erotic of Brazilian women would envy."

Before Don could finish painting a mental image of what was being described, his body went ahead and shaped itself to said description in almost an instant.

Don's skin became vibrant, tan, and youthful, as if his age was cut in half, and any bit of hair below his neck vanished without a trace. His height was cut down to 5'4. His prominent beer belly snapped back into a taut and narrow waist. The thick black hair of his beard retracted and seemed to reappear on his bald head, only now it was silky smooth, combed back, and sporting blonde highlights. His football jersey morphed into a light-blue tank-top, the skin-tight designer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination as it complimented his athletic but almost feminine upper-body. His basketball shorts were replaced by a pair of low-cut "daisy duke" jean shorts, showing off the curves of his wide hips and thicc creamy thighs.

Don stared down at himself in shock, feeling off-balance and a bit dizzy by his new perspective in size. Slowly, he placed a hand on the arm of the couch and stood up to examine himself.

The first thing he paid attention to, was the almost softball-sized bulge of his half-erect cock as it twitched and throbbed in its strangely spacious confines. It was as if his shorts were designed to hold a fat dick like his, and due to his shorter frame, the bulge looked bigger on him than it normally would’ve on his old body.

Both his eyes and hands found his womanly thighs after that, gliding back along them until they landed on his ridiculously perky and shelf-like butt. Each of his cheeks were as big and round as basketballs, but they were as plush as if his slender fingers were squeezing two orbs of jelly. As soon as he gripped them, Don was rewarded with an electrical storm of dull pleasure, causing the cute twink to bite down on his bottom lip and let out a girly moan, the sound of which surprised him enough to snap back to reality.

“Whoa.” Don chuckled, glancing around at everyone. “I-… M-My voice is…”

“Adorable!” Ashley cried out with a giggle, both hands covering her wide smile of amusement. “Oh my god, honey! That’s hilarious!”

“Adorable isn’t the word I’d use, but yeah…” Max said, her eyes wide and absolutely glued to her dad’s fat ass as he occasionally turned and shifted to give everyone a look. “Something like that.”

Cleo and Rudy, who had been slowly scooting ever-so-closer to one another and were now rubbing shoulders, stole glances at each other’s bodies in between gawking at Don’s huge butt.

Don extended his right leg and gave it a shake as he craned his neck back to look as his ass, watching as the right cheek jiggled and sloshed around in his shorts, only half-covered by the skimpy material.

“Fuck…” Don said, his words breathy and soft. “If I could fuck me right now, I would in a heartbeat.”

Without looking away from Don, Max held out the card in Rudy’s direction.