Liam's route

When you walk through the door, you lose your vision for a few seconds, but gradually it returns, allowing you to see the surroundings in front of you.

The place is quite different from the previous floor. On this level, there are almost no slot machines, mostly betting tables, and this floor also seems to have even more people than the previous one.

It's a little sad not to have Emma by your side, but at least you have plenty of places to gamble and win money. You continue walking down the aisles, just watching the other men play.

Nowhere seems right, and you finally decide to try your luck at any table. You know you can't afford to waste any more time; you need to hurry up and go to Emma.

You approach the blackjack area. There are several tables, but they are all full. Fortunately, just then, one of the players leaves, allowing you to take his place.

As soon as you sit down, the problems begin. “Looks like we have a new victim, HAHAHA,” the man next to you laughs.

His taunts cause a small grimace to appear on your face. “We'll see who the victim is,” you say, trying to provoke the other player.

You are very confident. You are not an expert, but you have a lot of experience playing blackjack, and you are sure you will easily get the 20,000 chips needed to reach level 4.

Excited, you turn to the dealer. “Come on, deal the cards!” you insist, not wanting to waste any more time. The men in front of you agree, and the dealer starts the game.

The game lasts a couple of minutes and at the end...

[You lost. -1000 chips.] [Player 1 has won, please choose a punishment for the loser]

Player 1 is the man who mocked you a few moments ago. He quickly turns around and you know what's about to happen. “Sorry, kid, blame your bad luck.” Your body glows and you feel your clothes change. Your pants become tiny shorts, barely a few inches below your waist, and you feel your cock being squeezed by the tight shorts. Your shirt becomes a belly shirt, exposing part of your abdomen.

The other players can't help but laugh at your appearance. Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment, but you decide to continue. You just had bad luck, now you'll take it more seriously. “Let's keep playing!” you shout.

The cards are dealt again, the game begins, and after a few minutes you...

[You lost. -1000 chips. The winner is player 3, please choose your punishment] You can't believe your damn luck, you've lost twice in a row.

But worst of all, just like player 1, player 3 seems to have it in for you. “Nice outfit, cutie. Although your thighs could use a little more meat,” player 3 says, staring at your skinny man's legs.

Your legs tremble, and you feel a chill run through your body. You look down and to your surprise, your thighs seem to be getting bigger. “Wait... Why me?!” You yell, trying to get them to stop, but it's useless.

Your thighs are now much bigger, your little shorts are now much tighter. You feel like your balls are going to burst from the lack of space.

The other players can't take their eyes off your dramatic change. “Wow, that really suits you!” You feel uncomfortable with all the stares.

Faced with their constant teasing, you decide it's best to leave. You've already lost two thousand chips. You get up from the table and walk away. As you walk, you feel your new thighs rubbing against your balls, giving you pleasure.

After so much humiliation, you just want a moment of relaxation, so you head to the bar area. Maybe a few drinks will clear your head.

“Liam?” The voice behind you makes you panic. You feel like it's someone you know. You quickly turn around to see who it is. “John!” you shout, excited to see someone you know nearby.

You look at John, he seems a little confused and you see that his gaze is fixed on your legs. For a moment, you forget the small change in your body. “Looks like you haven't been lucky,” he says.

You don't know how to respond. You stare at him, observing his body. He doesn't seem to have undergone any changes. “Did Emma come with you?” he asks.

Although nervous, you decide to answer, “Y-yes, but we were separated on this level.” You notice how John seems a little excited to know that Emma also came to the casino, but you assume it's normal, after all, he gets along very well with Emma.

You both take a moment to chat and catch up.

You tell him everything that has happened to you since you entered this place. “Damn, man, you sure have bad luck!” John says.

He also tells you everything he has been through, but his story is very different from yours. “And you're still as lucky as ever,” you say honestly. You can't believe that your friend hasn't lost a single game.

“Come on, buddy, we'll get out of here,” John tries to cheer you up. You both have a couple more beers and decide to go back to playing.

You hope that with John by your side, things will be easier. Your friend heads to the blackjack table where you lost, while you try your luck at craps.

You approach the other players at the table, “Is there room for one more?” you ask them. Many of them look at you with smiles on their faces, and a few of them give you a different kind of look, a more perverted one.

“We always have room for a cutie like you,” one of the players says.

You get angry when you hear that word again. The men at this level seem to be very horny.

But you're not going to let their taunts get to you anymore. You ignore them and join the game. The rules are the same as in the previous level, but the bets here are 1,000 chips per game. You only have enough for four games.

Everyone places their money and rolls the dice. [3-5] [6-2] [2-2]....

“It looks like it's my turn,” you think, feeling very nervous. You roll the dice and get [3-3]. Your disappointment is evident; [player 2 has won].

Now you have to wait for your punishment. Player two looks at you with a perverted smile, “You're pretty cute, but you still need a few adjustments.”

Your lips burn a little and you see them slowly begin to enlarge. Now your mouth looks like that of a porn actress.