Backfire (Body Morphia, NeverWear Promo, Bull Battles)

Greg gladly grabbed a card, his body feeling so youthful. It was almost like pure ecstasy just standing up earlier. It was hard to even think as he used the different bits of his new body. Greg didn't even notice the Bull had actually taken a step back instead of forward. "Body Morphia: Every morning you may decide a change to your privates. Make your dick the smallest in the world, or the smelliest. Only you can choose your new genitals."

Caiden rolled his eyes, now realizing the dick he was unfortunately exposed to will be gone in the morning. As Caiden internally groaned he remembered the promise tonight. Caiden glanced to Kody, who's face was beet red. The older brother seemed to be struggling with something, his eyes unfocused. Caiden scooted closer to the wolf, trying to be subtle.

Greg didn't stop grabbing. No, he felt alive. He reached for the next card, the bull sprinting ahead six steps. Greg flipped his card over, "NeverWear Promo; Pick from the lucrative collection of NeverWear's products, don't take it off." Greg looked up from the card and blinked. In front of him was a bunch of items floating. Some looked like ball gags, others were dildos. Then there were normal looking clothes, only when he looked closer they had some of dial on them. It was like a collection of a bunch of perverted items that could be 'worn' in some way. Even if it shouldn't be.

David looked at the spaced out Greg confused. The man looked so energetic before, and suddenly went catatonic after reading the card. David blinked when something started to form on the wrists of Greg. Then Greg seemingly jumped back into his body, his smile confused but still there. "That was interesting."

"What happened? What are those?" David pointed to the wrist guards on Greg's wrists. Greg looked down at the items and shrugged. Not really knowing what they were meant to be either. "Great. For all we know they are handcuffs." Greg merely chuckled and reached out again, not nervous about the cards.

The bull moved six spaces forward, a good sign for Greg. He flipped over his new card, his smile quickly fading. "Curse- Bull Battles; You feel compelled to challenge other guys to a bull battle, whoever loses has to be the other's bitch for the day." As Greg was about to throw the card back down it glowed bright and the curse status was removed. "Thank fuck."

David, however, was not so happy. His hand was already grabbing from the red pile, the doe not moving an inch. David knew it wouldn't stay as a curse, but he knew it was his only failsafe. And it had already expired. "Thanks bro." With an anger filled glare he read his new card. "Curse- SelfPlugged; Your ass is now forever filled with your own permanently hard dick." David's eyes widened before he fell forward with a pained moan. His dick never felt so good, a tight pressure all around it. However his ass felt way too stretched, slight movements making it painfully obvious something unnatural was in there. "God, what kind of curse is this bullshit!"

David looked up to find that he was all alone, his dick in his own ass. "What the fuck! When did they even leave?"