DING he didnt make it. Penalty time!

*DING* the timer was up and the wheel began to spin.

“Dammit man. Well i guess ill make a move now at least. D pawn to d7.”

The wheel slowed… Tick tick…. Tick….. “clothing + x1” the wheel landed on a picture of a bimbos bodacious backside covered by a thin layer of black lycra, which could only mean one thing: yoga pants.

“Oh come on, not yoga pants.”

In an instant the stretchy fabric was hugging his curvy backside.

“You know what, these dont even feel that bad. And i still have my dick haha.”

“Dang girl. You walk into a room and yo ass walk in 2 minutes later Dam.”

“Alright man. Its still me with this giant donkadonk. And its your move.”

“Alright lets see…. Ah here we go ill move…”

The game continued without a piece being taken for a few moves before Jim exclaimed, “c pawn to d6.” Bill scoffed. “Bro another pawn?” “They are everywhere man. Plus the quicker we end the game, the less time the changes last.” “Ehh i supposed you are right.”

The wheel came to a stop, revealing a picture of two huge tits barely contained in a bra with a “x3” in the corner.

“Bro x3?? What does…. Woah!!” Bill was shocked by twin massive mammary glands appearing on his chest.

Jim burst out into laughter. “Bwahahaha man those are YUUUGE!” Bill sat straight faced. “Hahahaha can i squeeze them? Huh can i?” Bill kept his unemotional bearing and made his move. “Bishop to b1, im taking your knight.”

*POOF*

In the next instant Jims arms slimmed down, losing years of muscle. His biceps were now slender, and his forearms were gracefully smooth.

“Aww man that was low. I worked really hard on my arms. “

“Yeah and i loved my pecs, i guess they are still under these monstrosities somewhere…” he droned on as he prodded his pillowy breasts. Jim sat, mesmerized by the magnificent breast play taking place in front of him. Bill noticed this and decided to fuck with him. He pressed his breasts together and jiggled them back and forth.

An actual drop of drool fell out of Jims mouth. “Hahaha your getting turned on by my titties.” Bill chided as he motioned his boobs like jeering finger pistols aimed at Jim.

Jim retorted. “Hey man. Tits are tits. Even if…… they are on my best friend’s chest.”

“ i spose youre right.”