Bonus Round!

Marcus nods enthusiastically. "I'll take the bonus round."

Instantly Marcus finds himself transported to a new room. He stands alone on a platform suspended above a large marble game board. It's a bit like a chess board, except each square is tilted in some odd, random direction, and ten squares have been replaced with a big round hole. In his hands he finds a shiny, rubber sphere. It's about the size of a melon.

"Okay, here's the game Marcus. We'll give you three rubber balls like the one you're holding now. You drop them onto the board, and win the prize inside whichever hole it falls into! We call it Holes of Glory!"

All around him the crowd chants, "GLORY HOLES! GLORY HOLES! GLORY HOLES!"

"That's right, folks! Who doesn't love a nice, old-fashioned Glory Hole? Are you ready to play, Marcus? You had better be, because it was part of the deal and you can't back out now."

Marcus examines the board; he sees that each hole is labeled.

Old Fogey. Young and Hung. Heaven Scent. Double Dick. Cakes. Meathead. Cum dumb. Show Off. Twinktastic. Horndog Millionaire.

"Any questions?"

Marcus was feeling woozy. If some of those mean what he thinks they mean, he could end up totally fucked. "Uh, what's Cum Dumb do?" he asks.

"The longer you go without eating another guy's load, the more stupid you'll be for sex. Effects are permanent, so you'd probably want to get in at least a daily dose if you want to keep your wits."

"What about Double Dick?" Marcus whispers.

"What does it sound like, kiddo? Answering questions is no fun. Play. The. Game."

Marcus aims Heaven Scent, figuring it can't be too bad with a name like that.

The ball hits the rim before bounding wildly onto one of the sloped squares, rebounding back and fourth off a few others before it finally loses momentum and roll into the Meathead hole.

Marcus's body seems to immediately become searingly hot, and he squirms with pleasure as every muscle in his body flexes and swells. A second ball has miraculously appeared in his hands, but the pulsing pushing and pulling of his growing muscles is too distracting and it falls from his grasp. It bounces.

And bounces.

And bounces.

And all the while, Marcus is growing more ripped. After a full minute the growth stops and he's put on a solid 40 pounds of lean mass. He looks like an amateur body builder. It's nothing crazy, but he's swole now.

He tears his eyes away from his own rippling pecs just in time to see the second ball fall into the hole marked Young and Hung. As soon as it disappears another ball materializes in his hands. He hangs onto it carefully, knowing that another wave of change is about to start.

It begins with a sudden rush of pleasure down his spine and into the base of his cock. His once average member begins slowly inflating, growing thicker and longer as he watches. Then his nuts start swelling; gravity pulls them lower and stretches his sack as their weight increases. After a minute, Marcus's cock hangs soft at a solid 7 inches, and it's twice as thick as used to be when he was fully boned. Hard, his cock will probably reach nine inches. "Oh Jesus," he mutters. He's still got another four inches coming from the Wheel of Inches game.

His balls hang heavy and big like ripe plums. Marcus is officially hung like a horse now.

But there's another change, too. Marcus doesn't immediately pick up on it, but he's a little less hairy. His skin is a little softer. He's aged backwards a few years, too. Marcus is nineteen again.

He holds last ball in his grip and thinks carefully. He can probably aim it, if he can stay focused.