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A weekend with your lover. A cabin in the woods. A cursed deck of cards. One of these things is bound to have more of an effect than the others.
“I told you this game was a stupid idea,” Boris said as he drew two cards and felt his biceps inflate once more, pushing his forearms even further from his chest and making it look like he had melons taped to his thick arms.
“What are you talking about?” Jorgen replied as he played his next card, a yellow seven, and went down to one card. “This is awesome!”
“Awesome is it? You forgot to say Ein…”
“So I did.” And he gleefully drew two cards leading to his thighs surging larger, forcing him to shift as he tried to fit himself around his partner as there was increasingly less space in the cabin for the two of them.
It had started innocently enough. The deck of cards was supposed to have some small enhancements attached to them and the game. Something to make the camping trip a little more exciting. What no one told them is that each game’s gains grew exponentially until the two of them were barely able to pick up the cards from a table balanced on Boris’ chest.
“I could swear you did that on purpose,” Boris spat as he laid down a blue seven.
“Maybe. I am enjoying being this huge.” A blue nine.
“Enjoying it? How?” A blue skip. “Your biceps alone are bigger than your entire body used to be. Ein, by the way.”
“So? Didn’t you always want to become powerful as a kid?”
“Da, who didn’t want to grow up strong, but this is ridiculous,” Boris grumbled at his last card and then drew one. His pecs swelled, knocking the table askew and sending all of the cards tumbling to the floor.
“Oh for the love of–!” The rest of his swearing was drowned out by the sound of them both outgrowing the cabin in a hail of splinters and nails. Turns out, not finishing a game made both parties grow.
The two burly men continued to bulk up, their bodies becoming muscle on top of muscles. Their weight pulled them down the slope, sending them tumbling to the valley floor. Boris ended up under Jorgen and even his mountains of traps and shoulder could not lift his equally massive partner.
The only saving grace in all of this was that neither of them had gotten aroused, but as their bodies squirmed against each other, Boris could feel his python waking. They had each grown between their legs, but neither of them had been showers before.
Despite all of his griping, he was looking forward to this. He could feel the blood pumping as his impossible manhood rose. Past a foot, past two, past four. It seemed insane until he realized he was probably ten feet tall now. That much length might as well have been normal-sized.
Jorgen laughed, and held up one of the cards from before. The last card on the stack, he played out a card stuck in his bicep and shouted with a booming voice that he had won. Only, they were not turning back to normal. If anything, they were growing again…(504)