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Part 2: Boot Camp

Joe could not stop looking at Will's chest. When Will threw his shirt to the floor, he watched his chest. When Will glanced down at Curtis' tiny cock, he watched his chest. When Will told him to take his turn, he watched his chest.

"Hello? Wakey, wakey," said Will, waving a hand in front of Joe's eyes as if he was anything other than the embodiment of physical perfection. His other hand lay flat on the floor, parallel with the upwards-arcing shaft of his enhanced length. As he breathed, blood pumped into his member, flooding it with enough force to swell its flare, which bounced against the southern side of his pectorals.

"Yeah, uhm..." Joe droned, taking in the muscles before him like a teen seeing breasts for the first time. Lord, he was hot. Like a breastplate of armour, Will's chest bulged outwards with the hardness of enamel, each pec meeting the other in the middle to form an inch-deep groove. The line, so straight and black it could have been drawn on, defined each half of his muscles like a peninsula.

Not to be forgotten were the obnoxiously large biceps the horse wielded, each cannoning out from his arms to collide with his sides. The fibres of their muscle weaved around and over his shoulder to form some other fantastical groups of muscle Joe was neither familiar with nor sober enough to identify. They hooked upwards onto Will's neck like pistons, pushing to and fro as he shook his head, before spinning down the side of his chest to sweep across his abdomen in a fleece of abs. They rocked forwards and backwards with enough definition to make a body-builder blush.

"Go!" Jess was shouting at him now. She slapped him over the arm. It stung.

Joe rolled the dice, oblivious to his own erection hammering at full arousal below him - entirely on display as clothes had been banished for the remainder of the game. He had been staring at Will for too long now; he had to look elsewhere. Curtis wrapped his arms weakly around his body in an attempt to protect his delicates.

"Are you gonna move or are you gonna suck his clit?" Will said, pulling one of Curtis's arms away. Joe turned crimson as he saw what it had been hiding: a thumb-sized cock erect inside its foreskin, pre-cum dripping from its tip to slick the front of his miniature ball-sack. "Man... Curtis, don't worry; I'll put those inches to good use, alright?" He waved his cock from side to side with his free arm. In contrast, Will's balls were at least three times larger than Curtis's, with a pink hue suggesting their virility.

"Stop," Curtis whined, his face its own shade of beetroot. With nubby arms, he held onto Will's, not even attempting to push him away. Curtis' penis looked around two inches, maybe two and a half. The nipples on his chest were small and pert. His hips were narrow and curved below his crotch to expose the hint of an ass-crack. There was something enticing about seeing him so vulnerable, sitting there in just his glasses, quivering. Curtis blinked rapidly, trying not focus in any once place for too long at a time, but Joe could see where it lingered most: on the meaty shaft of Will's ginormous package.

Joe resisted the sudden impulse to lick along the hollow of Curtis's underbelly and nibble his outward-poking belly button. Equally difficult to resist was the urge to rub his entire body up and along the landscape of Will's body. Jess moved the dog three spaces along on the board before handing Joe a card.

"Thanks," he croaked. He felt her eyes on him, judging his body just as he had done the others. The tip of his shortened cock wobbled nervously. It was embarrassing. "It's seven inches," he said, desperate to explain why his once-proud cock shivered like a kitten in the rain.

"Excuse me?" she replied.

"My co-" the word caught in his throat as he tried to say it, "-My penis. Was seven inches. That's why it's so small."

"Riiight," she said.

Will snorted, draping an arm around Curtis' back. He brought his lips to his cheek, almost close enough to kiss. Curtis trembled violently. "Hey, Curt," Will whispered, loud enough for Joe to hear, "I'm pretty sure these changes are permanent, like, in the rules, you know?"

Curtis' heart skipped a beat. Joe's gut became taut with fear. They both looked down at their own diminutive lengths, sharing the same thought: I'm gonna be stuck like this forever.

"Stop making fun of his baby dick," Jess said to Will.

"It's not a baby dick!" Curtis snapped. He looked to Joe's package, which just so happened to leak a gummy trickle of pre-seed. Dissatisfied with how Joe's length was still an ample five inches, he headbutted Will's shoulder. It barely even registered. "Just go," he said to Joe.

Joe read the card in his hand. "Boot Licker: Each time the next player takes their turn, you must lick their feet." Crap. Jess was definitely going to think he was a weirdo now. He pivoted to face her, looking up to the ceiling to avoid violating her privacy. For some reason, he felt less comfortable eyeing-up Jess than the others. Maybe it was because of the feelings he worried he might hold for her - or because she was more intimidating.

"Better get licking, pussycat," she said, straightening out a leg towards him. He craned his neck in the opposite direction to avoid getting an eyeful of what was between her legs. "Come on, don't be shy now."

"What if I just-" he looked around the board, looking for any excuse to not lick her feet, "-I could lick your shoes, and that would be fine, wouldn't it?"

She wiggled her toe-claws at him.

"Probably," suggested Curtis.

"Oh for fuck sake," Jess said, "Just look at me already. I know you want to."

Heat radiated from his chest to his mouth, evaporating any response his tongue tried so desperately to grab hold of. "But-"

"-B-b-but what? Look at my tits," she said. From his periphery, Joe saw her wrap an arm under her breasts. "You've spent plenty time checking out Will and Curtis, so why am I any different? Is it because I'm a girl?"

"No-"

"-No, it's because _you're_a _pussy."_She spat the words at him, letting her breasts fall free as she held her arms out to the side. "Look at me."

Joe grabbed one of her discarded boots, lifting the rubber of its sole to his lips. It was heavier than expected, but looked clean enough. He sniffed: there was no odour he could discern other than Martin's cigarette smoke. With a scrunched-up snout, he brought his tongue along the grooves on its underside, glad his Aunt had invested in a sturdy welcome matt for the front door. It tasted of rain-water and rubber, with only a few grains of dirt crunching between his teeth. One lick would hopefully be enough. He sat it beside him, ready for the next rotation.

Jess growled. "Look. At. Me."

He winced. He wanted to look. He did not want to look. In his periphery, he saw Jess's hackles standing on end. She pulled back her lips to punctuate her command with two sharp canine teeth.

With a slowness that strained his shoulders, Joe rotated his face to look at Jess. First to come into range was her dark fur, sliding over her elbows and hips like a velvet glove. Blonde-brown accents sprinkled over her curves like gold dust. She was heavier-set than her silhouette suggested, around average build, with a flat middle and long arms. He stared at her boobs. They were slightly smaller than he imagined, hugging on to her chest with just enough slack to show off their entire volume. He imagined what it would be like to hold each one in his paws: weighing them, treasuring them, as his fingers spread across her hard, hot nipples to trace along her chest. The left one was pierced with a golden bar.

She gave him a boyish smile, satisfied with his slack-jaw expression. Her hackles relaxed. She raised an eyebrow at Joe's quaking cock, knowing fine well that it was her who elicited its pathetic squirts of mess. She spread her legs.

He gasped. _Oh God. Oh God, Oh God. Oh my holy fucking God._Trailing down from Jess' abdominal fuzz was the purple blush of skin. The further it descended, the sparser the fur became, until her crotch folded in on itself to form the thick lips of a pussy. They wept with a fluid Joe could only guess to be discharge, parting in the middle to expose a whole repertoire of anatomy that he never knew he had been missing out on. Above it, like a crown to a king, was her clitoris. Either his eyes were playing tricks on him, or it throbbed, enabling the release of further juices below.

"Get a room, you two," Will said while poking and prodding at Curtis' front.

Jess cackled, rolling the dice. "I could say the same about you and your new girlfriend." She winked at the horse and otter, who had shuffled to lean against one another. Will rolled his eyes. Curtis's amber eyes twitched.

"What the _fuck_are you guys doing?" a voice called from above. It was Hannah, one of the deer who had been making out on the bed previously. She twirled around to dangle her legs over the side of the bed, brushing her feet against the side of Will's pecs.

"Wow. Just... Wow," said Maxwell, who had until now been content kissing the evening away.

The two deer, who Joe had known to be the social group's token "sweetheart" couple, had been together ever since they met in first year. There were a few nay-sayers at the time, given how similar they appeared - they were often mistaken for twins due to their tan coat - but love conquered all, other than a few rough patches here or there. Based on how how deep Maxwell had his tongue inside Hannah since the party started, Joe assumed they were in an "on" period. They looked over the riled-up board game happening in front of them.

"It's a magic board-game," said Joe.

"It made us naked and gave Curtis a kiddy dick," added Jess.

"No it didn't!" shouted Curtis, before looking down at the sorry size of his genitals, "Well, it did - but it's not a kiddy dick."

"And I got the dong I truly deserve," Will said to Hannah, gripping the base of his cock until its veins protruded more than the ones on his chest. Hannah flinched, almost kicking the top of his flare.

"R-right..." she said, unable to remove her blue eyes from the point of Will's erect urethra.

"Wanna join my team?" he asked, eyes level with her skirt.

"Well, I - Absolutely. I suppose so!" She slid off the side of the bed to sit beside him, but Will stood up, cock hanging magnificently in the air, before sitting on the bed beside her and wrapping an arm around her middle.

"Han?" asked Maxwell as the weight of Will pulled him into the dip on the bed. Equal parts hope and suspicion shook in his voice, "What's happening right now?"

She glared at him. "I think you know fine well what's happening, Max. Hopefully now you'll know how it feels to be the second most important person in a relationship. Your breath stinks and your aftershave hurts my eyes, and I've been trying all night to make Will jealous so he'll pay me attention." She gripped Will's chest with one hand so she could deliver maximum venom with her tone, meeting Maxwell's eyes between Will's chest and cock-head. "I don't know what kind of fucked up sex game they're playing, but you know what, Max? I don't even care. I'm done. I'm _soo_done. You don't respect me. You don't listen to me. You don't _please_me any more," she cried, tearing off her blouse and pulling down her skirt. As she unhooked her bra, she rubbed her tears on Will's fur. "We're finished. Go home. I hate you. I never want to see you again."

Joe could not believe it. Somehow, something more dramatic than a magic board-game was happening. He looked to Will to see what he made of things. Will opened his eyes wide and brought his fingers back and forth in front of his neck as if to call "cut." Still, he held her close, allowing her to cry on him, only jumping out of his skin slightly when she started stroking his shaft.

"Um, excuse me," said Will.

"What the fuck, Hannah," Maxwell said to his own lap, unable to bring himself to look at what was happening. His voice was muted, choking back on sobs that were as inevitable as the night ending poorly for everyone involved. They must be in an "off" period, Joe thought to himself.

The door opened, bringing with it three more sets of eyes. "What the hell is going on in here?" asked Martin, looking over Jess as he handed her a whiskey. Behind him followed a hedgehog in a hoodie and a crocodile with a leather jacket.

"Woah - ho, ho! You were right, Martin, they're getting it on," said the hedgehog, taking a seat on the window ledge before looking to his phone.

"Mind if we chill here?" Martin asked, voice gruff with the element of tobacco.

"Now's not a-" started Joe.

"Sure," said Jess. She moved the flower five spaces along.

"Sweet," Martin replied, taking a seat beside his other two friends. They opened the window again, smoking and playing music from their phones, even though House music continued to blare from downstairs.

Joe held his head in his hands, a sickly feeling forming in his stomach. The music, the nudity, the breaking up, the smoking, the people coming in and out and shouting and swearing and wanking off Will: it was overwhelming. His average body and now average-sized cock sat in the middle of the room, having a decidedly not-average time.

"I landed on a 'Multiply' square," Jess said, "but I guess nothing happens since there's nothing bad happening to me?"

"I guess so," said Curtis, a glum look on his face now that his eye-candy was being rubbed over by some girl.

"Guys," Joe said, panic-struck, "I don't feel good." He clutched his middle, rocking back and forwards on the spot.

"If you're gonna be sick do it that way," said Jess, pointing towards the door.

But he was not going to be sick. Instead, a familiar tightness crept down his waist until it jolted into his prostate. His rod sprayed a translucent liquid over the board. "Ah!" Another spurt, this time whiter than the last. It felt as though a hand gripped his cock, searing it with heat and pulling back his foreskin until the connecting tissue below felt like it was tearing. He looked down, aghast, as the sensitive foreskin around his length thinned and faded until all that remained was the angry red shaft beneath. He wanted to call for help, but the incorporeal hand reached inside of his body to stroke and squeeze his prostate, sealing away his cries with moans. "No, fuck... I'm-" he whimpered, ropes of cum openly ejaculating from his length now, "-I'm cumming."

Joe mewled as his load blew messily over his own legs, without so much as a single stroke. The sensation did not cease. Even after the final spout of ejaculate, the red-hot touch of something beyond this world rubbed him down, narrowing his glans with friction and siphoning girth from his shaft. Two inches suddenly became a lot more valuable, given his five-inch status - but they left him, millimeter by millimeter, stroke by stroke, until his bollocks were half the size he remembered and his cock only slightly longer than Curtis'.

Only when orgasm subsided did Joe notice the hedgehog recording him on his phone. They wolf-whistled, before leaning back to the window ledge and continuing their conversation with Martin. Joe felt wronged - not by the hedgehog, but by the game. His pecker was barely the size it was when he was twelve years-old, now.

"Why?" Joe asked the others, refusing to look up from the mess he made on the board. It pooled around the figurine of the dog, taunting him with length that could never return. "Was it the multiply that did it?"

"No. It's because you didn't lick my feet, you idiot," said Jess.

"Sorry," Curtis said, somewhat more jubilantly than before given Joe's new membership of the tiny dick club.

One turn had passed since commencing the game and already things were out of hand. Drama, tension and cock lengths lost - and for what? A stupid game: Fey-Roll. Joe cursed himself internally, hoping that at the very least, he could try to win back something from the near-nothing he currently had. If only he could land on the "Nullify" or draw a good card - there _had_to be good cards in there somewhere, he told himself.

He would follow the rules, without error. He had learned his lesson. He just wished it had not come with such a hefty price.