The Manliest Man 2: Turn 13 Game winner
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Chapter 13 – The End Is In Sight
The game had changed them. That much was obvious.
The transformations weren’t just cosmetic anymore. The line between who they were and who they were becoming had blurred completely. And yet, none of them could stop. Not even Zack.
Especially not Zack.
He rolled the dice with trembling fingers.
Green space.
“Your hunger grows. You crave more. Not just food… but to be filled.”
Zack staggered slightly as the sensation hit him. His stomach growled with sudden, ravenous hunger — but it wasn’t just for food.
He grabbed the side of the table to steady himself as a second kind of hunger crept in… a deep, aching desire low in his gut. The pressure, the heat, the need — it was overwhelming.
“Ughh... what is happening to me...?” he muttered, his voice cracking.
His hands drifted toward his hips instinctively. The weight of his thick plumber butt pushed outward like an invitation, and he bit his lip — confused, aroused, and horrified all at once.
Ty leaned on the table beside him, puffing his cigar.
“Looks like your appetite's finally caught up with you,” he said in that deep, rumbling voice.
Zack looked away quickly, cheeks flushing.
Ty rolled next. Blue space.
“You swell with power. Your manhood surges with energy, ready to burst.”
Ty flinched as the pressure hit low. He grunted, stepping back as his balls grew heavier, rounder, tight with raw sexual energy. He adjusted his belt instinctively, his belly pressing out with pride, his cop uniform straining at the seams.
“Damn,” he muttered with a grin, “Guess it’s true what they say about authority.”
Even his presence felt heavier now — like the room bent toward him. Zack’s breath caught in his throat.
Logan’s turn. He took a deep breath and rolled.
His token moved to the final space.
It happen so fast.
A silence settled over the room.
A small golden card floated up into the air and hovered in front of him.
“Winner. You may remove one transformation.”
He stared at it for a moment, then slowly said, “I think… I want to keep everything.”
There was a beat of quiet surprise.
“Except this,” Logan added, reaching behind to rub the tattoo on his back. “I never really liked the idea of being marked.”
With a soft shimmer, the tattoo faded away — leaving his twinkish swimmer body intact. Lean. Soft. All his.
Alex looked at him with a warm, heated gaze.
“Good call,” he said, stepping forward.
Alex roll his die following right behind Logan on the final space he had come in second but Alex thought he had truly won the game anyway.
Before anyone could react, Alex scooped Logan up into his arms — one massive, wrestler-thick arm under Logan’s knees, the other across his back.
“Wait—what are you doing?” Logan gasped, flushing red.
Alex grinned.
“What I’ve wanted to do since your body started shrinking.”
He carried him off without another word. Logan didn't protest. If anything, he clung tighter.
The bedroom door clicked shut.
Zack blinked, still stunned.
“Did that just happen?” he asked, voice shaking.
“Let the kids have their fun,” Ty said calmly, stepping closer to him. “You and me… we’ve still got a game to finish.”
Zack turned, caught in that deep voice again — in the smell of the cigar, the broad belly, the black uniform, the glint in Ty’s eyes.
“I—uh…” Zack stammered.
“Roll,” Ty commanded. “Now.”
Zack obeyed instantly, breath quickening as he picked up the dice and rolled.
The clatter echoed.
The board buzzed.
Only one turn left.
The end was near.
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