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Wheel of Change Returns p5.

              Frank followed the strange bunny woman to a backyard.  “So, what kind of game are we going to play?”

              She tugged at her long, floppy ear.  “Oh, you will see.”  She put a board in between them.  “Want to take a spin and test your luck, big boy?”  She giggled.  “Or maybe. . . just maybe take a sip out of this cup.”  She held up a strange glass cup with feminine features.

              He took it out of her hand.  “I don’t think I have seen a bottle with such curves before.”  He gasped as he swore, he heard the bottle moan.  “I think I might be a bit high.”  He set it down on the grass next to him.”

              “Oh, you aren’t high.  But you will be soon.”  Alie giggled.  “So, what do you say?  Want to play with me?  With us?”

              “Us?”  Frank arched an eyebrow.  “Who else is here?”

              “Oh, you will soon see, my dear.  Just spin the wheel.”

              “If I do, then can we play.”

              She licked her lips.  “Of course.”

              He reached down and spun the wheel.  “Sold.”  His eyes widened as a small game piece seemed to materialize on the board.  “What the hell?”  A seven appeared, and his little game piece moved along the board.  “This is strange now, isn’t it?”

              “A latecomer you are, and for that, you must catch up.  Embrace your inner bimbo or induce a penalty.”

              Frank shook his head.  “What the hell does that mean?  I don’t have an inner bimbo.”  He grabbed the board.  “I think this thing is. . .”  His eyes widened.  “What the hell?”  He gulped as he realized there was bright pink nail polish on his nails.  “Where did that come from?”

              “Aww, you have such cute nails.”

              “What are you talking about?  I never paint these.”  He gulped as his nails grew well past his fingers.  “Ahh, what is happening?”

              “Welcome to the game, hun.”  Alie jumped about.  “You will just love it.”  She kissed him on the mouth, sending weird sensations through his body.  His ass tingled, pressing tightly against his jeans.

              “I. . . feel fucking odd.”  As he rubbed his ass, he realized his butt was growing, swelling.  “I want to, like, stop this now.”  He giggled, his voice raising in pitch.  “What the hell?”  He covered his mouth as his butt slipped out of the top of his pants.  “Like my voice, it sounds so. . . I sound like a woman.”

              The new sensations in his chest only made this realization more evident.  As Frank looked down, he could see his tank top start to poke outward.  “I. . . are those. . . boobs?”  He giggled.  “Am I getting boobies?”  He shook his head.  “Why would I say that?  I am not a bimbo.  That board is like wrong.  Ugh my head.”  His now soft hand rubbed against his head.  “My head is like getting fuzzy.”

              Alie hugged him.  “I am here to make it better.  Let it out.  Let her out.”

              As Alie rubbed his body, he could only moan, his boobs swelling bigger and pushing his tank top out.  They were already c-cups, big enough for the bunny girl to squeeze.  “Fuck.”  Frank moaned.  “Rub my nipples.”

              “Okay, girl.”