Bros of Catan (Patreon)

Hey all – the comments section for my last story “It’s Hot Out Here Today” said they wanted to see what happened back at the camp. I’ve always loved Baralai’s “Himringyo” stories and this is my take on an homage.  It took me forever to work out the rules, but I’m pleased to present you with the sequel – Bros of Catan. Let me know what you think!

(PS – I may have gone overboard on length. This one weighs in at just under 12,000 words. Just a warning if you’re planning out your reading time.)

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“I can’t believe those guys don’t want to play,” Simon said. Graham, Riley, and Kit had just headed into the forest, off to find an adventure, or at least an excuse to avoid his favourite game.

“Yeah,” Vinnie chuckled. “Skipping out on Catan? Those guys are gonna lose their nerd cred.”

“Oh whatever,” Ferguson shrugged, sitting down at the picnic table. “It’s just a game, and a long-ass game at that. Let’s get started.”

"Wait a second...” Simon said, grabbing the rule sheet out of the box. “I want to go over the rules first.”

“Hey,” Vinnie said, pointing down at the table. The weathered boards were stained with a six coloured rainbow. “Check out the paint job. Probably why this place is called Rainbow Road, huh?”

“Sure,” Simon agreed easily. “Now... let’s look at the rules.”

“We’ve all played like a hundred times,” Ferguson moaned. “Do we really have to read the rules again? Gimme the red pieces and let’s get going.”

“Uh, there aren’t any red pieces,” Vinnie said, digging through the box. “Looks like we’ve got blue, green, purple, and pink. Is this a special edition or something?”

“It shouldn’t be,” Simon frowned. “This is the one we always play during games night.”

“Uh... I think someone’s pranking us...” Ferguson said, lifting a few of the tiles from the box. “This isn't normal. There’s no mines or pastures or anything... it looks like we’ve got gyms... clubs... malls... bars... and I guess the kitchen? And here's a school tile.”

Simon stared at the rules sheet.

“Yeah, this has to be a joke,” Simon said seriously. “This sheet says the game's called ‘Bros of Catan’... but other than the cosmetic updates, it looks the same. I think we can still play. It says the mall produces clothes... the gym produces reps... it’s just the same thing with the names switched around.”

“No way I’m playing,” Vinnie said, crossing his arms. “Settler's is complicated enough as it is. I’m never gonna keep it straight if I have to constantly remember these new names.”

“Yeah...” Ferguson said, shuffling through the tiles. “Besides, this sort of seems like the 'dumb jock edition’ of Catan.”

“You guys are always trying to get out of playing Catan,” Simon complained. “It's the same rules as real Catan, it's just got different nouns. And yeah, maybe it's the jock version... but it's got a school tile, so it can't be that dumb, right?”

“Look... Simon...”

“Come on,” Simon begged. “We made a whole plan to get away this weekend and play some games. This is the game I want to play. I’ll play whatever you want later, but let’s do one game? Please?”

Ferguson glanced at Vinnie and sighed.

“Fine,” Ferguson said. “One game. Then we play something else.”

“Yeah, deal,” Vinnie agreed. “Gimme the green pieces.”

Simon handed over the little plastic bag full of green pieces. He took the blue ones himself and Ferguson reached for the purple.

“Random tiles?” Simon said, not really asking. He shuffled the tiles and laid them out in a hex pattern.

“Oh man... it looks like ‘school’ is the desert tile,” Ferguson groaned. “This is totally the dumb jock version of the game.”

“Whatever,” Simon said, staring at the tiles. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to, okay? It’s not going to be any fun if you complain the whole time.”

Ferguson glanced at his friend. Simon was clearly annoyed with him, and he had a book in the tent... maybe it would be better if he just took off and read for a while. He shifted his weight and tried to stand.

Except he didn’t want to. There was something in the air. Something keeping him there.

“It’s cool,” Ferguson said. “I’m sorry, let’s play the game.”

“Okay!” Simon said, grinning broadly. “Thank you. I’ll go first.”

Simon studied the board. It was an awkward layout, but he found an intersection with two bars and a kitchen. The kitchen was marked with a six, so he knew it would get good rolls.

“Hm... according to the rules, this is called a ‘One Night Stand’ in this version,” Simon said, pulling out a marker in the shape of a bed. “I guess it’s the same thing as a village.”

As Simon placed the marker a relaxed smile flashed across his face. He felt a wave of energy flow through him, a cocky feeling that made his dick jump.

“My turn,” Vinnie said, taking a tiny bed in his hand and looking over his options. After a minute of consideration he placed his green marker on the board at the intersection of a club and two gyms. The club was marked with a six, practically guaranteeing that it would draw a lot of cards.

As Vinnie placed the tiny bed on the board he felt a chill go through him, running up his spine. He sat up straighter, suddenly feeling more confident.

“This is a weird board,” Ferguson said, mulling over his placement. He settled on placing his purple ‘one night stand’ marker at the corner of a club, a gym, and a bar. The club was the same six tile that Vinnie had used.

Ferguson shifted in his seat as the wave of excitement ran through him. He was feeling cocky as he made his next move, placing another tiny bed on the corner of two malls and a kitchen. He smiled at the immediate access to all five resources, plus one of the malls was an eight. He was going to get so many cards! His bros... his buddies were gonna be so jealous.

Simon and Vinnie studied the board carefully, looking for their next move.

Vinnie placed his second piece, a small green marker at the intersection of a club, a bar, and a gym. They were all reasonably decent rolls, though no high roller numbers. He bit his lip – he was missing a mall and a kitchen... but that was fine... he could build roads and he would trade for what he needed. Instinctively, Vinnie knew his bros had his back.

He shook his head. Vinnie wondered where that word came from... his friends... his friends had his back.

Simon laid down his second piece – a blue marker on a bar, a mall, and a club. The frowned... he was missing a gym, but the mall was an eight and he just couldn’t resist. But did it really matter? After all, his bros would take care of him. A cocky relaxation flowed over him.

“Okay, let's draw cards,” Simon said. Bars generated booze while clubs generated horny cards. He drew one of each. His cock jumped as he drew the horny card. Simon shifted, trying to make his half-hard dick calm down.

He reached into a cooler and pulled out a cold beer.

“Wait... did we pack beer?” Vinnie asked, staring at the chilled bottle. “That’s... aren’t you more of a whiskey guy?”

“Yeah, I didn’t pack this cooler," Simon said, casually popping off the bottle cap. He took a long sip and grinned. “Maybe there's something in this... hey guys, there’s an extra sheet of rules. Let me read it... Bros of Catan, additional rules. (1) This edition of the game is magic. (2) This edition of the game will transform the players throughout the game. (3) It’s just a game. Once a player has scored ten points, all players will be returned to normal... that’s it?”

“Bullshit,” Vinnie said, rolling his eyes. “You know I love Dr. Strange, but magic isn’t actually real.”

“Then who packed the beer?” Simon asked, raising an eyebrow.

The three men glanced at each other nervously. Maybe Graham or Riley or Kit had slipped the cooler into the back of their car.

“Okay, let’s keep playing,” Vinnie said. He drew a horny card and a reps card. “Hey... Simon, did you feel... something... when you took your card?”

“Your dick jumped a little?” Simon asked, wincing as he said the words.

“Yeah...” Vinnie said. “Do you think this game can actually make us horny? And this ‘reps’ card from the gym... it says CHEST on it. What's that mean?”

“Uh... I think it means chest," Simon said, staring as Vinnie’s chest swelled slightly under his t-shirt. “Check it out... your body is actually changing. I guess my beer isn't so far fetched now, huh?”

“Oh wow,” Ferguson said, his dick jumping as he drew a horny card too. “Yeah... that feels weird. And this card from the mall, it’s a ‘clothes’ card that says ANKLE SOCKS.”

Sure enough, he felt a tickle on his ankles as his socks shrunk down into a pair of neon purple ankle socks.

“It’s like Jumanji,” Vinnie laughed. “Like the stuff that happens in the game actually happens in real life. But who cares? The rules said it all goes back to normal after.”

“Right, okay,” Simon nodded. “Okay, my turn. I rolled a ten. That’s... Vinnie, you and me both have clubs there.”

The two men bit their lips and drew horny cards. Vinnie felt his dick jump again, settling into a half-chub under his jeans. The exchanged a glance, neither of them giving voice to thought.

“Okay, I’m buying a road,” Simon said. “Or... this version calls it ‘a hookup’. Whatever, I spent a horny card and a booze and now...”

He placed a blue road on the board. There was a cluster of gyms nearby and he was hoping to get to them first. As long as Vinnie didn't cut him off, he could get a sweet spot in the middle.

Vinnie took the dice and rolled a two. Simon grinned... the two was his bar. He picked up his beer and took a deep gulp, downing almost half the bottle. Simon let out a loud belch, causing the others to roll their eyes.

“Don’t be gross,” Vinnie winced. “We might be playing this, but that doesn’t turn us into idiot fratbros, okay?”

“Whatever,” Simon said. “I’m having a beer, who cares if I burp.”

“Okay, it’s my turn,” Ferguson said. He rolled an eight which meant that everyone got something. Clothes for Simon and Ferguson, while Vinnie drew a booze card. He reached into the cooler and pulled out a beer.

“Okay... that feels weird,” Ferguson said. His t-shirt was shifting, loosing its sleeves and becoming a loose tanktop over his skinny torso. His shirt re-coloured itself from black to a light purple fabric.

“My card says ‘hemp necklace’,” Simon said, touching his neck nervously. A braided necklace was hanging around his neck.

“You both gonna join a boyband?” Vinnie joked. He chuckled... his bros... his buddies looked weird with their new outfits.

“It’s just the game,” Simon said dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, besides, I rolled a six!”

They examined the board and found a bar and a kitchen that matched the number. Simon drew a ‘nutrition’ card from his kitchen, while Ferguson joined Simon and Vinnie in puling a beer from the cooler.

Under Simon’s shirt his belly was shrinking, taking him from a hefty guy to someone with a bit of a beer belly. He smiled at the change. He was always trying to slim down in the real world, but no matter how many walks he took it never worked.

“Okay, I’m gonna spend a booze and a horny,” Simon said. “Getting another hookup and... there we go.” He placed another blue road down. Two more hookups and he’d be ready to place a One Night Stand exactly where he wanted.

“Alright,” Vinnie said, taking the dice and rolling a five. Simon pulled a booze card while Ferguson took a reps card. “Whoa!”

Ferguson cracked his neck as his shoulders grew wider.

“B... Vinnie, just relax,” Simon said, killing his beer.

“This is so weird...” Vinnie said, staring at Ferguson with a little nervousness. He wondered if the game had any limits. He wondered exactly how far it would go.

“Okay...” he breathed. “I’m gonna buy a hookup.”

He traded cards for the piece. Vinnie laid it on the board, making an attempt at cutting off Simon. If Simon couldn't get to a gym, he’d be seriously hobbled.

“I got a nine,” Ferguson said. “That’s booze for both of you.”

Simon grabbed another beer from the cooler and cracked it open. Meanwhile Vinnie chugged half of his bottle, letting out a little belch and a chuckle.

“You're right b... bud,” he stuttered. “That felt great. I’m gonna build a hookup...”

He exchanged cards and laid a purple road on the board. All three players were headed towards the tempting cluster of gyms, but only one of them could win it.

Simon rolled an eleven, which meant that Vinnie got more reps.

“What’d you draw?” Simon asked with a little jealousy. He didn't have a gym yet, and he was worried that one of the other two might cut him off.

“Uh... biceps,” Vinnie said. Sure enough, his t-shirt sleeves were starting to hug his arms tighter as his biceps swelled.

“Cool,” Simon said.

“Uh yeah...” Vinnie said, unsure how to react to his changing body. "I guess... I’m kinda like a shapeshifter or something. Anyway... I rolled a ten.”

Simon and Vinnie both drew a horny card. They exchanged another look as their half hard cocks jumped again and became totally hard. It was getting difficult to ignore.

“Okay, so I’m gonna do a new hookup,” Vinnie said, placing a green road on the board. Simon’s face fell – Vinnie had cut him off from the gymtersection. With another few cards Vinnie would be building a vil... a One Night Stand there.

“Oh well,” Simon sighed. He glanced at the board. There was another gym he might reach, but it was nowhere near as good.

Ferguson interrupted his moping with another roll.

“I got an eight!” Ferguson said. “That’s... clothes for me and Simon, and Vinnie you get another horny card.”

“Yeah, okay,” Vinnie said nervously, drawing the card. He felt his cock stiffen even more in his jeans. The hard rod was impossible to ignore. “Guys... maybe we shouldn't be playing this game?” he suggested.

“Come on, we just barely started,” Simon complained. As they talked he drew a clothes card. He reached down and picked up a blue baseball cap. It hadn’t been there a moment earlier, but that didn’t seem strange. Simon slid the cap over his messy hair.

“What are you doing bro cosplay now?” Vinnie joked, pointing at the backwards cap.

“Fuck off,” Simon chuckled. “It's a look, okay?”

“And what about you bro?” Vinnie asked Ferguson.

“Uh, I got cargo shorts,” Ferguson said, glancing down. He was wearing a dark purple pair of shorts that were studded with pockets. Except for his black running shoes, Ferguson was clad entirely in purple.

“Great... we’ve got Simon playing like he’s a bro and Ferguson dressing in monochrome.”

"And you’re gaining that muscle,” Simon pointed out. “Look, whatever this game is doing, it’s temporary and it’s harmless... let’s just let it happen.”

“Yeah bro, whatever,” Vinnie muttered. The word kept slipping into his sentences, even though he hated when guys said it.

“Anyway, I got a nine,” Simon shrugged. “You get a booze. I get a booze. Sorry Ferguson.”

Simon and Vinnie both picked up their beers unconsciously and took long pulls from the bottles.

“I’ve got lots of clothes cards,” Simon said. “Does anyone want to trade a clothes card for a horny card? Vinnie... you’re not on any malls, right?”

“Yeah, that's true," Vinnie said, jumping on the opportunity. “Here you go.”

As the two men swapped cards, Vinnie felt his hard cock ease slightly, still fully erect but no longer unignorable. He breathed a sigh of relief – he could trade away anything he didn't want. As Simon’s cock hardened urgently, he felt the hemp necklace fade from his neck and saw it appear around Vinnie’s. The knotted rope was interspersed with a half dozen green beads.

“That looks good on you," Simon said, staring at his more muscular friend. He was getting confused... he was horny... Vinnie was decent looking... maybe...

But that couldn’t be, Simon thought. He’d always been straight, and the game rules didn’t say anything about getting horny for guys. Not even the magic rules sheet.

“My turn bro,” Vinnie said, breaking the intense eye contact with Simon. “Let’s see... I got a seven. That’s the robber, right?”

“Yeah. But in these rules, it’s called the professor.”

“Alright professor,” Vinnie said. He moved the small figure to a mall tile that Simon and Ferguson shared, blocking their access for the moment. “I’ll take a card from Ferguson.”

Ferguson held out his cards and Vinnie plucked one confidently. He flipped the card and found out that he’d gotten Ferguson’s tanktop card – beside him Ferguson’s tank was becoming a t-shirt once again, though it kept it’s light purple shade. Vinnie’s sleeves shrunk away and he felt the fabric rearrange itself into an athletic green tanktop that made his new chest look even better.

“Sweet, thanks bro,” Vinnie chuckled. “Okay, roll the dice Ferguson.”

Ferguson took the dice and rolled an eleven. That meant more reps for Vinnie. He drew the card and shifted on his ass.

“That’s weird,” he chuckled. “My glutes... I got a big ass bros.”

“Nice...” Simon said, trying to ignore the way Vinnie's change made his cock twitch. “I uh... I rolled a nine.”

The looked over the board. A nine meant more booze for Simon and Vinnie. Both guys took a swing of their beers. Vinnie burped and laughed at the sound.

“I think I’m gonna create another hookup,” Simon said, spending two cards. “I need to get some reps like Vinnie... there, I can build a one night stand here... once I get the cards.”

“Good luck bro,” Vinnie said. “You need reps to build. Now... I rolled an eight. The professor's on your mall, so nothing for you two. But I get another horny card!”

Vinnie tried to stop thinking about his cock. It was so urgent and excited... to do what? There weren’t any girls for miles.... just his bros. His bros... there was that word again. Vinnie couldn’t think of any other word to describe them.

“I’m gonna build a One Night Stand,” Vinnie grinned, shaking off the thought. “Right in the middle of all those gyms.”

“Oh fuck, like you need more reps,” Ferguson said, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, more cards means more stuff I can build,” Vinnie chuckled. He placed a green bed marker on the board.

“Oh shit,” Ferguson cursed. “I rolled a ten. That's nothing for me, but another horny card for you and Simon. When am I gonna get some horny cards?”

Vinnie took his card and scratched his chest, kneading the muscle there softly.

“I dunno bro,” he chuckled. "Be careful what you wish for.”

"Yeah," Simon said, trying not to grab his dick. “It’s like the clothes and the muscle and the booze... I’m seriously way more horny than normal. Oh... thank goodness I’ve only got seven cards.”

Simon had rolled a seven. He picked up the professor and moved it to a gym that both Ferguson and Vinnie were using.

“I’ll take something from Ferguson," he said, drawing a card from his friends hand.

As Simon pulled the card, Ferguson felt his ankles itch as his ankle socks shifted back to a boring pair of purple dress socks. Simon felt his feet tingle as his socks transformed into an electric blue pair of ankle socks.

“How about I trade some booze for reps,” Simon said, trying to get enough cards to build a one night stand. But both Vinnie and Ferguson were shaking their head.

“Not after blocking our gym bro,” Vinnie said.

“Aw, come’on.”

Ferguson just shrugged his wide shoulders.

Meanwhile Vinnie rolled a six. They glanced at the board and then started dealing out cards – a horny card for Ferguson and a nutrition card for Simon. Simon felt his stomach suck in more, becoming flat under his t-shirt.

“Huh, you're right about that,” Ferguson said, feeling his horny card bring him up to a solid half-chub. “I do feel a little hornier.”

“Yeah...” Vinnie moaned, trying not to feel himself up. “I'm uh... I’m gonna get a hookup.” He placed a green road, cutting off the one path Ferguson had attempted so far.

“Okay, I got a five," Ferguson said excitedly. “Dammit! That professor is blocking my reps!”

Simon drew another booze card silently and finished his beer.

“Let's see what I get,” Simon said, rolling the dice with a flourish. “Looks like I got a four. Nothing for me, but I got Vinnie two reps, and there’s a clothes card for Ferguson.”

Ferguson drew his card first, enjoying the feeling of his tee shrinking down again and exposing his arms in a striped purple tank. He silently wished that he could draw a few of those rep cards... Vinnie’s arms were looking good in his tank, Ferguson wished that he looked that hot...

Vinnie's next two cards only re-enforced the look. His shoulders grew wider, until they were stretching his shirt tightly. His delts swelled up into a buff pair of capped delts, exploding out from his tank. Ferguson looked on with jealousy.

“I'm gonna trade in four of these booze cards for a rep...” Simon said. As he landed the cards in the discard pile he felt himself sober up a little. He hadn't even realized how tipsy he’d been feeling, but trading the cards felt like a cup of black coffee.

Simon drew a new reps card and smiled. It was a card for a heavy chest – Simon grinned as he felt a pair of rounded pecs push out under his tee.

“How about a six bros?” Vinnie chuckled, looking at his roll. “That’s another horny card for you Ferguson... and Simon, even more nutrtition bro...”

The two men drew their cards. Ferguson was starting to understand what his friends were talking about – his cock was fully hard in his cargo shorts.

“Shit... okay, yeah, I'm horny...” he said, glancing at his buddies. His eyers lingered on Vinnie’s thick arms. “But like... nothing I can't handle...”

Simon slid his hand under his shirt, subtly feeling the six pack that had just shown up.

“Yeah,” Simon said. “Nothing I can't handle.”

“Let’s keep going," Ferguson nodded, grabbing the dice. “Oh shit, I got a seven... Simon, you've got too many cards, right?”

Simon sighed and started to discard cards. Three nutrition cards and a horny card ended up on the table. He groaned as his new abs went away, hidden beneath a thick beer belly.

“I’m moving the professor to this gym," Ferguson said, pointing at a tile where Vinnie had two One Night Stands.

“Aw, bro, seriously?” Vinnie moaned. Ferguson plucked a reps card from Vinnie. The buff man felt his delts deflate while Ferguson's newly capped delts burst from his tank.

“Yeah, sorry bro,” Ferguson chuckled, flexing the muscle. Damn... that word felt good to say. “But you gotta admit, I look hot, huh bro?”

“Uh... yeah, sure bro,” Vinnie said, playfully punching Ferguson in the arm. He knew they were both horny... but wasn’t he straight?

“My turn!” Simon said, ignoring the tension. “I got a three!”

“That's nutrition for me!” Ferguson cheered. "And Vinnie gets more reps.”

"Thank fuck bro,” Vinnie chuckled, taking a card and regaining his pumped delts.

“Yeah... check this out,” Ferguson said, lifting his tank and showing the other two men his newly tight waist.

“Whatever... we're all straight here,” Simon said. “Right?"

“Yeah bro...” Vinnie said, his eyes lingering on Ferguson's torso. “That’s right bro. Oh hey, I got a six!”

“Oh awesome," Simon said with excitement. “That gives me a nutrition. That feels... whoa guys...”

Simon grinned as he swelled slightly, ten or so pounds of muscle spreading over his entire body.

“And I guess I'm even more horny,” Ferguson said, trying hard to ignore the urgent signals his cock was sending him. It was hard to focus. His eyes kept flicking over to Vinnie’s big chest and wide shoulders. He couldn't tell if he wanted to be the larger man or... or what?

He tried to forget his urges and just take his turn. Ferguson rolled the dice, took one more glance at Vinnie’s thick pecs, and spoke up.

“I got a twelve,” he said, taking a long drink of his beer. "That's booze for me. I’m gonna spend some booze and reps to hookup... just a little more booze and I’m headed for a One Night Stand.”

Ferguson laid a road on the board and passed the dice to Simon

“I got another seven," Simon frowned. “At least nobody has too many cards.”

He took the professor token and moved it to the gym that Vinnie and Ferguson shared. With any luck that would keep them from getting too far ahead. Simon bit his lip and then nodded at Vinnie, stealing a reps card from his bro.

“Aw man," Vinnie said as his biceps shrunk back down. They were almost comical hanging under a thick pair of capped delts, like he'd decided that every day was shoulder day.

“Maybe you’ll get more reps," Simon laughed, flexing his new biceps without worry. “I mean... it's not like you’re running short.”

“Fine,” Vinnie said, giving the dice a roll. He ended up with a ten. No help on the reps, but he pulled another horny card with Simon. As the two men went to pull their cards their fingers touched, sending a jolt of erotic energy between them. “Holy crap...” Vinnie gasped.

“What bro?” Ferguson asked, glancing back and forth between his buddies. He felt another surge of satisfaction just using the word. God... it was good to have bros...

“Nothin’”, Simon said guiltily. He made eye contact with Vinnie, trying to silence his friend.

“Yeah... it just... it felt weird," Vinnie said.

"Okay, whatever,” Ferguson shrugged. “I got a six.”

"That's a nutrition for me," Simon grinned, grabbing eagerly for a card. Ferguson was grabbing a horny card too and Simon found himself wishing that they might accidentally brush against eachother. Sadly they didn't touch... but he took some small consolation in his stomach flattening out again underneath his tee.

“You’ve got eight cards now,” Simon pointed out to Ferguson.

“Good call bro," Ferguson nodded. “Just in case that professor comes along... lets see, I’m gonna trade four horny cards for a booze.”

Ferguson took a swing of his beer and relaxed. His cock was still slightly hard, but compared to the intense impulses he'd been feeling it was a walk in the park.

Simon grabbed the dice and rolled. Another six. Another nutrition for him, and another horny card for Ferguson. Again he hoped their hands would brush up... this time Simon clumsily reached across the piles, virtually guaranteeing skin to skin contact. He felt a little spark jump between them. Ferguson glanced at his bro with surprise.

“Whoa... was that what you were talkin’ about bro?” Ferguson asked. "That was like... unreal.”

“Yeah... felt good, huh?” Simon grinned. “Well, I'm way more horny than you bud. I kinda... I kinda wanna...”

“It's just the game guys,” Vinnie interrupted. “It’s just... all we gotta do is finish the game and everything goes back to normal, right?”

“Yeah, but...?”

“But nothin’ bro,” Vinnie said, shaking his head at them. “I don’t wanna hear about anything but finishing this game, okay?”

“Even when I got these to show off?” Simon asked, standing up and raising his shirt. He had a solid set of abs. Vinnie stared for a long second before shaking his head again.

“Put those away bro,” he said. "We got a game to play. Are you done your turn?”

“Uh... Simon’s at nine cards," Ferguson said. “I mean... if you wanna trade or something bro.”

“I think I'm gonna risk it," Simon said. “I just need a booze and then I’m good for a One Night Stand.”

“Okay bro, that’s your... oooof....” Vinnie said. He’d managed to roll a seven. Simon’s face fell as he was faced with discarding five cards.

“Shit,” Simon said. “Okay... I’m not gonna lose my abs again, not gonna happen.... I guess let's discard two horny cards, one clothes card, and two reps?”

As he tossed away the cards his backwards ball cap faded away from his head and exposed his messy hair. His biceps shrank down and his pecs got smaller.

“Great...” Simon moaned. “I got ankle socks and abs.”

“Don't forget you're drunk and horny,” Vinnie chuckled. “I’m gonna put the professor on this mall,” he said, pointing at a mall that Simon and Ferguson shared. “Ferguson, gimme a card.”

Ferguson fanned out his hand and Vinnie snagged a horny card from him. Vinnie’s hand was on his pecs constantly, squeezing them and tweaking his nipple.

“Uh bro... maybe get a room?” Simon chuckled.

“I can't help it bro,” Vinnie said with a helpless shrug. “It’s like... I'm just really horny, okay bro?”

“Whatever bro,” Simon said with a roll of his eyes. "My turn, okay?”

Simon rolled a seven.

"Hey, at least I don’t gotta discard this time, huh bro?” he said, glancing at his buddies. Simon placed he professor on Vinnie and Ferguson’s shared gym. He was jealous of the gains they were both receiving. “Ferguson, gimme a card.”

He ended up with a booze card from Ferguson. Simon cracked open a new beer and took a deep drink.

“Okay, what’s a three get us?" Vinnie asked. He glanced at the board.

“Uh, that’s reps for you, so no surprise," Simon said jealously. "And a nutrition card for Ferguson.”

“Oh cool,” Vinnie said, checking out his new card. “Bi's are back baby!” His arms added on muscle, starting to find a little balance. Meanwhile Ferguson drew a nutrition card and felt as his pecs ballooned.

“Maybe we should just like... stop playing here,” Ferguson said, tweaking a nipple. “I mean... it's like... not that bad, right? I don’t wanna give this up.”

“No way bro,” Vinnie insisted. “I’m horny as fuck right now... I’m not staying like this bro...”

“Fine, let’s keep playing," Ferguson shrugged. “Okay, I got a four. That's clothes for me and a couple reps for Vinnie.”

He watched Vinnie draw his card – with two sets of reps Vinnie’s triceps were getting big to match his biceps, and his back was developing into a thick vee.

“Shit bro, if you hadn’t stolen my booze I'd be having a One Night Stand,” Vinnie complained.

“Relax bro,” Simon laughed. “You're like... a fucking god of a gymbro, okay? Just chill out and enjoy the ride.”

“I wanna win the game," Vinnie said, shrugging his buff shoulders. “Hey Ferguson, what was that clothes card?”

Ferguson stood up, exposing his shorts. They'd shrunk from a baggy pair of cargo shorts into a tight fitting pair of royal purple rugby shorts.

“Man... those would look great on my ass...” Vinnie muttered.

“Yeah, well... anything would look good on your ass.”

“Guys, mind if I take my turn?” Simon joked. “Okay... I got a seven again!”

“Aw shit,” Vinnie said. He had ten cards and would have to give up a lot. “When you discard... you lose that stuff, right? Shit, I don't wanna give away my gains bro.”

“Hey bro, you gotta play by the rules," Ferguson shrugged. “You’re the one who insisted we gotta keep going, aren't you?”

“Yeah... but... okay, I’m giving up three horny cards... the hemp necklace... and fuck... I gotta give up my back and my wide shoulders.”

As he discarded the cards he shrunk down, getting narrower and narrower. On his new frame his big delts and pecs seemed downright overpowering.

“And then... I'm sorry bro,” Simon said. “I'm gonna put the professor on that gym where you get the double reps. So gimme a card.”

Vinnie handed a card to Simon, watching as his biceps whithered away. He still had thick triceps, but the beautiful peaks were gone.

“It’s cool bro,” Vinnie said, trying to stay positive. “I got big arms and a nice ass... so what if I'm not a god anymore, I’ll get there.”

“Yeah you will,” Simon said, stoked to have a big set of biceps again. “Do you wanna trade booze for reps?”

“I do!” Ferguson said, jumping in. The two men traded – Simon felt himself sober up slightly while Ferguson’s back narrowed. Simon felt his bones crack as his body reshaped itself into a wide vee. For the first time all game, he felt like he was winning a little.

“Alright, I’m gonna spend three nutrition and two reps... we're making a city,” he grinned. “Or... uh, these rules call it a ‘fuckbuddy’. I guess I got a fuckbuddy bros!”

Simon grabbed a piece from his pile. It was modelled from a naked bro wearing a backwards ball cap. Simon looked over his One Night Stands and upgraded the one at the intersection of a bar, a club, and a mall.

Vinnie picked up the dice and rolled a ten.

“Okay, that's two horny cards for Simon, thanks to his new fuckbuddy, and one for me.”

The two men drew their cards, making sure to brush their hands against the other. They exchanged a quick grin at the rush that contact with another man brought them.

“I should trade..." Vinnie moaned, staring at his hand. “But bro, I can’t part with my gains, y’know?”

“That sounds like a you problem,” Ferguson joked, rolling another ten. “Uh, same roll guys, that’s two more horny cards for Simon and one for you Vinnie.”

“Yeah, okay,” Simon said, drawing two cards. He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping that his bicep would be tempting enough that someone would... fuck... he knew he wanted something, but he couldn’t force it into words. It was just a feeling... a feeling that got stronger with every single horny card he collected.

“I’m buying a One Night Stand,” Ferguson said. He laid down the tiny bed at the intersection of a gym, a club, and a kitchen.

“Let’s do... an eight!” Simon said, rolling the dice. “That’s uh... two clothes for me, one for Ferguson, and Vinnie you get a horny card.”

Vinnie bit his lip and drew his card. He kept one hand roaming over his body, rubbing his muscle as he went.

“Sweet," Simon said, reading his cards. “I get my hemp necklace back! And my cap!” Both items faded into existence. He reached up his ball cap and twisted it so the brim pointed backwards.

Ferguson felt an unusual squeeze on his balls. He glanced at his card and blushed.

“What did you get?” Simon asked, staring at his bro. "I don’t see anything new?”

“Uh... I got a jockstrap,” Vinnie admitted. He pulled down the waistband of his rugby shorts slightly, exposing a lime green band that wrapped around his waist.

“That's fuckin’ hot bro...” Simon said. "Fuck me... I’m way too horny. Uh... I’m gonna trade in four horny cards and get a booze.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as his cock went from unignorable to merely hard as fuck. Simon grabbed his beer and drained it to celebrate.

“C’mon baby.... gimme some gains,” Vinnie said, rolling the dice. He rolled a pair of sixes.

“That’s twelve,” he said, counting the numbers. “I guess that's just a booze for Ferguson.”

Ferguson grabbed his beer and took a slug.

“Just?” Ferguson said with a raised eyebrow. “Bro, I like... never get a beer.”

He picked up the dice and rolled a nine.

“See you guys always get beer,” he said. Simon and Vinnie both shrugged and grabbed a beer from the draw pile, opening fresh beers and cheersing with them before taking long drinks from the bottles.

“Yeah, this thing’s turning into a kegger,” Vinnie joked.

“Want more booze?” Ferguson offered. “I want some reps... trade me?”

“Nah bro,” Simon said, shaking his head. “Like you said, we got lots of booze. Besides, I don't wanna lose my gains."

“Yeah bro,” Vinnie echoed. "I don't wanna lose my gains bro.”

Ferguson sighed while Simon rolled.

“Hey, it's a six,” Simon said. “That's a nutrition for me, and Ferguson, you get a horny.”

“Thanks bro..." Ferguson said, shifting in his seat as his cock tried to distract him again.

“No worries bro," Simon chuckled. He felt ten or fifteen pounds of muscle pile evenly across his frame.

Vinnie grabbed the dice and rolled an eight.

“Okay guys... that's two clothes cards for Simon, and one for Ferguson. And I guess I get even fucking hornier,” he said, grabbing a card.

“Feeling too horny bro?” Ferguson asked teasingly as his tanktop shifted to a purple mesh fabric. “I guess this doesn’t help, huh?”

“I mean... it's not... you look great in that shirt bro,” Vinnie admitted. “But like... I’m not into bros, you know?”

“Me either bro,” Simon said, glancing down as his t-shirt became a sky blue tanktop and his jeans morphed into a pair of electric blue board shorts. “But you gotta admit we’re looking pretty hot, right?”

Vinnie stared at Simon’s pumped up muscles and relaxed style. He looked like he belonged in some boybands music video, the kind of background extra who might break out dancing at any second.

“Uh, yeah... we’re all hot,” Vinnie admitted. “No homo though, right?”

“Yeah bro,” Ferguson said, picking up the dice and rolling an eight. “No homo. Hey, that’s two clothes for Simon, one for me, and... oh look Vinnie, you get another horny card.”

Vinny took a deep breath and pulled another card from the pile. He felt like he was practically vibrating. If Simon or Ferguson were to touch him... even if they just got too close... he wasn’t sure what he would do.

Simon grabbed his clothing cards. One of them gave him a cheap pair of plastic sunglasses with bright blue frames. The other one gave him a blue silicone wristband.

“You’re looking like a real bro, huh bro," Vinnie said, staring at Simon.

“You too bro,” Simon grinned, enjoying the way that Vinnie’s pecs pushed out against his gym tank. “You’re like... a real muscle jock bro.”

“For real bro,” Ferguson said, taking his card. A chunky purple watch appeared on his wrist. “How about a trade... my rugby shorts for some reps. You said your ass would look hot in these, right?”

“Uh... yeah,” Vinnie said. “But I don't really need clothes for the game... I mean... what I meant is... I uh...”

“C’mon bro," Ferguson teased him. “Maybe you don't need the shorts... but you want the shorts, right? You want to show off that fine ass.”

“I guess... but bro, we're talking about my gains...”

“Okay, how about I trade you the rugby shorts and my jockstrap for... just for your triceps bro. Nothin’ big, I just want your tris.”

Vinnie bit his lip for a second. It was so hard to think with hot guys like Simon and Ferguson around... though he’d never admit that.

“Okay,” he said, giving in because it was easier than thinking it through. “Yeah, your shorts and jock for my triceps.”

The men swapped cards. Ferguson’s shorts loosened back into a pair of purple cargo shorts and his triceps pumped up. Vinnie felt a little sad as his triceps deflated... but he stood up and twirled around as the rugby shorts formed over his new green jockstrap.

“How does it look bro?” Vinnie asked uncertainly.

“Hot bro,” Simon grinned. "Your ass looks so good in those shorts.”

“Thanks.” “Anytime bro,” Simon grinned.

“Now I’m gonna spend some cards and... I got a One Night Stand,” Ferguson grinned.

“Uh, bro, there’s nowhere you can put one,” Simon pointed out. “Like, none of your hookups are ready for it.”

“Aw fuck,” Ferguson laughed, dropping the cards back into his hand. “Shit bro, I’m not thinking too good... I’m fuckin' horny, you know?”

“Yeah..." Vinnie said, his bulge visible through the thin fabric of the rugby shorts. His jockstrap was pushing the whole bulge forward, making it even more prominent. “Fuck... I’m fuckin’ ready to burst bro.”

“Yeah...” Ferguson said, staring at the board and trying to concentrate. “I guess I'm gonna do a hookup.” He laid a piece on the board, headed towards an intersection with two malls on it.

“My turn!” Simon said with excitement. “I got a nine! That’s booze for me and Vinnie.”

The two men grabbed booze cards.

“You guys wanna trade.... booze for clothes?” Simon asked.

“Yeah, I’m in on that,” Ferguson said. “Here, take my tank, I'll take your booze.”

The men swapped cards. Ferguson took a drink as he grabbed the card. Nothing changed for Simon – he already had a tanktop card, and Ferguson had a mesh tank card that was keeping his clothing intact.

“Cool,” Simon grinned. “I’m gonna trade in all these clothes cards... the socks, the necklace, the cap... my tank, my shorts... even my sunglasses and my wristband. I need a reps card and a horny card.”

As his clothes cards hit the discard pile, Simon felt his clothes fading away. Instead of his old clothes returning though, something new happened. He was nearly naked. No socks, no shirt, no pants... nothing. He was wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs and a golden tan.

“No way bro...” Simon chuckled. “Glad I got the big pecs and the abs, huh! Looks like I'm goin’ shirtless today.”

“Yeah...” Vinnie said, staring at his compact friend. Simon looked like a gymnast, all pumped and cut. Vinnie could barely take his eyes off Simon’s pecs.

“Now I wanna trade some booze for some clothes... how about it?” Simon asked.

“I’m in,” Ferguson said. He handed Simon the card for his chunky watch and took a booze card. The watch appeared on Simon's wrist.

"Okay, awesome,” Simon grinned. “Now I'm gonna spend clothes, reps, booze, and a horny card to do a One Night Stand!” He pulled a marker from his pile and placed it at the intersection of a gym and a kitchen. Finally, he had access to reps. The nearly naked bro grinned at his accomplishment.

“Okay, my turn,” Vinnie said, grabbing the dice. He rolled a six.

“Okay, that’s two nutrition for Simon, and two horny cards for Ferguson,” Vinnie said, watching as his friends drew their cards. Simon’s muscles swelled up even more, making him look almost over-pumped.

Ferguson felt thirstier than ever. He was practically drooling as he stared at Vinnie.

“Okay, I’m gonna spend two booze and two horny cards... gonna do two hookups,” Vinnie said.

“Really?” Ferguson laughed. “Twice in one night? Beast bro!”

“Hey, that's just how I roll bro,” Vinnie laughed back. "I’m good to build a One Night Stand next... I just need a booze. Want the jockstrap again? I’ll trade you.”

“Sorry bro, not gonna happen,” Ferguson said.

“Yeah bro, I can’t,” Simon shrugged.

“Well... I’ll get it soon,” Vinnie said philosophically. “You gotta be patient and shit I guess.”

“Yeah, for sure," Ferguson agreed easily. “Oh hey, I rolled a seven again. How’s that work again?”

“Does anyone have more than seven cards?” Simon asked. All three men carefully counted out their cards before shaking their heads.

“Okay... I’m gonna move the professor over here to this bar,” Ferguson said, blocking a bar that both Vinnie and Simon relied on. “And I’m gonna steal something from... Simon?”

Simon handed over a nutrition card. He lost a few pounds of muscle, though his build was still impressive. Ferguson grinned as he took the card, watching as visible abs appeared underneath his mesh tank.

“Okay, cool, I'm gonna hookup," Ferguson said, discarding a couple of cards. He completed a road towards the intersection with two malls. “And then I'm gonna do a One Night Stand.”

Four more cards hit the discard pile, and Ferguson placed a bed on the board.

“It’s my turn!” Simon laughed. “Let's see what I get!”

He rolled an eleven.

“Oh, no way bro!” Simon pouted. “Vinnie gets two reps and Fergie gets one, but nothin’ for me?”

Vinnie eagerly grabbed two cards. Thick biceps and triceps. His arms pumped themselves up, looking even bigger than before.

“Sorry bro,” Ferguson shrugged, his back getting wider and more muscular as he did.

“Lemme try bro,” Vinnie said. “Maybe I’ll get you something. Okay... I rolled like... a nine. Sorry bro, that just gets Ferguson some new clothes.”

“Hey, I don’t mind,” Ferguson grinned. He glanced down at his feet and saw a new pair of neon purple sneakers form where his beat up old running shoes had been.

Ferguson was still grinning when he rolled an eight.

“Hey, that’s not bad, huh Simon?” he asked. “I get a clothes card, but you get two of ‘em. And Vinnie just gets hornier!” he laughed.

Ferguson felt his ankles tickle again. His boring socks were replaced with a pair of bright purple ankle socks. Meanwhile Simon stayed mostly unclothed – his two cards gave him back his hemp necklace and brought back the backwards ball cap again.

“Sick,” Simon grinned. “Bro, this game knows like... exactly what I want!”

“Yeah...” Vinnie said. “You’re looking like... super hot bro.”

“Yeah!” Ferguson laughed. “Me too!”

“For real Fergie,” Simon agreed, staring at his bro’s muscle tits through the thin mesh fabric. “You’re lookin’ good too bro.”

“Uh... hey Simon,” Vinnie said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

"You gonna take your turn bro?” Vinnie asked. Simon realized he’d been staring at Ferguson’s pecs for longer than he thought.

“Uh, yeah,” Simon said, grabbing the dice. “Twelve. Fergie, you get a booze.”

“Thanks bro,” Ferguson said, grabbing a card and opening a fresh beer from the cooler.

“Alright, let’s move this along,” Vinnie said. “I wanna finish up this game before... uh... hey I got a nine.”

“Sweet,” Ferguson cheered. “That means I get clothes!”

Ferguson drew a card and looked at it. He pulled an oversized pair of plastic purple sunglasses out of nothing and put them on with a grin.

“Okay bro, I gotta... I’m gonna trade four horny cards for a booze,” Vinnie said, tossing four cards in the discard pile. As he drew the new booze card he took a sip of his beer and sighed.

“Oh fuck... that’s better,” Vinnie said, sounding relieved. “I felt like I was gonna bust a nut at any second.”

“And now?” Ferguson asked playfully.

“And now... I still wanna jerk off right now, but it’s not like... totally irresistible.” Vinnie shrugged. “Don’t worry Fergie, I'm not gonna jerk off in front of my bros.”

“Why not?” Fergie asked with a wild grin. “I mean... you wanna whip it out... I’m not gonna say nothin’.”

“Just roll the dice bro,” Vinnie begged. "Come on, the sooner we finish this game, the sooner we can all go back to normal.”

Fergie grabbed the dice and rolled.

“Ten,” he said cheerfully. “That’s like... two horny cards for Sim. And one for you Vinnie! And I get more clothes!”

Simon eagerly grabbed two more horny cards, groping his chest and moaning. Vinnie took his a little more reluctantly, unable to resist the total focus it gave to his cock.

As for Ferguson...

“Uh... Fergie, what happened with your clothes?” Vinnie asked. “I don’t see any changes.”

“Yeah...” Fergie chuckled. “Uh... I guess if we whip our cocks out you’ll see... I'm wearing like... a mesh thong bro. Feels sexy... y’know?”

“That’s hot bro,” Simon said. “You should strip down... I fuckin’ love strutting my stuff in my underwear bro.”

“Yeah, but you’re like... a total show-off Sim,” Fergie laughed.

“Yeah? So what, you could be too!” Sim cheered. “I mean.... you're totally hot enough bro! Flaunt it, y’know?”

Sim took the dice and rolled a five.

“Hey!” he said excitedly. “That's like... two boozes for me. And two reps for Fergie. And Vinnie, you got another rep too!”

He drew two booze cards and downed an entire bottle of beer.

“Let's see what we get,” Vinnie said, grabbing his reps. He grinned and cracked his neck as his traps grew. His neck looked so much thicker.

“My turn!” Fergie laughed. “One... two...” he counted slowly.

“Come on bro, you can like... count, right?” Vinnie chuckled.

“Counting’s for nerds bro,” Fergie shrugged. “I don't need to count bro, I got big traps and a bubble butt!” He held up his new cards and jumped to his feet, turning to show his bros how good his new ass looked in cargo shorts.

“That’s fuckin’ hot bro,” Sim said, leering at Fergie’s display. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna like... hookup a couple times.”

Sim spent four cards and laid two roads down on the board. He was ready to have another One Night Stand... whenever he had the cards.

“My turn bro,” Vinnie said, grabbing the dice and giving them a roll.

“Four!” he said, glancing at the board. That’s a clothes card for Ferguson, and two reps for me!”

Ferguson took his card first, picking a ball cap out of nowhere and placing it backwards on his head.

“Bro, you look fuckin’ hot,” Sim stared. “That’s like... such a bro look, y’know?”

“Hell yeah bro,” Fergie laughed.

“Okay... I got thighs and calves,” Vinnie said, reading his cards. His thighs swelled up with muscle, busting out of his rugby shorts like tree trunks. Down below his calves pumped up into the teardrop shape that all the bros at his gym wanted... funny... he didn’t remember going to the gym before...

“You gotta lotta cards bro,” Sim said. “You wanna trade?”

Vinnie looked through his hand. It was almost all reps – and he didn’t want to give up any of his gains.

“Nah bro,” he grinned cheekily. “I’m good.”

“Suit yourself,” Fergie said, rolling a five. “What’s that get us?”

“Uh, it’s two booze for Sim, two reps for you, and one for me,” Vinnie said, reading the board.

Vinnie drew his card and smiled. Though he’d already gotten big pecs, this card forced them to pump up even further. His tank clung tightly to the curve of his pecs and hugged his nipples.

“What about me bro?” Fergie asked.

“You get two reps,” Vinnie said. “C’mon bro, you gotta listen.”

“Don’t be such a nerd bro,” Fergie said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed a card off the top of the pile and laughed as his forearms developed into the kind of beefy forearms a rock climber would kill for.

“And another one,” Vinnie said.

Fergie rolled his eyes again and grabbed another card. This time his lats spread even wider, giving his body a definite V shape.

“Check me out bro,” Fergie laughed. “I’m so fuckin’ hot.”

Sim drew his two booze cards and pounded back another beer.

“Here bro, what can I do with this?” Fergie said, handing his cards to Vinnie. “Like can I hookup or whatever?”

“Uh, you’ve got the cards to buy a development card?” Vinnie suggested. “Spend... these ones, and you’ll get one of these to use next turn.”

Fergie gave him a look, so Vinnie picked out the appropriate cards and swapped them for a development card. He saw that Fergie had a monopoly card in his hand now.

“Oh it’s my turn!” Sim gasped. He grabbed the dice and rolled a five.

“Okay, that’s booze for me and reps and stuff for you two!” he said.

“Yeah,” Vinnie said, looking over the board. “Sim, you can draw two of the booze cards. And then I’m grabbing one of these... and Fergie, there are for you.”

Fergie took the cards that Vinnie handed him.

“Yeah bro!” he cheered while his calves and thighs got thick with muscle. “Feels so good bro!”

“Yeah bro,” Simon said, cracking open another bottle and draining it. “Let’s get the party started!”

Vinnie looked at his card. He could feel the cobblestone abs that were forming under his tank. His body was becoming a fantasy... someone’s fantasy...

He couldn’t believe how annoying his bros were being – they had to get through the game and make it back to their real lives, but Sim and Fergie were acting like they didn’t even care. Vinnie had a sinking feeling that everything depended on him.

He had to focus. Vinnie rolled a ten.

“Okay, that’s two horny cards for Sim,” he said, dealing out the cards himself. Sim grabbed them eagerly and started rubbing his cock through his tight boxer briefs. His cock was clearly visible through the fabric when Vinnie glanced down.

“We’ve got a clothes care for Fergie,” he said. “Here you go.”

“These are like... my favourite!” Fergie cheered. He jumped up and showed them how his cargo shorts were shrinking into a tiny pair of purple rugby shorts. “Look how they show off my bubble butt!”

“And I need a horny card,” Vinnie said, taking the card. Between Sim rubbing his cock and Fergie shaking his ass... Vinnie could definitely feel the effects.

“Okay, I’m gonna spend a horny card and a booze card. That’s a hookup...” he said, trying to focus on the board. “I need to reach somewhere I can build. One of us has to win this game!”

“Oh whatever bro,” Fergie grinned. “Who cares if we finish it? It's just a game, right bro? We got three hot bros right here... we could totally play a different game!”

“Roll!” Vinnie ordered.

Fergie sighed and rolled an eight. Everything about his body language was screaming ‘spoilsport’ at Vinnie.

“Okay, that’s two clothes for you Sim,” Vinnie said. “And one for Fergie.” He dealt out the clothing cards, watching as his bros transformed even more. Sim’s boxers got even tighter, shrinking down into a royal blue speedo. His thick cock was even more obvious, stretching the shiny fabric so much that it lifted away from his waist. Sim also got the blue silicone wristband back on his wrist.

“Ouch!” Fergie said, grabbing at his ear. When he moved his hand, Vinnie and Sim saw that he had a giant diamond stud in his right ear. “Ow that hurt!”

Vinnie ignored him. He considered cheating and not drawing his next card, but he suspected that the game would punish him if he tried.

“Okay... and I need a horny card,” Vinnie said, taking another one into his hand. He knew he needed to control himself but... Vinnie squeezed his pec and moaned deeply. It was so hard to stay focussed on the game...

“Bro, I can play this card, right?” Fergie said, waving the monopoly card. “I want like... all the nutrition cards!”

Sim pouted as he handed over three nutrition cards. His body got a little less swoll, though at least he managed to hang onto his six pack. Fergie took the cards greedily, his muscle tightening up – he looked like he was cutting for his beach look.

“Okay bro, now I'm gonna like... Vinnie can you help me?” he asked, staring at the cards. “All this counting shit’s for nerds.”

Vinnie took his cards and looked through them. “You’re going to spend three nutrition cards and two reps to get a fuckbuddy,” Vinnie explained, discarding the cards as he described it. He replaced one of Fergie's One Night Stands at the intersection of a kitchen, a gym, and a club.

“Sweet, thanks bro!”

“You’re not done,” Vinnie said, trying to focus. “We’ll spend booze, reps, and a button to get you another development card. Here, this is the road building one.”

“Huh?”

“This one lets you hookup a couple times,” Vinnie explained. “Next turn.”

“Sweet. Yeah, let's do that bro.”

“Next turn,” Vinnie repeated.

“Bro, I don’t know how you can focus on all that nerd shit,” Fergie laughed. “I’m so fuckin’ horned up.”

“For real bro,” Sim joined in on the laugh. “I’m like... so horny I can’t think!”

“Just roll the dice,” Vinnie insisted.

Simon took the dice Vinnie handed them and tossed them on the table. They came up with a three.

“Okay, cool, that's three nutrition cards for Fergie,” Vinnie said. He counted out the cards and handed them to his bro. As Fergie took the cards his muscles looked even more cut. It wasn’t just beach season – he looked like he was prepping for a bodybuilding competition.

“And then Sim, you get a rep,” Vinnie said. He handed over a card and watched Sim grin.

“Check it out bro!” Sim said, getting up and dancing around. “I got a big ol’ booty, just like Fergie!” He shook his bubble butt right in Vinnie's face.

“Okay... okay... and I need reps too,” Vinnie said, staring at the board as hard as he could. He drew a card and watched as his forearms swelled.

“Oh! I can do a One Night Stand!” Sim shouted. He grabbed four cards out of his hand and gave them to Vinnie. Vinnie tossed them in the discard pile and put a new bed on the board – Sim only had one spot available.

“My turn,” Vinnie said, grabbing the dice. He glanced at the board before he rolled – Simon was leading with five points. He had no idea how they were going to get to ten. “I rolled another three.”

Vinnie dealt out three nutrition cards to Fergie, watching his cut muscles swell more. Simon’s card gave him a pair of wide lats, while Vinnie’s reps gave him a thick neck.

“Bro, you’re a total beast,” Sim laughed. “You aren’t gonna trade *any* of those reps?”

Vinnie shook his head. It felt weird... his neck was so strong...

“No way bro,” he said, knowing full well that Sim was right. Vinnie just couldn't control himself. “I don’t wanna give up my gains!” he insisted.

“I get it bro,” Fergie said, grabbing the dice and tossing them across the picnic table. “I mean like... you’re totally hot. I wouldn’t give that up either.”

“You got an eight,” Vinnie said, looking at the roll. “Simon, you get two clothes cards. Fergie, you get one.” He handed out the cards.

“Bro, this is great!” Sim laughed. His sneakers morphed into a pair of blue flip-flops and a pair of aviator sunglasses appeared on his face. Between that and the speedo, he was ready for a day at the beach.

“Yeah bro, I love this!” Fergie laughed as his mesh tank got even smaller, shrinking into a mesh stringer tank. He rubbed his hand over the tiny scrap of fabric.

“And I get... horny,” Vinnie said, taking another horny card. His hand landed on his rugby shorts and he starting rubbing along the length of his shaft. It didn’t matter... so what... just rub one out and keep playing...

“Okay Sim, it’s your turn,” Vinnie moaned.

“This game is like... sooooo boring,” Sim complained. “It's all just like... numbers and shit. Do we have to play?”

“Yeah!” Ferguson whined. “Number’s are like... super dumb. Don't be such a fuckin’ egghead Vinnie. Being dumb is cool, okay?”

“C’mon bros... you can do it! We’ve got to finish the game,” Vinnie insisted. “I believe in you!”

“Maybe we play like... a different game?” Sim said with a playful tone.

“Oh yeah?” Fergie asked, eager to do anything else. “Like what bro?”

“Like... maybe we change the rules,” Sim said, drawing a horny card and taking it in his hand. “Like maybe we say it’s time to fuck around a little...”

“No, Sim! You didn't even roll the dice bro!” Vinnie protested.

“So what bro?” Sim chuckled. “I got nice abs and big fuckin’ pecs and a bubble butt that’s just like... begging to get fucked... you don’t gotta roll dice when you look like this bro!”

Sim stood up and started dancing, shaking his ass to a non-existent beat.

“Yeah bro,” Fergie agreed. He leaned over and drew three horny cards in a row, adding them to his hand. “C’mon bro,” he said to Vinnie. “I don’t spend this much time in the gym so I can do nerd shit... c’mon bro, you’re like... totally the horniest bro I know!”

“Wait bros… this isn’t right!” Vinnie protested. “The rules said... the rules... they... all we gotta do is finish and we’ll go back to our normal lives! Don’t you want that shit? Like… don’t you guys wanna make a lot of money and stuff? C’mon Fergie... Sim… this is just a game!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t wanna go back,” Sim said, shaking his ass at Vinnie. “Maybe I wanna play forever! And it’s my turn bro – I don’t roll, that’s it! All I gotta do is not play!”

“No! Bro!” Vinnie cried out.

“C’mon bro,” Sim grinned satanically. “We could just like... knock the board over. Stay like this forever. Don’t you wanna be a hot bro forever?” he asked.

Fergie reached across the table and drew a horny card, sliding it into Vinnie’s hand. Vinnie gripped his cock tighter, suddenly unable to think about anything else. Sim was right... they could be hot bros forever...

“You know you want it,” Sim said, drawing another horny card and slipping it into Vinnie's hand. Vinnie was frozen, unable to say no. He was so horny... he was so...

“No...” Vinnie gasped. “No, I don’t...”

“C’mon bro,” Sim said, staring him in the eyes. “You know you wanna break the rules.”

Vinnie stared at Sim’s deep blue eyes. He glanced over at Fergie who was staring at him mischievously. Then back to Sim’s devilish face...

He felt his hand reaching out. Vinnie’s face split in a sly grin as he pulled another horny card and placed it in his hand.

He felt his cock jump in his hand, pushing his rugby shorts to their limit. It was so big... so strong... Vinnie laughed at the power his cock held over him.

Vinnie drew another horny card and put it in his hand.

He knew he couldn't resist.

Another card.

Why did he even try?

“Hell yeah bro!” Vinnie shouted, jumping up from the picnic table. “I wanna... I wanna...” His brain was stalling out. The words were coming slow and jumbled.

But action... action made sense.

Vinnie laughed out loud and flipped the game, knocking the board the the ground and scattering the pieces. The tiny plastic bits seemed unimportant. All that mattered was his cock. His bros. His fuckin’ gains.

He felt up his body, overjoyed that everything was firmly in place. Even without the game, he was the same bro... huge and horny and hot AF.

“Yeah... you horny bro?” Sim teased him, tugging at Vinnie’s tanktop and exposing more of his smooth chest.

Vinnie nodded eagerly while Sim bent over to expose his ass. One pair of rugby shorts. One thin blue speedo... that was all that stood in his way.

“Yeah!” Fergie cheered. “I want a piece of that!”

“Me first,” Vinnie mumbled, ripping down his shorts. His jockstrap was lime green, but he didn’t spend much time appreciating that. Vinnie pulled down his jockstrap and let his cock hang free.

“I want you both!” Sim begged.

The two tops surrounded Sim, rubbing their bodies up against his and running their strong hands over Sim’s fantasy fratboy physique. Fergie kissed him, pushing his lips against Sim’s and enjoying the energy that jumped between them. Vinnie got straight to business, tugging down Sim’s speedo and placing his cock against Sim’s tight hole.

“You ready bro?” Vinnie whispered into Sim’s ear.

His bro just let out a moan. Vinnie took that as his signal, putting his weight behind his cock and slipping inside Sim’s bubble butt. He was so horny that he could feel himself vibrating as his cock slid into Sim’s hole.

“Mmmm...” Sim moaned. Vinnie knew his bro would be screaming out like a whore, except for Fergie’s tongue blocking his mouth. The best Sim could do was grunt and moan and push his ass onto Vinnie's cock, trying to fuck himself even harder.

Fireworks exploded in Sim’s mind when Vinnie hit the right spot. How was this the first time? Or was it the first time? Sim couldn’t remember anymore. He just knew he loved getting his hole pounded by a bro or two.

“Yeah, you like that, huh bitch?” Vinnie gasped as he pulled halfway out. “You wanted me horny... well guess what bro.... I’m fuckin’ horny!” He slammed his cock into Sim as hard as he could.

“Mmmpph!” Sim screamed. His body was full of thunder and lighting. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t speak. All he could do was cry out in perfect ecstasy.

“This ass is mine bro!” Vinnie screamed as loud as he could. They were alone in the forest. Nobody else for miles. And even if there was someone... Vinnie still would have screamed out in joy. “I’m gonna rip you apart bro! Whenever I want! Wherever I want!”

He set a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Sim’s ass until the sweat was pouring down both of them. Vinnie almost forgot about Fergie, except for the occasional hand wandering over his muscular body, reminding him that it was a threesome.

It was all Vinnie ever wanted. As he thrust into Sim he realized that this was what he'd been searching for his entire life. All those grades and tests and schools... that was all nothing. Vinnie just wanted to take care of his cock... nothing else mattered.

“I’m gonna give you my load bro,” Vinnie whispered in Sim’s ear. “And you’re gonna love it!”

Vinnie let out a primal scream that echoed through the forest. He felt his balls pulsing, releasing pump after pump of hot cum into Sim’s ass. Every muscle in his body strained, squeezing out the last drops of cum until he was totally dry.

For now. It wouldn’t be long until he needed to fuck again. Vinnie was so horny...

And Sim was insatiable. Even as Vinnie pulled out, Sim was already tugging on Fergie’s shoulder, pulling the bro in the mesh tanktop towards his hungry hole. Sim braced himself against the picnic table while Fergie pulled off his tank and shorts, leaving himself in nothing but a purple mesh thong.

He slipped the thong down to his knees and pushed inside Sim’s ass.

“Mmmm... cum makes the best lube,” Fergie moaned. Sim’s ass was practically dripping with Vinnie’s cum and it was making his cock slide in easily.

“Fuck me...” Sim gasped, opening himself up for Fergie’s big cock. “Fuck me bro... I need it so bad."

Fergie rolled his hips forward and started thrusting, Sim’s hole holding his cock tight as he lost himself in the rhythm of a good fuck. Sim was already sweaty and soon Fergie joined him, his slippery skin pressed up against the Sim’s.

“Hey, check this out,” Fergie heard. A voice... kind of familiar... but it didn’t matter – he was balls deep in a bubble butt. The queen of england could drop by, he wouldn’t stop.

Vinnie turned to look. After the fuck he’d pulled back on his jockstrap and rugby shorts, though his tanktop was still on the ground. He turned toward the forest and saw three bros walk out confidently.

“Vinnie, bro... is that you?” Graham asked, eyes wide. His powerlifter frame was impossible... it had only been a couple of hours since he’d left for the hike, but Vinnie recognized him anyhow. He was a bro... he’d know his bros anywhere.

Besides, Graham was wearing a pair of golden cargo pants and a matching yellow ball cap – turned backwards of course. It was easy to spot Graham in a crowd, but if it wasn’t, you could always find him by looking for that golden yellow.

“Bro!” Vinnie said happily. “You’ll like... never guess what happened!”

“Shit bro!” Riley said. His dumbass voice echoed through the campsite. Vinnie was seeing the short muscle bro for the first time... but he seemed so familiar. “Shit bro,” he rumbled again. “And you thought we’d find a bunch of nerds at our camp!”

“Sick...” Graham laughed.

“I guess we don’t gotta take ‘em for a walk!” Kit added.

“You wanna take me for a ride?” Sim called out enthusiastically. Fergie was still riding his ass, but he was already looking to line up his next fuck.

“Relax bro, I gotcha,” Graham called out. “Hey Sim! Hey Fergie!”

“Hey bro!” Fergie grunted. “I just gotta... I'm just about... FUCK!” he screamed.

Fergie’s hand landed on the picnic table, barely holding himself up as he flooded Sim’s ass with cum for the second time in twenty minutes. Sim screamed out with joy under him.

“Holy fuck...” Sim gasped as he slumped to the ground. “That was... whoa...”

He reached up and grabbed for the picnic table. All around the campsite, the six bros tried to find something to hold onto as the ground started to shake under them. A bright white light drowned out the sun. It was like someone was approaching with a flashlight... except nobody was there.

Suddenly the light broke into pieces – six rainbow colours bled out of it. A shimmering rift opened up in the air, the rainbow colours stretching out from it like a road.

Pounding music came through the rift. The kind of club beats they could dance to all night.

Graham stepped forward and tried to look through. He could see lots of bodies moving around inside, covered in bright colours. He tried to see more, but everything was just a little out of focus.

Except... a figure stepped through. As he crossed the barrier he became real, a bro in his early twenties dressed in nothing but a white pair of boxers and a tan.

“Hey bros,” he said, smiling widely. “Glad y’all decided to join us. The festival’s this way, he said, jerking his head to indicate the rainbow road. “We've got it all. Music. Parties. The hottest bros you ever saw. Walk with me boys, it's the weekend that never ends!”

The six bros glanced at each other. Sim and Vinnie. Graham and Riley. Fergie and Kit. They gave each other the briefest of nods. They didn’t need words to communicate. They were bros... and they were about to follow their new destiny.

“Hey,” Sim said, glancing at Vinnie and Fergie. “I think we won!”

They followed the bro in white, passing through the rift and leaving our world forever. A flash of light lit up the sky as reality repaired itself behind them, cleaning up their cars and their tents and their games. Making the place ready for someone new.

On a website somewhere, the campsite status changed to ‘Available’.