"It really is a nice table. You're a moron for buying it, but you could've done worse." Michelle and I had been friends ever since we were kids, so it was no surprise when she gave me shit about the old pool table I'd bought secondhand.
Admittedly, I checked her out as she bent over to take the first shot. Michelle had the tightest little ass I'd ever seen, with cute, perky tits to match. I wasn't about to pretend she wasn't hot just because we were friends.
"Ready to get beat by a girl?"
"Yeah, right. Game on! Loser's a fat slut." That had been our inside joke for years. You grabbed the last slice of pizza? You're a fat slut. Late for something? Probably because you're a fat slut. It was dumb and juvenile, but so were we most of the time.
She laughed and started the game with a loud crack, sinking her first ball on the break. We traded shots for a while, until Michelle pulled away. After botching my last chance, I stuck my tongue out and declared, "Winner's a fat slut!"
Michelle rolled her eyes and lined up behind the cue ball. "Ha!" she yelled triumphantly after the 8-ball dropped into the corner pocket. "Beaten on your own table!"
As I watched Michelle gloating, my mouth fell open. Before my eyes, her jeans shrank up her legs, twisting and fusing while changing colors to form a short, ruffled skirt. Her shirt did the same, becoming a loose-fitting red corset with thin black straps.
I looked down at myself at the same time Michelle's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god, what the fuck??"
I laughed weakly. "Tell me I'm seeing things?" I knew the truth even before hearing my feminine voice. I knew that I was now wearing a very similar skirt and corset, which showed off similarly voluptuous thighs and jiggling breasts.
Michelle finally noticed her own transformation. I couldn't blame her, I hadn't realized I was a woman until I nearly smacked myself in the face with my own tits. I watched her thick fingers feel up her changed body.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. "The table! When you won the game, that's when we-- when this--" I gestured at the melons perched atop my chest. "It's got to be magic or something. The table must have interpreted what we said as a wager, so..." I felt ridiculous talking about a magic pool table, but that was still the only rational explanation.
Michelle breathed a deep sigh of relief. "So we just need to play again, with a new bet, and we'll change back!" I let myself relax too, now that we had a plan to fix this crazy situation. Then I saw her smile turn mischievous. "Or, maybe just the winner turns back?"
As much as I didn't want to be a chubby woman any longer than necessary, I couldn't fight my competitive side. "You're on!"
As I leaned over the table, I felt Michelle's eyes on me. I smiled, realizing my advantage. I was used to her body being a distraction, but she wasn't used to mine, at least not like this. I popped my big, soft ass up and made sure she had a good view of "the girls." I felt silly, but it was also kind of fun knowing my body could cause such a reaction.
Turns out, it didn't really matter. Between my high heels, weaker arms, and meaty thighs rubbing together, I totally botched the break shot. Damn. I'd have to step up my game if wanted to stand any chance at winning. I shook my long hair out behind me and reached up to squeeze my chest. "Ooooh, mm, that feels soooo good!"
Michelle stopped dead in her tracks. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Mm, just playing with my big, sexy titties. Isn't that what sluts like to do? I sure hope it doesn't distract you and make you lose." She rolled her eyes, lined up, and badly missed her target. This was too easy!
Feeling confident, I prepared for my turn. My concentration was shattered mid-shot by a moan that sounded straight out of a porn video. I started to yell, but my jaw dropped when I looked up to see Michelle had unclasped the top of her corset to let her giant breasts swing free.
"What the hell are YOU doing??"
"It's just 'us gals', so I figured you wouldn't mind if I undid this uncomfortable corset." Just to torment me, she circled her fingertips around her nipples while she spoke.
"Oh, you want to play dirty, do you? I can be a very dirty girl!" The words flowed naturally from my lips as I loosened my own corset. God, my tits were so big and sexy. I hopped up on the edge of the table and hiked up my skirt. I realized my panties were starting to get damp, which only turned me on more.
"Get off the table, you fat slut!" An electric jolt ran through my nipple as Michelle smacked it with her cue, giving me a moment of clarity. The original bet hadn't been that we'd look like sluts, it was that we would be sluts. Exposing our boobs, moaning like we were in heat, and now me, a guy, rubbing his pussy!
"Michelle, we have to stop this. We have to change the bet!"
"Oh no you don't! You're not getting out of this so easy." I watched in a mix of panic and arousal as she stripped down to her underwear. "I'd like to see you shoot straight after seeing this!"
I kept staring as she wiggled her curvy ass fully on top of the table. When her fingers slipped inside her wet pussy, mine did the same. I knew soon it would be hopeless. As much as I wanted to fight it, it felt so good to have something filling my hole as I squeezed my big, saggy tits with my free hand.
It was now or never; I had to do something.
"You're on, you fat slut!"
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