Twister
 © Nick B 2008

This story was inspired by Kristina L S who mentioned it in passing in a PM. I took her literally and well, instead of writing the next chapter of The Sight that I know so many thousands, well hundreds . . . okay, both of you are waiting for, I decided to indulge myself and this is what happened . . .

This story was tweaked (slightly) and proofed by the most excellent Gabi. Sorry I forgot to put it in earlier

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It’s everyone’s favourite party game isn’t it?

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It wasn’t long after Mike and Debbie moved into their new flat that they started to become friendly with a lot of the local “crowd”. Their outgoing, affable natures endeared them to those about them and soon not only were they friendly with those at the local pub, but were also enjoying visiting their houses on a regular basis and through spring into summer, this became a regular thing.

They attended barbecues and parties as well as that first summer when mob-handed, they’d all congregate at the local beach and enjoy soaking up the warm summer sunshine, swimming and generally horsing around, tipping their friends off their lilos and out of the tiny inflatable dinghies; staggering back to their local bar when the sun went down to laugh and joke the night away.

Of course, when summer came to an end, there was a dearth of things to do until one of the friends got them into board games, card games or quiz-based games that took them out of the pub and into the houses of their friends. Whoever’s turn it was had the duty of host and the others would all turn up with bottles of wine and packs of beers, crisps, nuts and sweeties to while away a night into the wee, small hours; getting gently merry whilst playing games of one sort or another.

There was always one game that was missing and Mike was determined to get them all playing it.

“Don’t be silly, Mike. Can you honestly see Brian contorting trying to play...” Debbie said, but then, thinking about it, a wicked grin spread across her pretty face. “On the other hand...”

“That’s my girl,” grinned Mike.

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They tried every toy store with no success, until one day, Debbie was out in an area of town scouring the charity shops for a bargain or two when there in an old curiosity shop, in a well weathered pack, was exactly what she was looking for...

Twister

She remembered it from her school days and couldn’t remember it with the words “For broadminded adults”, but she shrugged that off and popped into the shop.

“Can I help you, Miss?” the shopkeeper asked.

“Yes, I’d like to buy the game of Twister that’s in the window,” she replied.

The shopkeeper nodded politely and leant over the old binoculars and dog-eared covers of long-forgotten novels to retrieve the boxed game.

“It IS complete,” he said. “Would you like it in a bag?”

Bagged and paid for, Debbie was too wrapped up in the fact that she had been successful and also full of images of some of their “less than svelte” friends, bending and sweating over trying to get their left foot onto the green blob, whilst upside-down and intertwined with others after a few snorts of some form of horizontal lubricant or another, that she completely missed the warning that the old man in the shop gave.

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Once home, Debbie couldn’t wait to open the package and have a look at something she hadn’t seen since she was at school and in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, the contents were on the floor.

There were just two: a plastic mat with rows of coloured circles and a board with a spinning arrow. She gave it a twirl and the brightly coloured arrow spun for several seconds before stopping on the red quadrant–-left hand.

She felt a rush of excitement as more images of their friends struggling with the game popped into her head and reluctantly, she carefully folded the plastic sheet and replaced it together with the spinner on its board into the box, putting the box back into the brown paper bag.

When Mike returned, she could hardly contain herself.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said, nervously. Mike eyed her suspiciously.

“This isn’t another one of those surprises we can’t tell the neighbours about is it?”

“No silly. Look.”

She reached under the coffee table and drew out the brown paper package and gave it to Mike.

“Oh wow!” he exclaimed, opening the box and removing the contents. “Where did you find this?”

“In an old curiosity shop in the town. I can’t wait to give it a go.”

“Well you’ll have to. You know these games aren’t so good with just two. Wait until our friends are here, then we can really have some fun.”

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That Friday, it was their turn to host the “party” and after they had had a few beers or whatever in the pub, eight of them all trooped back to the flat for some games. Debbie had been made to promise that their new game wasn’t going to be mentioned and credit where it’s due, she said nothing, but the excitement was all too evident.

“We have a special surprise for all of you tonight.” Dave announced, having made sure that everyone’s glasses were well charged. He reached under the coffee table and withdrew the brown paper bag, removing the box inside and displaying to all.

“You sly bastard!” Brian said, chortling.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You all up for a game?”

The murmur of assent rippled through the people gathered, while shoes and socks flew in all directions as the fairly well inebriated bunch waited as space was made, the plastic mat laid and the spinner was readied for the game to begin.

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It wasn’t long before the game was in full swing and Brian–-as expected–-was first to be eliminated.

He bowed out gracefully, although did make the excuse that he needed to go to the toilet.

About forty-five seconds after leaving the room...

“Arrrrrrghhhhhhhh!” he shouted from the general direction of the smallest room.

“Wassamatter??” called Mike and trotted off down the hall. “You alright in there?”

“No.”

“Well what’s up?”

“I can’t find my... um, I seem to have misplaced... er, you’d better come in.”

“Holy shit!” Mike exclaimed, looking down at where Brian’s manhood should have been. He had lost control whilst searching feverishly for it and had ended up making a soggy mess of his trousers, but the upshot–-or should that be downshot under the circumstances?–-was that his manhood had been replaced by a neatly trimmed, er, “womanhood”.

“I don’t believe this.”

“You want to see it from this side.” Brian said; his face a picture of complete fright, mixed with consternation.

“What’s going on out there? We’re waiting to get on.” Debbie called amidst the laughter and general mayhem that is Twister.

“Just a minute...”

Mike sorted Brian out with some temporary trousers–actually sweat-pants, which because Mike was so much smaller than Brian, ended up being exceptionally tight; clinging to the now curvaceous and not at all unsightly gluteus maximus and nether department that now was the lower half of Brian.

“I can’t go back in there.” Brian said with quivering lips. “I mean, does my bum look big in these?”

“??” Mike replied.

“I did just say that didn’t I?” Brian asked.

Mike nodded, still not fully able to take in the fact that someone who hitherto had been quite the man and now wasn’t quite what he had been.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Fine, thank you.” Brian answered, much to Mike’s surprise.

“Do you want to go back to the game, I mean...” Mike started, but Brian cut him off, touching a big, stubby finger to Mike’s lips and strolling past him into the lounge.

They were not as Mike had anticipated, “in situ”, but sitting around, chugging back some more alcohol and chatting quietly amongst themselves.

“Nice ass.” Robin remarked as Brian went past, followed by a hand over the mouth and an incredible reddening of the face. “I didn’t...”

“You did.” Brian replied, with a certain amount of pleasure and equal mix of embarrassment.

“Shall we continue, ladies and gentlemen?” Debbie asked, throwing a glance at Mike as if to ask what was going on.

Mike just shook his head and rejoined the game, Brian taking up control of the spinner.

Several minutes passed and another person, Tamara, was caught out. She was Robin’s girlfriend, although he seemed to be more interested in Brian–such as he was. Anyway, she joined Brian on the sofa and sat there staring at the contortions that were going on in front of her, suddenly going very wide-eyed indeed.

Jumping up, she ran off to the bathroom and squealed. Once again, the game came to a halt.

This time Debbie went out to find her friend absolutely agog with curiosity, holding the front of her leggings away from her lower abdomen and staring intently.

“You okay, Tam?”

“Hmmm?” she answered dreamily.

“I said are... Oh my goodness.”

“I know, isn’t it amazing?”

“That’s not quite the word I’d use. It looks almost real. Um, what are you doing and shouldn’t that... ” she said, pointing. “Be the other way round?”

“Course not silly. Look.” Tamara replied and whipped her leggings down to display a fully formed set of family jewels.

“Holy crap!”

“I can’t wait to try it out,” said Tamara with a little glint in her eyes.

“You’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting are you?” asked Debbie, blanching at the thought.

Meanwhile, similar oddities were being discovered for the entire party and Brian found that his chest had become somewhat more voluptuous than hitherto.

It seemed that Robin was developing in much the same way, much to the amusement of Brian, who couldn’t help but help Robin in trying out his wares, something that didn’t seem to bother Robin at all as he was fixated upon Brian’s new gadgets too.

Mike, like Brian, had found that he too was developing in ways he wasn’t too sure about. Martin and John were similarly shocked, while Joan couldn’t believe her eyes and was having trouble keeping her hands to herself or rather off herself and then off John and Martin.

Back to Tamara, who was desperately trying to corner Debbie, who was having difficulties of her own, discovering that she too had developed fairly well in that area and was eager to find out whether Mike was having similar problems.

“Debbie!” he shouted and it was just as well, as Tamara was on the war-path and was just short of poking her new found friend in Debbie’s direction when she was distracted by Mike’s call.

“You alright?” she asked.

“If you can call this–” he said pulling open the front of his trousers open to reveal a very smooth, well, you get the picture. “And these,” he continued, yanking up his top and displaying some fairly bounteous globes to his woman, “-–alright.”

“You think you’ve got problems.” Debbie said, a mischievous look in her eyes as she produced a handful of something many a girl would want, but not necessarily in the way Debbie currently had it. “Come with me-–”

“But what about–-”

“Bugger them!” said Debbie, but that was probably already going on, well if Tamara had her way it was.

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The next morning, Mike woke up with a hangover–unsurprisingly and Debbie too seemed to have a fairly delicate disposition.

“How’s your, er–-” he asked.

“Seems to have gone,” Debbie replied. “What about your, um–-” she cupped her hands in front of her and jiggled them a bit.

“Likewise; gone,” he replied.

They washed and dressed and went to find everyone else had slipped out during the night.

Oddly, no-one seemed to have suffered at all and had returned to normal, except for Robin and Brian who are planning to move in together apparently with Tamara too.

Mike and Debbie felt that that was all the information they needed as they tidied away the game and put it in a safe place.

“Games night this weekend?” he asked.

“Perhaps just the two of us this time,” Debbie replied with that same mischievous look Mike recognised from the night before––

The End?