[This story contains transform topics, you are warned]

The game was 50/50, a new game marketed for young couples with an open mind. Online, the game was sold under the fantasy category, tagged under couples and inflation. Your wife had found the game first, secretly buying it as a gift for your birthday. You were immediately game to play.

The game itself came in a small box, very similar in size to a box of cards. It came with a small instruction booklet, nestled under a plastic tray containing two small little pills. Reading the instructions one would learn that this was a game of chance, with the two pills being indistinguishable from each other. One pill was a simple sugar pill, while the other was where the magic was. The pill was a two part experience. The first part made you rubbery, while the other part released a massive amount of gas into your body, cartoonishly inflating the unlucky looser into hilarious proportions. There were already numerous video’s online on the hilarious effect.

Your wife and yourself settled on a date for the game, which is where you found yourself today. You were at a small table, sitting across the table from your significant other. Both of you were grinning like fools, thinking of what was about to happen. All you could think of was your love ballooned out with puffy cheeks and beach ball sized boobs. For added affect, you had stashed a corset in a nearby cabinet, ready to tie around your lover when she lost. You were feeling lucky, and had no plans to lose.

“Shall we begin?” you asked your wife, unable to hide your toothy grin as you talked.

“Why I think I am” she responded, her grin almost larger than yours. The two of you grabbed the pills, one for each of you, and held them up.

“Cheers?”

“Cheers” your wife responded as both of you downed the pills. It was small and hard, as well as flavorless, while it slid easily down your throat. You didn’t really know what to expect, but your confusion must have been apparent to your wife who’s wife just grinned out even further with confidence in her eyes.

“Mhhh, sweet” she said exaggeratedly, confident she had won.

“Yeah, well I….”

guurgh

Your stomach interrupted you before you could finish, a loud complaint to what it was being subjected to.

“Well it seems I won!” your wife exclaimed, music in her voice. The gurgling started tot get worse by the second, really proving that you had lost this game.

“Yeah, you got me” you said defeated, spotting out of the corner of your eye the missuses camera on a nearby bookshelf. She was definitely going to remember this embarrassment.

“I didn’t just get you. It’s not like I didn’t notice the corset you hid earlier. Don’t give me that look” she reacted when genuine surprise showed on your face. “Anyways, I thought I would have my own fun so here” she pulled out a thick black blanket from behind the bookshelves. She quickly unfolded the textile on the floor. “Kneel in the center for me”

“But I ah” nervousness edged your mind, you did not plan for this to happen. Already your belly was starting to swell.

“No ‘buts’, you were going to strap that corset on me and watch as I ballooned out cartoonishly. So it is only fair that I get to have some fun as well.” You decided it was best not to argue, instead taking your designated position on the blanket.

“So what now?”

“Now, you let me have my fun and be quiet” she commented as she started to grab the corners of the blanket with speed, noticing your bulging belly growing with each second. She cocooned you inot a tight ball of fabric securing the top somehow and trapping your growing form in the limited space.

“Mhhh” you heard muffled through the sheet.

“What?”

“Mhhh”

“I can’t...” you tried to say

GRHHHHHHG the sounds of protest from your accustom was so loud that it interrupted you. Then you felt it happen. Your belly shot out with explosive force, throwing your arms and legs into your fabric prison.

“Uh honey! I’m having second thoughts!” you cried out as your face is pressed hard into the rough fabric. But your wife didn’t release you from your prison, nor did the rumbling in your stomach abate. The pressure built, pressing your limbs harder and harder into the blanket. It creaked in resistance, but stood firm in response to the onslaught of pressure. Harder and stronger the pressure grew, unfettered by the limited space you both shared. Slowly your arms and legs started to give, flattening out against the prism of fabric, followed shortly by your head. But the magic of the pill didn’t care, nor did it stop in it’s relentless pursuit to fill you up. The blanket didn’t give either, so the only this left to give was your crushed form, which was painfully compressed thinner and thinner into a slim, but extremely dense, layer against the fabric. It was only at this point that the pressure started to level off, leaving you crushed into your new form.

Not that your wife seemed to notice, as minute after slow minute passed with painful slowness with you being crushed against your fabric prison. The rough material made the experience all the worse. Chosen for it’s ruggedness, the rough fibers seemed to dig into your sensitive and stretched skin. Where is she? You thought to yourself as the blanket became more and more annoying to be trapped in. Then you felt a tug at the blanket, then another as suddenly the blanket fell away from you. Relief filled you as you tried to stretch out now that you were free from your prison. But you couldn’t even twitch. Neither your arms nor your legs responded to your commands as you stared forward at your wife's legs.

“Wow look at you” she commented with excitement, reaching out to touch you. Her hand came to a rest on top of your form, creating a light pressure that dimpled your surface from it’s weight alone. Her hand stuck lightly to your skin, causing you to roll a little when she tried to stroke her new toy of her’s

SQEEK SQEEK

The sound resonated through your hollow form, causing your wife to laugh at your predicament.

“Ain’t you just the cutest ball” she taunted lightly as she grabbed you and lifted your hollow form into the air. You tried to struggle in her grasp, but to no effect. Your now massive wife did not wait to play with her new toy, dribbling you into the ground. Loud pings of slapping plastic and pain emanated from you as you slam multiple times into the laminated floor, your hollow form causing you to spring up helplessly back into your wife’s awaiting hand.

“It looks like you can bounce, so what about this?” your wife released her grip, dropping you towards the floor without the usual force of a dribble. Instead, her foot shot out, the top of it digging deep into your back as you are sent flying into a wall. Your balled body slams into it with a much greater force, causing a hanging picture to slant and rattle against the wall before you fly back to your awaiting wife. Your wife’s face was painted with worry, clearly showing her sudden realization that playing with a ball in the house was a bad idea.

“Well, that was not my brightest idea. Now, to my main plan. Ready hubby?” she asked, before wandering over to her desk in the living room. Your wife kicked aside her office chair and placed her toy in it’s place. Your wife spun you till you were facing strait up, before taking a moment to rid herself of her leggings. With her beautiful but revealed, wrapped in a bright green pair of panties, she moved in for the attack.

“Ready?” she asked. You were not. Her legs straddled your new form, her butt cheeks hovering directly over your face. She lowered herself down slowly, testing your strength as her slightly damp ass cheeks settled over your eyes. Your world was plunged into a warm dampness that tugged at your features as your owner balanced on your roundness. That was your world for the next hour, occasionally broken up by a sloppy shluping sound whenever your wife adjusted herself on your rounded form.

SHLUUURP

The sound was massive as your wife lifted herself off you one last time, leaving behind a sheen of sweat on your face as she stretched widely as she yawns.

“Well, that was fun, but I’m getting a little tired. Sorry hunny but I’m going to have a nap. So, um, bye, I guess” she uncertainly said before kicking you softly under the desk before pinning you in place with her chair. She retreated to the bedroom, leaving you trapped under the desk with the dust bunnies. It would be hours before the magic of the pill wore off, leaving you a tangled mess pinned in place with the chair. There, with the dust bunnies, you plotted your revenge.