[TF, Ass Growth/Shrinking]

"Yeah, baby! That's what I'm talking about, now pay up!"

Jake grinned at the screen, knowing the floating camera would capture it for his opponents. For good measure though he twisted around in his seat, his eyes following the camera as it positioned to watch his ass slowly swell as well as his gloating expression.

"Who's next? Who's not scared of losing a little toosh?" Jake sat back in his chair to watch the screen as people joined and left the 'Games' lobby he was in.

"I'll play you, but let's make it interesting, ok?"

Jake scanned the display of faces to figure out who had spoken. It sounded young and feminine, and he chuckled. "How do you want to make it interesting?"

"You've got a bunch of points there, and so do I." Jake finally managed to pinpoint the voice, and confirmed his suspicions. The girl, Brittany, had accrued nearly a hundred Assolation points.  Her rear swelled around her enough that the magical camera could face her nearly straight on and still show flowing round curves on either side of her.

Jake didn't have that many points, though his ass still jiggled and quivered even as he moved around. The two of them comprised the largest bulk of points in the server, and everyone seemed to be content on watching the events unfold.

"You still didn't say how you wanted to make it interesting, Brittany."

The girl chuckled, waving her hand. "Simple. We're going to play an easy game, like Checkers. We're both going to bet every last Assolation point we have. But, there's a catch. Every time an audience member puts a point into the winner's pot, we each have to buy a point. They put fifty points in, we each got fifty points bigger and those are wagered alongside the original pool. Winner takes all."

Jake tried to play it cool, but a bit of nervousness leaked through his expression. He eyed up the amount of Assolation points the audience had. If they all contributed those points, that means both Brittany and himself would be over a hundred points larger. That would double her ass, and his… well, it wouldn't fit in his stretch pants, that was for sure.

Jake grinned, nodding. "Deal. May the fattest ass win." He launched the game, setting his option to Max Bid. He saw Brittany did the same, and started to play.

The first few moves were a flurry, and Jake lost the first piece. "Uh oh, looks like you're off to a bad start. Oh, and it looks like our fans threw 20 points in the pot!" Jake watched as Brittany's ass swelled and pressed against the sides of her chair, and Jake did the same.

He internally groaned as he felt the tight fabric grip him that much closer, but kept a straight face on. His next move eliminated a pair of Brittany's pieces, and he let himself grin. "What's wrong, are you looking a little flat there?"

The next moves created a back and forth as each player took and lost the lead. By the time Jake stopped to check the pot, he gasped. "Hey Brittany? Guess we have another sixty points to each buy."

He already was punching in his purchase, buying the ridiculous amount of ass. Each point was half an inch of circumference, and thirty more inches was a sight to behold. His pants were stretched to their limit, now showing off every curved and crease of his body. He tried to shuffle his position, but felt too restrained to even do that.

His opponent was faring worse. Her ass had eclipsed any manageable size, and had broken apart her desk chair with loud cracking noises. Brittany was stuck sitting on the floor, or oversized rear end forming a great pair of what looked like bean bag chairs, and she hadn't fallen that far from when she could still use the chair.

The game went on, and each user made their moves. The looking fear of having an ass that big was daunting, but that's why there were both on that site. The game was wrapping up, and Jake was only a couple moves away from an assured victory, when the unthinkable happened.

He watched as one of the audience member's ass grew suddenly. They only had a couple points - enough to fill out a pair of guy pants - but that quickly disappeared. The jeans exploded off their figure, followed by their underwear. They were left with a massive ass that rivaled what Brittany and Jake were sporting.

And then the ass dwindled down to nothing, and two hundred points ended up in the victory pot. Jake looked at the screen, and saw Brittany looking off camera, also at the screen. Their calm and confident demeanors were broken by one person's donation.

Jake grit his teeth, and purchased another two hundred points for himself. Brittany wasn't far behind, perhaps just needing the nudge of seeing her competitor doing the same.

The pair both groaned. Two hundred points by itself was inhumanly large, looking more like a cartoon then what anyone would be expected to sport. But both Jake and Brittany were already well rounded, and this brought them into insanity. Brittany had the advantage of sitting on the floor already, so her rear spilled out further away from her body and took up most of the floor space in her room.

Jake managed to free himself before he broke his computer chair, though his pants were another story. Practically unravelling themselves, they stopped once he was left with only the legs intact, along with a waistband connecting to a thin strip that now made the garment a thong.

The pair was left panting, and Jake made his next move. Brittany followed, with the only move she could make, before Jake took her last piece and won the game.

The system seemed to slow down a little while it processed everything happening. Brittany fell to the floor with a thud, her ass little more than skin over bone. She bent over and showed it off, how it became so extremely distant from what she had moments ago.

Jake looked at the prize pool. It would almost triple his current size. He lounged back, and let the changes start to fill him. While his hips were high in the air, his feet and head still dangled to touch the ground, albeit barely. As his ass got larger, it covered more area underneath his body, until he was entirely laying on his own firmly, perky curves.

He wiggled, and felt the entire mass move underneath him, quiver and shaking. His hand smacked the side of his ass and he yelped, nearly cumming from the sharp contact, the only thing hiding that detail was the overly tightened stretch pants he had been wearing.

After a few attempts he rolled over onto his front, propping himself up. His little show had taken him longer than he realized, and the room had moved onto another game: poker, for what he could guess. Only Brittany seemed interested in what he was doing, and she opened up a chat window to him.

"Hey there, Wide Load. How's the life of a winner treating you?"

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "It's a shame I don't have anyone to share this victory with. I'm sure someone out there would love all this on their face. Hell, I could fit a bunch of people under there!"

Brittany laughed, and it didn't seem like a staged laugh like she did in front of the crowd. It seemed more normal, and much friendlier. "Was a bit of a surprise when that person dumped all those Assolation points in the pot."

Jake nodded and the movement seemed to send ripples through his curves. "Yeah, that was crazy. Hey, you play on Games often?"

Brittany looked up. "Yeah, though usually on Quarantitty. I figured I'd give Assolation a try today, and was winning a bit more than I'd hope for. So I had to find a sucker to unload on before jumping back to the land of breasts."

It took a moment, and then Jake gasped. "You threw the game on purpose?!" Brittany started giggling erratically, nodding. "Oh… fuck, you got me good."

Her eyebrow raised a bit of a degree. "What, you're not mad?"

Jake shrugged. "I'm an assman, and now I've got the world's best ass as long as I stay online. So no, I'm not mad. Though…"

"Though?"

"I'd be even less mad if they were on you for me to play with."

Brittany sat mouth agape as she tried to understand. "Damn, you snuck that in there. Well, on that slightly creepy note, I'm going to Quarantitty." With that, Brittany signed off, the chat window closed, and Jake was left alone with his massive ass.

Then, out of nowhere, his computer dinged with a notification. Brittany had sent him a friend request, and a message.

"It wasn't that creepy though. Get your ass into this Quarantitty game server and we'll pull the same thing we did on Assolation.  Loser buys the Tit-Queen drinks when the virus is gone."

Jake smiled, and punched out his reply. "*Tit King*, I think you meant. You're on!"