Connor watched in frustration as his opponent sank the 8-ball with a clean shot, sending it underneath the pool table. With a sigh he pulled the straps of his dress from his shoulders, exposing his enormous heavy boobs. “Fine, you won. You get one full minute to play with these. But after that, we’re still on.”

As the biker began fondling and playing with Connor’s soft and squishy hooters, he thought back on what had gotten him into a situation like this. A few months earlier he had been a college student and heavy drinker who loved to hang out in his local dive bar, but his real passion was pool. Taking bets with strangers, he would pocket hundreds of dollars a night in winnings until he was impossible to beat. The stranger who walked in that day should have been like every other stooge. They made a deal Connor couldn’t refuse: if he won, they would give him a fat stack of bills worth $1000, but if he lost the stranger would do something ‘special’. His eyes lighting up at the sight of all that cash, and cocky in his ability, he eagerly accepted.

The game started evenly with both of them playing an impressive match, but as time went on Connor began getting more and more worried. Each on the last ball, the stranger made a tricky shot and the ball cleanly went in. Upset, Connor broke a pool cue over his knee and slammed his fist on the table. “Fine! Do your worst, asshole!” he shouted.

The stranger waved their hands and the bar all watched in awe as Connor’s body began to change. His body shrinking, his hair grew long and his curves softened as his body became more feminine. Once slender and fit, Connor’s body thickened, his thighs, ass and hips expanding out as his dick shrank into nothing to be replaced by a vagina. Tattoos appeared on his arms and back as hiss chest ballooned out, two hefty breasts with puffy nipples hanging off his torso. In less than a minute, he had turned from a regular student into a slutty, voluptuous bar broad.

“I hope you like your new arrangements...” the stranger said to a stunned Connor as he headed for the door, “...but should you wish to return, you must win at least one game at this table.”

Connor assumed it would be easy and he would be back to normal that night, but ever since he’d been struggling. Apart from the difficulties of having to get used to a new body, his chest pillows constantly resting on the table and disrupting his shots, he just couldn’t get a hang of the game again. Also, he swore that the more shots he sank, the hornier he became, his mind getting clouded with thoughts of what he could do with the pool cue if he was left alone. Despite playing every night to try and reverse the spell, it was as if everything he’d learned has vanished along with his old body. Worse, without the steady source of income he was used to, he quickly had to think of another way of convincing people to play.

As the biker finished their second game with a decisive victory, Connor wanted to break his stick again, but it would be of no use. Besides, he probably wasn’t strong enough now anyway. Following the victor to the filthy men’s bathroom, he got on his knees as he had many times before and started giving another sloppy blowjob.