Jill tried again to focus. She knew that this game was somehow changing her. But the scarier part was how good the changes felt. "I just, like, need to finish this game, and then I can totally get out before I start talking even more like a bimbo."
Set for her next shot, Jill's D-cups rubbed against the table as she wiggled her hips. She had the perfect line-up. Just five more balls and I'm, like, the winner!
However, the moment Jill went for her shot, her guiding hand slipped and she struck the cue ball hard and off-center. The white sphere careened at an angle and collided with the black eight-ball. The eight-ball ricocheted off of the table's wall went straight for a pocket.
"No!" Jill stared in horror as the eight-ball fell into the pocket marked with the bikini body. Her torn and stretched clothing blew apart and vanished into thin air as a navy blue bikini materialized over her changed body. Aside from her swimsuit, she only had on a pair of high-heeled sandals. The rest of her gear and equipment, including her handgun, vanished with her old clothing.
"Oh poo, no fair!" Jill winced as the words left her mouth. Now she looked, sounded, and was dressed like a bimbo. "Now what do I do?"
The invisible force that was her opponent set down its cue, and the eight-ball rose back out of the pocket. It twirled as it levitated in the air, and Jill, with her new lips, could do little but pout at it. "Yeah, I know you won. But--"
The ball shot forward through the air right at Jill. Caught by surprise, she opened her mouth to gasp when the ball lodged itself between her lips. It shrank just small enough to fit like a gag as Jill tried to pry it out.
"Mmmmrmmph!" Jill felt her breasts expand once again, growing from D to E-cups as her hips and butt grew along with them. Her lips inflated into thick, soft pillows perfect for ball-sucking, and her hair grew even longer, stretching down beyond her bigger, better behind. "Mmmmmph! MMMMPH!" Jill screamed through her gag.
But the screaming stopped as the next change took hold, and Jill felt a pink fog fall over her mind. Uuuugh. I...ooooh! The intelligence in her eyes nosedived and she giggled through her gag. Her navy blue bikini turned pink with a white polka-dot pattern. The fabric strained hard against her new curves.
Awwwww, I like, lost the game, but, uh...what was I playing for?
In a sudden burst of light, the eight-ball in Jill's mouth burst like a bubble, and a blindingly white light filled the room. And when it cleared, Jill was nowhere to be found.
That is, the flesh and blood Jill Valentine wasn't in the room. But mounted on the wall nearby, next to the rack of pool cues, hung a new piece of art. A bronze relief of the bimbo Jill had become, she was depicted sitting with her legs spread, rubbing her bikini-clad mound with her left hand as the right massaged one of her large tits. Airheaded and doe-eyed, her puffy, pillowy lips were opening in an "O" that made one think she was happily sucking an invisible cock.
Jill Valentine had failed in her bid to escape from the House of Haunted Hussies. The former S.T.A.R.S. officer had become a display piece, a work of art destined to decorate the room in which a simple game had cost her her freedom. She was, as some might say, behind the eight-ball.
But Jill's disappearance didn't go unnoticed. Once people realized she was missing and failed to report in, someone went looking for her. And that someone was...
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