"Guess I'll start?" said Courtney, reaching forward and pressing on the smoked glass bubble with her index and middle fingers. Caleb couldn't help but sneak a peek down her shirt as she did so, and was rewarded with a generous view of her breasts, as they hung forward into her black bra cups. He found himself adjusting once again, the fabric of his underwear pulling tight.
An audible *click* sounded as Courtney released the button and settled back into her cross-legged position. Whatever was inside the glass bubble spun and churned, until a white number "7" appeared on the surface.
"Wow, for an older looking game, that's pretty high-tech," commented Jenna, furrowing her brow.
Courtney moved her token ahead six spaces, to the first junction in the game path. She could either go left into the upper floor of the passenger car, or right into the bottom floor. After a brief second of hesitation, she moved left. "Better stick to the high road," she to fill the awkward silence that filled the room. She set her token down on a red square and raised her eyebrows, expectantly. "So wait, do I click it again to get my instructions? Or was that it...?" She trailed off, uncertainly.
Derrick opened his mouth to say something but Sara pointed at the bubble and said, "Look! It's automatic!" Sure enough, the smoke was churning once again. After a second or two, red letters began to appear. They read:
Train is delayed due to obstacle on tracks.
Go back three spaces.
Go back three years.
"Wait," said Courtney, confused. "What does it mean - is each space a year?"
"No idea, maybe it's a REALLY long delay," Jenna said, smirking. Courtney shrugged and moved her token back three spaces. As she did so, a strange feeling swept over her. She felt suddenly warm and a little disoriented. Derrick must have noticed her unsteadiness, because he put a hand out onto her back.
"You okay?" he asked. Her back felt really warm.
"I-I think so," she said uncertainly. The feeling passed, and she sat back onto her butt. She felt a tingling sensation welling up inside her, a familiar swooping of the stomach that made her blush and break into a sweat. She was getting aroused! She could feel the crotch of her panties getting damp, and goosebumps rising up on her skin.
"Yeah, you look... different..." Sara commented from across the game board. Sara could see her friend's face changing slightly, almost imperceptibly. Freckles began to break out on her nose and cheeks. Her features softened, going from a mature woman-like sharpness to a duller, rounder look of childhood. Sara's eyes widened. "I think you're getinng younger!" She said, leaning forward again and squinting.
"W-what?! Courtney said, then slapped a hand to her mouth. Her vice had sounded different, higher in pitch. Then she practically shrieked as she felt something snaking its way over her teeth. She leapt to her feet, eyes wide. "What the hell!?" She removed her hand and everyone gasped. She was wearing braces! She had gotten them removed her freshmen year, yet there they were.
Now that she was standing, the effect of the magic could be seen more readily. Her shorts sagged on her, especially in the rear as her butt lost definition and her hips lost their curves. Her tight t-shirt wrinkled in the midriff and the clingy fabric showcased her dwindling breasts. Her bra held its shape against the shirt, and her shrinking assets caused the outline of the cups to show, the fabric dimpling a bit here and there.
She gasped again as her shorts began to slide down her hips. She caught them and hiked them up before catastrophe happened, but not before everyone in the room glimpsed the wrinkled waistband of her previously tight Calvin Klein briefs.
"Nooo!" She whimpered, forgetting Derrick and Caleb's presence and pulling open the collar of her shirt, looking down at her once proud cleavage. She saw her breasts dwindle away into bumps, leaving a good inch or two of room in her cups.
An 8th-grade Courtney now stood, horrified, in front of her high school friends. A stunned silence fell over the room.
Jenna broke it after a few seconds. "Who's going next?"