"I hope you get tits!" Marcus gasped out in his wincing.
With the card spat out, Nigel sighed and read the card.
"Your friend made a good idea but subtlety is a must,
its probably too soon to just give you a bust,
the child could probably do with some milk,
so take off your shirt since its not made of silk."
Nigel suddenly felt sensitive around his nipples, as they began to stand on end; the fabric of his shirt starting to get irritating against them.
As his chest was bared to the group, they all saw his nipples starting to leak a little bit of white liquid. His pecs hadn't exactly ballooned into breasts, but they were round now rather than square, and they were definitely swollen, which had to be the milk's doing.
"You're lactating!" Babs said, eyeing Nigel's chest with interest.
Taking the card's direction, not wanting to pick a fight with a magical game that held their lives in their hands, Nigel picked up Drake and brought him up to his nipple, moaning when Drake latched on and began to suckle. "This is probably what I get for trying to baby him."
Drake meanwhile had no idea what had come over him to make him suckle on his momma like that... Wait... His momma?
"I'll go next," said Kristy, "this is actually starting to look fun."
Babs looked over at her pouting, "you sure? Going by what Nigel said, maybe I should go next; I was here before you two got here after all."
"He also said the ones who should take responsibility should go first. I'm in part the reason Marcus was being so insufferable when we got here given he had to wait for us, and if my reasoning on this game is right, I should probably stake myself on my own theory before I let you wander blindly into it," Kristy said.
Nigel looked up from the suckling child that was once Drake. "No arguments here."
With that, Kristy spun up the game.