You sprint ahead, at first you feel like you're winning. But then you see Maddi, rapidly closing in on you, you try to pick your pace up, but as the finish line approaches she's caught up to you, in a desperate attempt at winning you go into a dive.
Coughing up dust you wonder what happened, you hadn't transform so you must've won, right? Wait, wiping your eyes, you can definitely see Maddi and she isn't your breasts. "I think we tied for first" you hear her say, "Then who has lost?" you ask, very much not wanting to her boob.
As Maddi picked up the medallion you started to feel weird, the last thing you hear before you black out is the words "I think you lost." When you woke up, you felt very uncomfortable.
Confused, you tried to move only to realize you were completely inanimate. I felt something weird, your head seemed to be attached to something, gravity making you bounce around.
If you had a mouth you would have gasped, you felt very full and inflated, probably with milk - you were Maddi's pair of breasts. It was incredible to have such a different shape, everything felt so mixed up.
Suddenly you felt light flood into your dark cove under Maddi's bra, you mentally groan with pleasure as you feel Maddi's hand start to grope you, you feel amazed by how easily you give way under Maddi's tender fingers, to be fair, all you are is some fat and milk.
You think there's some other race happening because Maddi's stopped touching you and you can now feel the unpleasant sensation of bobbing around in her bra - probably as she runs.
As soon as the bobbing stops, you get confused. Aren't the rules that you get transformed into something else after the next race, why wasn't anything happening to you, you were still a large, soft, squishy set of breasts.
"Why is he/she still Maddi's breasts?" somebody asks, "Oh no, it's because we tied for first. It was a paradox, so the medallion freaked out and transformed him randomly and now we can't change him back" Maddi exclaimed, crying.
You spend the rest of my life as Maddi's breasts, never leaving her side. The best parts of your life was when someone, whether it be Maddi or another man groping your soft, tender tissue.