Grasping the die while trying not to pay attention to what seemed to be rapidly progressing in Dan's chair, Jenn tossed the faceted object onto the board where it tumbled before coming to rest with a 13 face-up. Her piece jolted forward, stopping on a red square.
"Darn, I was sorta hoping for a blue to help me out with *these*!" she said, hefting her huge mammaries before allowing them to rest on the tabletop. She'd become surprisingly adjusted to her toplessness, though the weight was starting to give her a backache.
Drawing a red card, she flipped it to read. John was the only other person paying attention at this point, Erica and Dan now wrapped up in ... each other across the table.
"23 is not bad, though you're not in the lead.
As penalty we want you to follow your need.
Heavy of breast, your instinct takes over,
Share your supply with you're Baby-Lover"
A pooling sensation had Jenn dropping the blank card and gripping the tops of her breasts, still careful not to 'cover' them in any way. "Oh god! The pressure! I thought they were heavy before, but now it feels as if they're... full of..." she trailed off as she glanced down to see yellowish-white droplets forming on her nipples. Leaning back and loosely massaging one, she was shocked when milk spurted out, arching and hitting John in the face. Immediately, a sense of rightness made her beckon to her husband, who, as if in a trance, rose and came to kneel beside her. He leaned forward, latching his mouth gently around one weeping tip, and Jenn felt instant relief as the milk began to flow.
John suckled, and with each pull Jenn noticed he decreased in height, his head soon level with the tabletop. She reached down and scooped her husband into her arms, settling him onto her lap even as he continued to nurse at her breast. His hair lightened as his features softened and rounded, his limbs becoming stubbier and his clothes altering into a baby's blue onesie. Tiny hands now curled and clasped against the skin of her tit, and John's eyes began to droop in contentment. As his pulls slowed, the fog cleared from Jenn's mind.
"'BABY-lover?' I'm really starting to think this game is seriously perverted!" Jenn sighed, cradling her snoozing husband in her arms.
Rhythmic moans and growls were coming from the other side of the table, and Jenn was afraid to look lest she see something she couldn't un-see, so she quickly placed the die in John's chubby little hand before swinging his arm towards the game. Luckily he didn't have a firm grasp yet and the twenty-sided piece rolled onto the board.