The die rolled to a stop displaying a 16 and John's piece moved forward even as he napped.
"I guess I'm the only one actively playing, at this point." Jenn grumbled, drawing a blue card to match the piece's new position. "I'd say I hope this will change you back, but we've got a long way to go to the end, and I don't think that's how this game likes to work." She adjusted her sleeping husband in her arms as she flipped the card to read.
"That milk was delicious and super nutritious,
you're hitting a growth spurt - don't worry, it won't hurt!
But those milk hormones can be quite sneaky;
You might find yourself a little more 'peaky'!"
Jenn looked down to see John's eyes blink open and then begin to flutter rapidly. "Oh hunny," she cooed. "I don't even know what that means, but I have a feeling we're about to find out!"
She propped her tiny husband up on the edge of the table, his chubby limbs jerking and rapidly beginning to grow. In moments he resembled photos she had seen of him when he was young: 4th birthday party, starting elementary school, 5th grade school trip... the table groaned under his increasing weight, and Jenn tugged him off the surface and helped him to groggily stand. John was going through puberty again and was soon once again resembling his old self. His former clothes had reformed with the changes, and just when she thought it was over, Jenn tilted her head to the side at the sight of something different. John's flat stomach looked a little rounder to her, and as she watched it pushed out some more. Before she knew it, her husband looked like he was 6 months pregnant!
John groaned as he fluttered his eyes open, finding himself leaning against the table in front of Jenn. Her eyes were fixed on his abdomen, and as he tried to push away from the table to stand, he almost toppled forward as he was thrown off balance by a heavy weight in his middle. He looked down and his jaw dropped in shock: his stomach was HUGE. It almost looked like...
"This can't be." He breathed, lifting his hands to rub them over his belly. They both jumped as a visible bulge pushed against one of his hands. "This fucking game! I'm going to kill that old shopkeeper!"
He waddled to his chair and collapsed heavily, leaning back and staring angrily at his roundness.