"I'm the only one who hasn't had a turn yet," Jenna said, "and I'm guessing the game isn't cool about skipping people." She stared at Caleb's smooth face, shuddering, then reached out and hit the popper to roll the dice. It came up 8 and her piece moved accordingly. Nervously, she leaned in to read the instructions.
"Out loud, please," Caleb said, his voice still noticeably freaked out from what had just happened to him. "I can't see."
"Stowaway. Sneak into someone's place." She thought. "I guess I'm supposed to choose a piece to trade with." Her eyes widened. "You don't think that means--"
"Only one way to find out," Courtney said.
Jenna examined the board. Caleb was one spot ahead of her, but if these instructions meant what she thought they did, no way she was gonna trade with him and lose her eyes. Sara was literally underwear. Courtney was a little bit younger, that wasn't too bad.
"Hurry up," Derrick said. "I gotta pee. Just choose one already."
"This is a big deal!" Jenna said, looking at her now heavily pregnant boyfriend. "I mean, I don't wanna just say I'll trade with you without fully thinking about--oh crap, what's happening?" As she spoke, Jenna's voice had dropped in pitch, matching Derrick's timbre. Her hair shortened and she watched in horror as her breasts shrunk, absorbing into her skin and becoming relatively flat pectoral muscles. At the same time, something shifted in her crotch and she squirmed, horrified at what she knew had just happened down there.
"Stop!" Jenna cried, but there was no stopping it. Her piece on the board moved back to the same spot as Derrick's, and her belly began to swell, filling with its own group of triplets. Stubble appeared on her squaring jaw, her brow a little heavier, and a prominent adam's apple appearing in her throat. Her arm muscles fleshed out a bit and her hips narrowed, making the pregnant belly even more uncomfortable to carry.
Soon, two pregnant Derricks sat around the game board. "Jenna?" asked Original Derrick.
"Yeah," Jenna Derrick said, her voice a perfect match but heavily discouraged. "I have to pee, too. Gonna need some help figuring it out."
The two heavily pregnant men hoisted themselves off their respective seats and waddled away and the popper reset, ready for the next turn.