Daniel threw the dice in a high, lazy arc, hoping that they would come to rest on the board. He had long ago given up struggling against the woman on top of him, unable to overcome the strength the game had given her so that she could pursue her new goal. But even that seemed a lost cause now, Joanna's desire to be filled by him literally the only thought in her mind. She was relentless, and insatiable. Now his only hope was to endure the pleasure until something changed her again ... or him.
Although Daniel could not see the board, and Joanna no longer cared, the other three watched intently as the figurine - its scaled-up penis bucking and thrusting on the game board in time with reality - marched forward a paltry two spaces, coming to land on a grey tile.
"Oh my," Alicia breathed. "I hope that doesn't do what the last one did. With Alicia ... she'd be hurt pretty badly, I'm afraid."
The glowing card waited for Daniel to take it for several long minutes while the three attentive players wondered if they should be the one to pick it up for him. Only the wanton groans of artificial passion broke the silence. Then, a timer seemingly satisfied, the card moved on its own accord.
Your gender is like simple math,
though you might not think it true.
You've rolled the dice and can't deny
that one plus one is two!
Daniel screamed. The muscles of his chest began to twitch and shift, bubbling up like the churn of boiling water. His nipples grew larger, and the skin around them began to stretch and darken into a wide areola as a pair of breasts took shape on his masculine form.
"Look!" Nicole pointed at the figurine. Beneath its huge penis, the figurine's surface began to crack and split, Daniel's newly-granted second sexuality mirrored in miniature. Across the board, it was clear that Daniel was aware of the changes as well. He had managed to push forward, wrapping one arm around Joanne's back and pulling himself into an almost-sitting stance that stopped only a couple of inches short of hilting his massive length within her moaning frame. Finally able to free his other hand, but now so deeply caught up in the pleasures of the change - much less the constant sex - that he did not care about freeing himself. Instead, he brought his other hand around her body as well, and down below her back, finding the wet folds that had emerged beneath his bulging sack. His breasts, far larger than a D-cup, swollen to match his penis, pressed against Joanna's body as his fingers explored the depths and contours of sexuality he had only known from touching others.
Alicia, meanwhile, grew pale. "If we don't find a way to help them soon, I don't think Joanna will be able to roll for her turn..."