The dragonness caught the dice eagerly with one hand, tossing them on the table, anxiously anticipating what else the game might do to her. Her other hand let its clawtips play gently over her folds and mound, keeping her warm and wanting. Her figurine strode forward proudly, stopping on a grey square. She snatched up the card to read it.
Not unlike a dairy cow,
your great breasts yearn with need.
But while your milk is low in calcium,
it offers something else indeed.
Joanna moaned in satisfaction. Her breasts, covered with little red and gold scaled that almost seemed to shine even in the fluorescent lights of the room, began to grow and swell. She let her free hand caress and rub one. The other, after all, was occupied below. But as her breasts grew in size, they grew in sensitivity as well. Soon both hands were at her breasts, touching and pinching, calling forth feelings more powerful than any she had known before. She felt a dribble of moisture run down the scales of her stomach. Looking down, she could see that her breasts were not just enormous, but yearning for release as well.
Her eyes fall back upon Nicole, pleading for aid, as she drops to her knees.