Rhonda rolled a four, landing her on a red square. Another flash of red light as a red card was dispensed. She wanted to get it over with so she grabbed at the card immediately.
"You can keep pace and keep height with anyone on the courts, grow to be a pro." Huddled over as her body began to stretch, it was buring and kind of painful. Rhonda stood up tall, taller than she ever had before. And everyone looked up in awe.
"Holy crap Rhonda you grew!" Ernest yelped.
"You look almost as tall as Doug now!" Jeane intejected.
"No way!" Rhonda rolled her eyes nervously
"Yeah no way indeed!" Doug walked up to the now taller woman and realized he was shorter than her.
"Wait a second Doug he don't look right..." Jeanne said as she got up to compare heights as well. Sure enough Doug looked shorter. And his chin less defined
"What the hell!?" Doug bellowed as he mom approached, she was on a couple inches shprter than him now, what happened???
"Hold up Ill grab a tape measure." Art ran off to the kitched and started rummaging through drawers.
"This can't be happening..." Doug was freaking out.
"Well you were supposed to breastfeed to stay 'big and strong' weren't you?" Rhonda smirked, she was kinda digging the big change in height, suddenly she heard a voice "Stay standing or you will see higher heights"
"Ok Ive got it." Art began measuring Doug "Wow you're only 5'8 now" He checked Rhonda but needed her help to reach. " Definitely 6'3, wow Rhonda you're really killing it."
"But I cant... Im a big boy, and... Not in front of my friends!" Doug seemed to throw a bit of a tantrum
"Babe you've got to if you dont want to keep getting shorter... And possibly younger." Jeanne was taken a back, he boyfriend waa acting childish and she'd never seen him so short bfore, they were almost the same height.
"No one's going to judge you, this is a crazy situation Doug." Ernest assured him "We just need to work togther to get through this, Jeanne... I mean your mom is on board with this so maybe listen to her?"
Doug nuzzled his head against Jeanne's chest. He was was flushed, both from frustration and embarrassment.
"We'll be just a second." Jeanne told the group as they walked over to the bathroom. "Dougie, just bare with me here ok, it's not like you haven't seen my boobs before."
"Gross mom, don't make it sound like we're dating!" Doug was mortified
"But... Doug, think about this, how could I be your mom if we're both in our early 20s?" Jeanne assured him, hoping something could snap the love of her life out of this.
That's when in the other room, a loud click went off. Everyone still in the room immediately shot a glance at the board and noticed the light was a deep purple and a purple card has risen from depths. Art hesitated but reached over to the card with sweet immediately claming hims hands. He read the card aloud. "Jeanne has made a point and so we shall point her body and her clock into the right direction."
BANG! The gang turned to the bathroom door, Art and Rhonda rushed on over as they could her moans coming from the bathroom.
"Jeanne?! Doug?! Are you ok in there?! Art shouted, Rhonda was speachless, her shadow towering over the door.
Inside the bathroom Jeanne was changing. Her hips were widdening, her ass expanding ans filling with fat, her alread large breasts growing rounder and fuller by the minute leaving wet spots and her already strained shirt. Her thighs and arma began to thinken with years of staying home and taking car of the kids, her skin was losing some of its elasticity. He stomach no longer held the abs of a track start but instead a slight ponch with stretch marks. Her head was getting a bit hazy as two realities made it her home, one were she had left her twenties behind long ago, and another where she knew her boyfriend was infact not her son leaving her with questions of why she was hanging out with such young people. She stood up, now taller than Doug by a few inches, held his head in her hands and guided him to her left breast, now a heavy E cup filled to burst with warm milk. A voice spoke in Jeanne's head "If Doug does not feed for too long, you will truly become his mother, and there will have been no other."
"Im ok... really its fine." Her voice was so much more mature now, and also a bit raspy and tired. " There there Dougie, not rush, there's plenty of milk for my little man." She knew in her heart this was wrong somehow. "We'll find a way to fix this so we can be us again." She knew he was her boyfriend but, why such a young stud? She was a couple decades older than him now at 42 years of age after all.
The two exited the bathroom, gasps were heard all around the room
"Oh my god Jeanne what happened to you!?" Rhonda cried
"Oh well you see Rhonda, once you have a kid lf your own, your breasts lose a little bit of their size when they feed." She replied nonchalantly.
"No not your boobs Jeanne... You're so much older!" Art proclaimed.
"Now that's just rude of you to say, haven't you heard you're not supposed to comment ona woman's age? You guys mever seemed to mind the gap before."
"Its the purple card." Ernest said " She must have made Doug question the...mom thing... And the game punished her for it, now she thinks she's a middle age woman but still sees Doug as her boyfriend."
"There has to be a way out of this!" Rhonda squeeled.
"There is." Ernest stared blankly at the dice. "We have to play the game."