"I'm up," Sara said tentatively, leaning forward and pressing on the inky black bubble like her friends had done. True to form, her thong came into view as she did so, and Caleb's eyes were once again drawn inexorably to the her backside, imagining what she looked like without her yoga pants on. Combined with what had just transpired, Caleb's already tight jockstrap (he had come straight from soccer practice) constricted more.
Sara pressed the bubble, heard the audible popping noise, and then waited, her hand hovering over her game piece until the number "1" appeared.
"Ah, c'mon," she said with an exasperated tone, "I always get screwed!" She moved her piece a mere one space ahead of the caboose and pinched her lips together, waiting for the bubble to do its work. Sure enough, letters began to materialize:
Slow, conservative, and calm...
Attributes befitting a mom.
Silence stood in the room as everyone read, confused. Finally, Sara spoke.
"Uhhh. What the fu-" her profanity was cut off as she made a noise like she had been punched in the gut. Her eyes went wide and her hands flew to her stomach, mouth open.
"Sara?" asked Courtney, looking worriedly at her friend, "are you... okay?"
Sara didn't answer, too distracted by the wave of sensation sweeping over her teenaged body. She felt warm all over, and a tingling sensation in her breasts. As her friends looked on, the flirtatious and forward half-asian began to change.
The first thing Caleb noticed was her burgeoning bust. Her already form-fitting top and bra strained to contain her expanding mammaries, which inflated like fleshy balloons and created a vast canyon of cleavage. Sarah felt them get heavier and heavier, pulled down by gravity as they fattened. Then an uncomfortably hot feeling enveloped them and she gasped as she felt her nipples get wet. The other teens in the room gaped as their friend's shirt sprouted two wet spots where her nipples were.
"Uhhh," said Derrick, eyes flashing around the room to seek confirmation in his friend's eyes, "are you... lactating?!"
"What?!" Sara practically shouted, feeling a wave of new sensations sweep over her body, "I can't be lactating, I'm... I'm..." but she trailed off as the rest watched in incredulity as the transformation continued.
She was gaining weight, but in all the right places. Her hips broadened and her butt bulged outward, stretching her yoga pants as it did so. Sara stood in surprise, twisting her torso to look as her expanding ass, her hands flying from her mature chest to her growing posterior. "No!" she said in despair, thinking of all the squats, hamstring curls, and other booty-firming exercises she had done that year. Her careful work was undone as she piled on extra fat. The yoga pants stretched and stretched, become more see through as they did so. Caleb, from his vantage point on the couch, could see his crush's thong clearly outlined now.
"I, like," Sara said, looking with wide eyes at her body as the transformations slowed, "look like... a mom!"
"More like a milf," muttered Derrick from across the board. Only Courtney heard him, and although the term sounded familiar, her 8th-grade brain couldn't quite define it.
Sara stood before her friends, looking like a 36-year-old mom had raided her daughter's closet. The low cut crop-top clung to her slightly-pudgy stomach and her enormous, milk-engorged breasts strained her top and bra. The yoga pants were practically painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination, and the stretched fabric was indeed see-through in most places, giving everyone a view of the black thong that looked out of place on such a mature frame.
"Well?" the newly minted milf barked at the room, unconsciously putting her hands on her hips like a mother who was displeased with her children, "what ate you waiting for?! Whose turn is it?"