Chris stared blankly at the three girls he had invited over from work for a simple game. Amy had been this short, cute, mousey girl who couldn’t stand to have her breasts not covered by at least two layers of clothing. Now, she was a six foot amazon, completely and unashamedly nude. Her breasts were even bigger, as was her butt. Her butt, by the way, complete with the plastic butt plug still shoved up her rear. Between her soft thighs was not a warm, womanly pussy, but a long, flaccid dick.
Across the table was Jan. Jan, who mere moments ago was tall and slim, and whose thick lipped smile used to melt Chris’ heart. She knew about his crush on, but always made sure not to lead him on and to keep their boundary firm at friendship. She was smart and classy . . . and now she had breasts the size of yoga balls with butt cheeks to match. Her vagina was three times its previous size, exaggerated so broadly that Jan could barely close her thighs. And it was wet. Chris could see that was literally dripping spots of pussy juice onto the floor.
Then there was Alice. Alice, whose Chris had always thought was a little dumb and naďve. Alice, who seemed the opposite of Amy in every way. She wasn’t ashamed of her body – of her full bust, of her tight rear. She enjoyed having them. Alice, who had been this beautiful blonde that was just as likely to flirt with a customer as she was to count the wrong change back, was hardly recognizable in her current state. Nearly every turn had changed her further and further from flighty and flirty young woman to full and furry beast. Her delicate features had been altered, smeared into some combination of cow and girl. Heifer and human. Bovine and beautiful. She couldn’t even talk.
‘Then there’s me.’
Chris had never really imagined he looked more than average as a man. He had a few lays in his late high school and early college days (though he wasn’t that far into college to be fair). And he figured, as a woman, he may been average as well. His flat chest now held two small breasts with very reddish-brown, erect nipples. His stomach was soft, except for a warm fullness toward his crotch – it was his womb, fully active, feeding the fetus within. Feeding his . . . her . . . baby . . . within. Between his legs was no longer the decent sized dick, but now a perfectly normal (if bushy) vagina. His features had softened; even his hair was just a little longer and softer.
Chris glanced at the board. Amy was dead last. Alice was just a few spaces ahead of her. Ahead of them was Chris himself . . . and then, in the lead, was Jan. Jan was close. Jan could end.
The sex-swapped mom-to-be picked up the dice. As soon as he did, his breasts aches and tingled. He watched as they pushed forward, unrestrained, gaining two cup sizes. They felt fuller, heavier. Below them, though, his stomach warbled and was filled with a strong heat. Something fluttered beneath the skin, and his belly leapt forward, expanding several inches, matching size with his bust.
Chris tossed the dice. They tumbled across the table, giving him four.
His pregnant avatar moved forward and landed on Blue. Mindwarp. Great.
He grabbed a card.
‘Baby on board, I suppose you should say,
‘Are you ready for that big day?
‘Being pregnant feels good, didn’t you know?
‘Being pregnant feels good when you start to show.
‘Being a boy isn’t working in this sort of case,
‘Because of that pretty, womanly face,
‘Give up the manhood, the masculine, your name,
‘Enjoy being a girl, it’s almost the same,
‘Except you get some tits and a nice wet pus,
‘Out of that, soon, a baby you’ll push.’
Chris looked at three women, who stared at her. Him. No. Her. Her her. He was a girl now. She was a girl. There was no doubt about, no chance in hell he she he she she wasn’t. A girl, that is. She was a girl.
“That was a long one,” Jan said and stared at Chris . . . Chris . . .
“Are you okay?” asked Amy. “You’re pale. Chris?”
“The baby is . . . the baby . . . is moving.” She cleared her throat. “I’m a – I’m a girl.”
“Well duh, you’ve been one for a least a round,” Jan said, her hands resting on her gigantic breasts.
“What’s it feel like, Chris?” asked Amy.
“No . . . my name . . . my name is Christina. Christina. Okay? I’m a girl now.”
“Okay, what’s the baby moving feel like, Christina?”
“Like being poked from the inside.”
Everyone looked at each other.
“Moooo,” said Alice and then she farted very, very loudly.
“Let’s wrap this up,” said Amy and she snatched up the dice. The nude, big-butted, big-boobed amazonion woman tossed the dice onto the table.