It was another half an hour before the group reassembled around the game. Jan was propped up on a chair, balanced by her enormous butt cheeks and her titanic tits. Amy was now seated next to her, smiling and giggling. This was a girl who had blushed every time she rang up a box of condoms at work. Now she sat with both sets of genitals, completely naked and freshly fucked.
Alice was a cow. Nothing human left except a slightly-diminished intelligence.
Christina looked at Jan. Jan was staring at her, smiling. Smiling. Christina, since this began, had felt that they had drifted the further the changes took them. But now Jan was smiling and Christina smiled back because Jan’s smile always made her heart melt.
‘Father of my child,’ Christina thought and rubbed the small lump of a pregnant belly.
“Last time,” Christina said and tossed the dice. Eight.
As soon as the avatar began to move, her belly rumbled and shook. It expanded further, growing tight and taut. She had been about five months pregnant before – here, she was closer to seven months. Her breasts hurt a little too.
Red.
Christina drew the card.
‘Who needs bottles and nipples and such?
‘You’ll make enough milk for a whole bunch!’
Christina’s breasts ached suddenly and began to inflate, growing tight, and sagging further down her chest. Within moments, it was like two gallons were swaying her chest. Oddly, all things considered, it was fairly tame.