"A seven." Emily announced proudly, moving her piece forward the 7 spaces. She was in the lead now. "We're getting close guys!" She beamed, her tail swaying back and forth behind her. Everyone else's smiles got a bit brighter at Emily's enthusiasm. She drew her card without any hesitation. She stared at it for a moment, before giving a sigh. "I can't read." She held the card out to Sandra, Tracy stifled a giggle.
Sandra was still laying on her side and was struggling to right herself. She took the card and read it aloud, mostly focused on getting her legs to work. "You got what you wanted / That's not how you play the game / Choose one of your friends / Give them the same."
Tracy was on it immediately. "Another revert card! Who's furthest back?"
Emily pursed her lips. "I should give it to Sandra."
Sandra snapped at her, a bark escaping her lips, "No! We stick to the plan. Samantha's furthest back, we give it to her. We can't lose ground." She awkwardly flopped onto her belly, squashing her breasts against herself, but her legs were finally able to get some traction.
Tracy sighed, "Sandra's right."
"But I'm already mostly myself, if only a few years younger. That's not fair to you girls." Samantha protested.
Sandra growled, wobbling on her legs. Emily was doing her best to help her, but there wasn't much a 4-year-old could do. "It's the most strategic sense. Three of us going for the goal, you taking all the revert cards and staying at the back. Yes, this sucks right now. But I'd rather finish than be temporarily normal. We've all seen this game's sense of humor, it might just make things worse on my next turn."
Emily frowned, watching her friend struggle, it was hard to turn down the chance to make her normal again. It was hard to turn down the chance to make either of them normal again. She knew Tracy hated her body right now, especially since she had been self-conscious about herself before all this. But they had made a plan, and Emily had to stick to it, if she ever wanted to be 20 again. Her massive breasts were annoying, but she would rather have a shortage of bras than live out puberty all over again.
"Sorry Sammi, but I promised to play right. I choose Samantha." Emily decided. Everyone eagerly watched Samantha.
She had shrunk down by about an inch when she aged down, so that was quickly reversed as her face and body matured to her natural age. Everyone assumed it would end with that, but Samantha gave a frown. "Uh, guys..." Then, just as before, they all watched as Samantha's chest started to rise again. Her B-cups quickly gained mass, filling out her baggy shirt. The shirt had been hanging to about her thighs, but now it rose up to her hips.
Samantha grunted in pain as her skin stretched and her back was burdened by the massive weight. She felt that unwanted but familiar sloshing inside her massive flesh bags. "Fuck." She cursed as damp spots formed where her nipples were. They watched as Samantha's piece moved back to square 0.
"What happened?" Tracy asked, "Why did her boobs come back? She should be normal."
Sandra examined the card, giving a grown. "It's a wording trap. The game's messing with us. 'You got what you wanted'. The card never said it would make the person she chose normal. It just said they would get what they wanted."
"And I wanted to keep these huge tits. At least...I did at the time." Samantha pouted, folding her arms under her breasts. "I changed my mind."
Sandra shook her head, "I don't think the game cares."
Emily frowned, "Sorry Sammi."
Samantha gave a soft smile, "It's ok Emily. We're just going with the flow."
Tracy raised an eyebrow, "Samantha, you're not feeling...Motherly, are you?"
Samantha thought for a moment, "No, I definitely didn't want to keep that part." At this point, Sandra finally got to her feet, towering over everyone.
"I do not know how to sit down." She said curtly.
Tracy gave a soft laugh. "Come here, I'll help you. Samantha, your turn."