Emily reached over and grabbed a slice of pizza. "You should've ordered a cheese pizza." She complained. "Or at least one with fishies."
"Fish on pizza?" Samantha gagged, surprising herself she still had gag reflex. "I can't think of more disgusting." The pile of sentient slime accosted.
"What? Who doesn't love fish?" Emily asked innocently.
"Well you, for starters," Tracy commented, picking up the dice. "I thought you hated fish?" She gave the dice a roll, 2 and a 1. "Fuck, just a 3."
"Well maybe I like fish now." Emily snarked as Tracy moved her piece. "A lot seems to be changing today, big dick."
Tracy threw up her hands, "Do you have to be like this?"
Emily gave a snarky little smile, "No, but I want to."
Sandra's ears drooped. "C'mon Emily, I think we've given Tracy enough trouble about her current state. We're not making fun of you for being a four-year-old."
"Ugh, fiiine." Emily folded her tiny arms.
"Dealing with your friends is a difficult task / something I need not understand / Race to the end fast / I'll lend you a hand." Tracy rolled her eyes, "Little on the nose. We get along just fine." Emily stuck out her tongue.
"What did it mean, 'lend you a hand'? I doubt this game would actually help us." Said Samantha. She put a slimey tendril against her equally gooey waist.
"Probably some weird twist on- Gahh!" Tracy yelped, clutching her sides.
"Tracy what is it?" Sandra asked, Tracy grunted in pain as his abs began to stretch, another set filling int the gap as torso extended in height.
"My sides," He gasped, "They're splitting open!" And just as Tracy uttered the words, his sides began to malform and reshape, as if something was trying to break its way out of his skin. He grunted in pain as what looked like fingers starting to clear the surface layer of skin, stretching outwards they were soon followed by hands, and then wrists. "Holy fucking shit!" He yelled.
"Ugh...that's so gross looking." Samantha gagged. By now the hands were on the end of an extending forearm, which twisted as it was followed by an elbow. Tracy's body twisted in pain, her new set of arms continued to grow and shift her spinal structure
"Fuck! It hurts!" Tracy exclaimed, as the arms finally reached their full length, capping with something similar to shoulders. She panted heavily, trying to wane off the pain.
"Tracy? You ok?" Sandra asked, she desperately wanted to go over and comfort her friend, but movement was more difficult.
Emily giggled, "Hey Sandra, I found a man who has enough hands for you." She said, like a little pervert. Everyone glared at her. She shrunk back, backing down.
"I guess this is at least useful..." Tracy murmured, "Don't see how it helps me play the game though." She lifted one of her new hands in front of her face. It was just as prehensile as the rest of her limbs, even with a little more flexibility. She noted with a frown it was just as hairy as the rest of her manly body. The hands were large and meaty, fit for hard work. "I couldn't have a little feminity?" She complained. She reached for slice of pizza with her lower right hand. "Moving right along I guess."