Cyndi shook the dice and let them fly across the game board, landing on a seven. "Yes, lucky seven," she said with a smile. Cyndi's smile faded as her games piece moved forward seven spaces and stopped on a blue square. "Not another blue square."
Cyndi reached for the top card of the blue deck. "What 1968 musical fearured the songs "Age of Aquarius" and "Let the Sun Shine"? What is this? Trivial pursuit or something?"
"I bet that if you get the question right, you don't get changed," Joy said.
"I don't have a clue," Cyndi said as she struggled for the answer. "I wasn't even alive back then."
"Hair!" Diane said with a start. "I'm pretty sure the answer is Hair. Our drama club did that in high school and I think those songs were in it."
"If you say so," Cynid said with a sigh. "The answer is Hair."
A moment later, Cyndi felt something touch her shoulder. She looked around and noticed that it was only her hair. At first she didn't think much of it, then she realized that her hair wasn't long enough to touch her shoulders.
"Oh great," Cyndi said saddly as she took a handful of her rapidly growing blonde hair in her hands. "Now my hair is growing. What next?"
"If you want the answer, just look in the mirror," Sue oiked from across the table.
Cyndi struggled to stand up, her mammoth breasts hanging heavily from her chest. She walked as best she could to the mirror and stared in horror at her reflection.
Not only was the hair on her head growing longer, but hair was growing all over her body. Cyndi's face was covered in a thick coat of hair, fortunately the hair didn't cover her eyes, nose or mouth.
Cyndi then noticed that her hair growth wasn't just confined to her head. She could she thick hair poking out from the edges of her clothes.
"This is just fucking great," she growled as she walked slowly back to her seat. The thick coat of hair that rustled under her clothing was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Before she sat down, Cyndi sat down, she removed her clothing, careful not to get any hair stuck in the zipper of her jeans.
All the girls stared as Cyndi removed her sweatshirt. Every inch of Cyndi's body was covered in hair. Her pubic hair had grown so long that the curl had come out of it.
"Great, just great," Cyndi repeated. "It wasn't bad enough having watermelons on my chest, now I look like bigfoot with watermelons on my chest. What next?"
Looking around at her friends, Cyndi turned to Jerri and asked, "You still want to tittie fuck me?"
"Oddly enough, yeah," Jerri said with a smile. "I guess guys are always ready to get off, no matter what the situation."
"Roll Diane," Cyndi said with a huff.