Abigail's turn was next. She looked at Jenny and marveled at the possibility of becoming sexy like her, but after what happened to Kim, she was a bit wary to the consequences of playing. In the end, her curiousity got the better of her and she rolled the die. It bounced around for a few seconds and stopped on 10, whereupon her piece moved down the lane of sqaures where it stopped on "Bigger is Better". She drew her card from the deck and read:
"Junk in the Trunk! Your butt's size is multiplied by the number of your roll."
As soon as she finished reading, and before she realized what the card said, a pleasurable shudder ran through her young, plush behind. She twisted around and watched as the seat of her already tight jeans pushed out about an inch and continued to expand. After a few seconds, any space left in her pants quickly filled up and the sound of creaking fabric echoed around the room. Abigail moaned in pleasure, both from the front of her jeans rubbing against her crotch and the increasing sensitivity of her ever growing butt as it started to become a brand new erogenous zone. Eventually, her jeans couldn't take anymore and her mamoth cheeks burst through the back with a great rip, revealing the fact that Abigail was going commando. Luckily her belt kept her pants on, covering her front.
Abigail turned to see the damage, smiling at her huge derriere (she'd always wanted a huge ghetto booty) and said, "I love it! This should be more than enough to attract the boys." But the growth didn't stop. Abigail frowned. "I said that's enough!" Still it refused to slow. Just the opposite, it sped up. Now she was worried.
Abigail turned to her friends, shocked to see that she now sat a foot more over all their heads. They watched with wide eyes (and a little lust) as she grew higher and higher and her butt grew wider and wider, its soft girth oozing over the sides of the chair that groaned from the immense weight that rested upon it.
"What's going on?" Abigail asked, confused. "Why isn't it stopping? Someone help!"
"We can't," said Jenny. "You just have to ride it out until what ever the card says is done."
"But it said i'd only by the size of my roll. This is more than ten times. It's more like thirty and it's still going!"
Abigail picked up the card and read it aloud, but stopped when she realized her thumb was over the end of the sentence. She moved her finger and paled at the part she had acidentally covered up.
"I didn't read it all," she said. "It says: Your butt's size is multiplied by the number of your roll... X10! That's 100 tim... AHHHHH!"
Before she could finish the sentence, her chair finally gave way to the pressure building on top of it. It snapped into a thousand pieces and abigail landed with a thud that shook the house. It didn't hurt, though, thanks to the extra padding, but a powerful wave of plesure shot through her body causing her to practically scream with ecstacy which came back again and again as she bounced on the jello-like mass beneath her.
When the final waves of pleasure finally subsided she opened her eyes and realized she was nearly eye level with the other girls once more. She looked down and gasped. Her butt had finally stopped growing, but only after each cheek had grown to the size of large beach balls. Her legs, like toothpicks in comparison, hung over the front, her toes barely touching the ground, and her shredded pants were visibly soaked from zipper to knees from her numerous orgasms during the whole ordeal.
"Look at me!" she said. "I'm huge!"
Her friends giggled amongst themselves. "That's understating the obvious," Jenny said.
"How am I supposed to walk? I can't even stand up!"
Kylie said, "Well it looks like you'll just have to stay and play the game to the end if you ever want to shake your 'assets' on the dance floor ever again." A devilish grin spread across her face. "or we could always do this."
Kylie raised her hand and slapped it down on top of one of Abigail's massive mounds. The poor girl howled as another orgasm rocked her body. Kylie only laughed.
"Stop that," Abigail panted, although she actually enjoyed it, but that was last thing she wanted to admit.
"Yeah, Kylie," Abigail said sternly. "Besides it's your turn. Roll the die."
Kylie grabbed the small plastic lump off the game board and said, "Alright, alright. I'm just having a little fun with her." But no one else seemed to notice the flustered look on Abigail's face as she tried to hide her pleasure while Kylie rubbed her foot against her gigantic bottom under the table.