After speaking Sandra fell silent and made no move to take the dice or do anything else.
Realizing that Sandra wasn't going to do anything Tracy took a deep breath and rolled the dice, "Come on guys, we're going to get through this thing. We beat the game, we fix all this and it's all done. I mean look, I'm rolling high too, I just got an eleven."
Trying to smile she moved her piece eleven spaces and drew a card, "Wow, this is a weird one, but it doesn't sound too bad. Listen to this: You're very brave / I do have to be fair / Compared to your friends / You have a most impressive pair. It's like it knows what we're doing."
She started to laugh in an attempt to reassure the others, but her laughter cut off abruptly when she felt a twinge in her stomach. At first she tried to dismiss it as nerves, but it grew stronger. The others looked at her expectantly and she realized that they were waiting to see if anything was happening to her.
"I don't get it," Emily said quietly as it looked her up and down, "It's not fair if nothing happens to you."
"Hey," Samantha spoke up, no longer crying, she sounded very angry, "You got off easy so don't talk about fair."
She then tried to cross her arms, but couldn't manage with her huge, milk filled breasts, and in the end settled for crossing her arms under them to give them some support. The wet spots over her nipples had continued to grow, and had now reached roughly the size of a CD.
"None of this is fair," Sandra said quickly, trying to keep calm and prevent an argument from breaking out, "Let's just all keep cool and try to..."
She trailed off when the twinge hit her again, lower down in her stomach and lasting much longer this time. She could actually feel the discomfort moving down as it grew in intensity. It faded for a moment, stopping just above her crotch and then came back stronger than ever, accompanied by a feeling of pressure.
Wincing, Tracy stood up, looking at the door to the hall and shaking her head. She wanted to see what was happening to her, but she was too afraid to run to the bathroom. Then her eyes fell on the door to the closet.
"Excuse me guys," she rushed across the room and into the closet, closing the door behind her as best she could, and holding onto the knob in case one of the others got the crazy idea of opening the door on her.
She fumbled to unzip her jeans with one hand as the pressure grew stronger and stronger. By the time she got her jeans down there were tears in her eyes and the pressure was unbearable. Afraid of what she would find, she slid her free hand into her panties and felt a strange swelling just above her clit, yet some how the swelling was obviously not the source of her discomfort. Rather, the pain was coming from somewhere above and behind it, slowly moving forward and down to the loose, flexible swelling in the skin above her pussy. In fact, ti wasn't really a swelling at all, just a bit of soft, saggy skin. It felt familiar, like something she'd felt once before, she just couldn't place it.
As she probed the growth there was a sliding sensation accompanied by an almost audible pop as something seemed to fall down into the area of saggy skin. The pressure lessened slightly and a moment later, with another popping sensation it was gone. The saggy skin above her clit now had two oblong, solid feeling objects it it, about the size of marbles, though they were growing as she continued to examine them.
It wasn't until they had reached the size of grapes and the discomfort had faded to a memory that she realized what had happened. She had grown a pair, a pair of balls.
Eyes wide, she stopped fondling herself and reached her hand below her new additions. Her pussy was still there. She patted the skin above and found that it was still smooth, all that had grown in were the balls.
She supposed that it was better than becoming fully male, but at the same time it felt creepy to have balls, especially when they were so big. They had finally stopped growing, but they felt huge to her, like a pair of eggs.
"You okay in there?" Samantha asked from the other side of the door, apparently having gotten up to see if anything was wrong.
"I'm fine," Tracy squeaked, trying to stuff her balls into her panties.
"You sure?" Samantha pressed on, clearly worried despite her own condition.
Tracy gritted her teeth and zipped up her pants, wincing at the discomfort caused by the pressure her tight pants put on her balls, "Yeah, I'm fine."
She hobbled out of the closet, struggling to hide what had happened to her.
The looks the others gave her as she sat down made it obvious that they knew something was wrong, even if they weren't sure what.
"Sandra, you're next," she said quickly, hoping to get things moving before any of them asked what had happened to her.