"Take your turn, and quick!" Tracy said, handing Samantha the die she had just retrieved from under the bed.
Samantha nodded, shifting her hold on baby Emily, "Sure. Hopefully we can get things done fast now."
In her arms Emily cooed happily and snuggled against her.
She didn't want to admit it, but Samantha found herself starting to really like the weight of her enormous breasts, the way they jiggled and bounced when she moved, and most of all how good it had felt when she had milked herself. Just the thought of it was enough to make her nipples harden and tingle pleasurably. If she won, she wondered if she would be able to wish her wonderful breasts away when she changed everyone back to normal. The little b-cup breasts with their tiny nipples that she had before the game changed her seemed positively flat in her mind now, nothing like the lovely, massive breasts she had now.
Realizing that Sandra and Tracy were looking at her expectantly she pushed those thoughts from her head and rolled the dice, which landed on a seven.
She moved her piece and dutifully drew a card, actually smiling as she read it, "This is a good one guys, 'Don't worry about things - This won't be too strange - You'll just feel more motherly - To help your little friend finish her change'."
As soon as she had looked at the card a feeling of warmth and well being had rushed through her, growing stronger and stronger as she read. Her milk heavy breasts felt so natural and right, even the weight of baby Emily in her arms felt right, like that was how things were meant to be. Smiling she looked down at Emily, with her downy black hair and shining green eyes and smiled. Emily looked up at her, little lips pursed together in an adorable little expression of concern.
"Who's my little girl?" Samantha giggled happily at the infant, knowing exactly what she wanted, "Is my little Emily hungry?"
"What are you talking about?" Sandra wined, her wolf ears pressed down against her head.
In response Samantha lifted her shirt and freed one of her massive breasts. Gently she guided Emily's mouth to her big, dark nipple. Instantly Emily latched on and began to nurse. Samantha's eyes lit up, the feeling was wonderful, and surprisingly, not at all sexual. She was already starting to think of Emily as her baby, and having her nurse was the most amazing and right feeling, as though for her entire life she had been missing something, needed something without knowing what it was. More than anything else she wanted to take care of Emily, feed her, change her diaper, go shopping for adorably baby clothes and watch her little girl grow up.
Looking up from Emily, Samantha frowned at the way the others were staring at her, "What's gotten into the two of you?"
"What's gotten into you?" Tracy retorted, his expression a strange mix of confusion and amusement.
"Nothing," Samantha said quickly, not sure what her friend even meant.
Sandra clarified, "Don't you think it's a little strange that you're doing ... that with Emily?"
"Well, she was hungry," Samantha explained gently once she realized what Sandra had meant, "I'm not going to let my little girl stay thirsty when I've got plenty for her to drink. It would be a waste of good milk."
"Samantha," Tracy's voice was gentle, "Emily is our friend, remember that. It's the game messing with your mind, making you feel this way."
Instinctively Samantha tightened her arms around protectively around Emily. Tracy was right, but hearing those words sent a chill through her. When this was over they were going to wish Emily back to being an adult and though Samantha knew that Emily was supposed to be an adult the thought of losing the precious little baby at her breast was almost too much for her to think about.
"You're right," she said at last, not sure if she believed what she was saying. Her feelings towards Emily were so strong, so natural that it was impossible for her to believe that it was just the game. Yeah, it had changed their bodies, but was it really powerful enough to change their minds like that too? it had turned Tracy into a guy, but Tracy still acted the same, and even if Sandra had some animal parts she was the same too. True none of their cards had said anything about mental changes, but Samantha wanted to believe that if the cards she had drawn had done anything to her mind that she would know.
Next to her Tracy picked up the dice and stared at them, hesitating before rolling.
Sandra was staring down at her hooves, looking like she was trying not to cry.
Yes, the others might have had a point about the way she was acting, but she was already starting a plan. If she won she was going to have to be very careful about the way she worded her wish. Strange as the others might think it was, she didn't want to go back to having puny little b-cup breasts, nor did she want to lose her baby. If she won she was going to find a way to make it so that Emily really was hers. Looking down at Emily, Samantha was certain that Emily would want things that way too. She looked so content, just sucking away, warm and safe in her mother's arms.