Tracy shifted his pants again, still unused to making accommodations when sitting. Casting another uneasy
glance at Samantha and baby Emily, he gently shook the dice and released them onto the board, turning up a 3
and a 4.
“Ok, seven,” Tracy read, moving his piece forward. Drawing a card, he held it face-down for a few seconds,
taking a deep breath to prepare. Flipping the card, he slowly read: “You shan’t worry about your friends -
they’re content with how they feel - Just keep up your resolve - This reality’s certainly surreal!”
“’Surreal?!’ No WAAAAY!” Sandra exclaimed, waving her hoof-hands in the air sarcastically.
Tracy looked up from the card at Sandra’s outburst, staring for a second.
“Tracy?” Sandra’s ears lay back upon her head. Something was wrong with Tracy, besides the obvious she-was-a-
girl-and-now-she’s-a-guy-because-of-this-crazy-game way. She started to reach for Tracy’s card to re-read it
when suddenly he broke into a silly grin and started giggling. Sandra didn’t like the way he was laughing,
looking at her and chuckling until his eyes closed only to break into renewed guffaws when he opened his eyes
and saw her again.
Samantha was also giving Tracy a funny look, but she was mostly concentrating on Emily, cuddling and cooing to
her underneath her breath.
Reaching once more towards her near-hysterical friend, Sandra suddenly stopped when she realized she wouldn't
be able to grasp the card with her stupid hooves anyway. Tracy, tears leaking out of her eyes, reached out a
hand to meet Sandra's outstretched hoof, immediately sobering when his fingers met her fur.
"Wow," Tracy drawled, eyes widening. "Your fur is like, sooo soft Sandra!" he began stroking her arm, petting
the reddish horse-hide and making her even more uncomfortable. "It's like you're arms are the softest stuffed
horse EVER" he added, dazedly.
Feeling a sudden tingling in her forearms, Sandra retracted her hooves, causing Tracy's attention to shift to
his hands, his fingers stretching wide as he gazed in wonder at them. "And my hands! They're so, ... big!
Like, at least three times bigger than my normal hands! I didn't know guys had such HUGE hands!"
Sandra let out a howl as she flailed her hooves, suddenly no longer able to bend them below the elbow. And
they'd become extremely light, as if filled with cotton. She pressed them to her face and immediately
realized the hard hooves were now plush, just like you'd find on a stuffed pony!
As she lifted her gaze in horror, it was snagged by Tracy's now enormous hands waving around in front of his
face. They'd suddenly grown, literally tripling in size until they were as large as the posters adorning
Samantha's dorm walls!
As Tracy flexed his foot-long fingers, Sandra could see his attention wavering, his eyes roaming the room
until they landed on Samantha and Emily, disturbingly still nursing as if it were the most natural thing in
the world.
"Whoa. Sam." Tracy let out a burst of laughter, his eyes focused on Samantha's exposed chest as if he was
seeing it for the first time that moment. "Your boobs are totally huge. I mean, those are the biggest
balloons I have EVER seen!"
Suddenly Emily let out a cry, detaching from Sam's elongated nipple. Samantha let out a gasp as her breasts
began to float up, no longer heavily lying against her chest. As they all watched, her pink skin took on a
rubbery gleam, tightening and lifting until her nipples pointed upwards and outwards, obscuring her neck and
the lower part of her face.
"OHMYGOD!" Samantha shouted, the sound echoing oddly through her now helium-filled boobs. "Somebody shut him
up! Whatever he's saying is happening!"
Sandra dove across the table, stuffing a soft hoof in Tracy's mouth. He didn't seem to mind much, just
leaning back in his chair as his eyes continued to take in the room.
"Hand me the dice, Samantha, quickly! Hopefully my turn will snap him out of it!"