Rachel's cheeks flushed red with color. She had come to terms with what she wanted, though it embarrassed her all the same. Out of the choices presented, she figured that becoming a bra was the best option. She was unlikely to be used in that form, assuming that her sisters were either unwilling or unable to slip her on.
"Alright, game, I've decided. Turn me into a bra."
"Aw, come on!" Quinn whined. "Why not the pump? My tits feel like they're gonna pop!"
"I'm not becoming your pump, Quinn. I'm not gonna spend the next round sucking your tits, you lesbo."
"Indeed, Player Rachel has a point," the game noted, "She would experience everything that happened to her, so she'd have the pleasure of sucking down your milk."
Quinn sunk back into her chair, defeated. Without a breast pump to assist her ailing bosom, she slipped her hands beneath her strained shirt and initiated a soft massage, groping the bulging flesh. It was a small relief and did little to alleviate her annoyance towards Rachel.
"Okay then, Player Rachel, you shall become a bra. Try and enjoy it!"
The game didn't even allow her an opportunity to respond. The second the sentence had finished, a bolt of blue light flew out from the center of the board. It connected with Rachel in a flash, bringing about her transformation in a instant. Her own clothing disappeared, erased into a puff of smoke. Not that anyone could have seen her indecency; a split second was all it took for her material body to be converted into satin. It was an interesting sight for the rest of the group. Before them, in Rachel's seat, sat a human shaped satin hunk. Yet that too did not last for long, as the next stage began. It rapidly dissolved within itself, leaving on a fraction of the material it had started with. Finally, that left-over material itself shifted, coming to rest in the form of a C-cup bra.
"Umm...so it's done?" Alexis asked.
"Yes, Player Alexis, it is complete. She is now a fully functional human bra. Feel free to use her, if you wish."
"Don't mind if I do!" Quinn yelled.
The group's attention turned toward the bubbly young girl. Quinn had, during the distraction of Rachel's transformation, positioned herself right beside her older sister. The group could do nothing as she pulled the bra from the wooden seat, grasping it tightly. Turning her back towards the group, the busty girl nimbly slipped the soaked tank-top off her curvy form, throwing it down beside her. It was clear to everyone what she planned to do.
"Quinn, come on, don't do this," Ryan pleaded.
"Sorry Ryan, but the game said we could use her, and I'm about to teach her a lesson for being so selfish!"
Ryan moved to stop his half-nude sister, but the game intervened.
"Stop there, Player Ryan. She has the right to do with the bra what she chooses. If you interfere, you will be punished greatly."
Ryan gritted his teeth, angered that the game had such power over him. Quinn, on the other hand, squealed with delight. With no more opposition, she squeezed her giant, leaking melons into the small C-cups. It was an impossibly tight fit, but with a bit of effort (and lubrication, thanks to the milk), the back clasp locked with a dangerous snap. Her decency maintained, she finally flipped around, giving the rest of the group a direct look. It was amazing; the black cups dug deeply into her flesh, causing the excess fat to overflow, even worse than her tank-top had. It looked painful for Quinn, though they could only imagine how Rachel felt. With a pressure that massive, it was only a matter of time before the undergarment snapped into pieces.
Satisfied, Quinn dropped into Rachel's now vacant seat, her breasts jiggling all the while. The rest of the group looked on, conflicted. Not that there was anything they could do.
"Seems like that didn't turn out how Player Rachel imagined, hmm? Keep that it mind when you take your turn, Cosima."
Cosima, like the two girls before her, picked up a blue token and placed it on the starting square. Die in hand, she cast it, rolling a five.
"Good job, Player Cosima. With that five, you get placed on..."