"Look at that, another six! You certainly are moving tonight. Now then, that puts you on body modification! Would you look at that, it's just like your last turn, Player Quinn!"
"Gah, again?" she whined.
"Yes, again. And since you rolled the same and landed on the same space, why not experience the same change again? It's only fitting after all."
Quinn channeled her inner sailor, letting off a slew of swears underneath her breath. Her breasts and nipples were already swollen and sore from the first lactation change. And now she was going to generate even more milk? What a pain.
That's what she had assumed, in any case. The game had mentioned doing the same change, leading her to believe that it was solely lactation. However, as the seconds dragged on and no additional pressure grew in her breasts, Quinn began to question her belief. A quick grope and massage of her bust revealed nothing of note. In fact, the only thing out of the ordinary that she felt was a slight tingling in her upper abdomen. Before the realization could dawn on her, Cosima grabbed her attention.
"Holy crap!" she yelled. "Look at your midsection, Quinn! You're growing new tits!"
Quinn leaned forward, her natural view blocked by her breasts. The young girl stifled a scream; it was just as Cosima had said. Right beneath her breasts, a new pair had started to grow. At that moment they were still only a B-cup or so, but they were steadily inflating like a balloon being filled with helium. It was a sight to see, the flesh expanding so easily, rapidly shooting up to a modest C-up. The nipples grew in tandem, swelling to a size nearly the same as the ones up top. Quinn, who had been leaning against the table instead of sitting in her seat, nearly buckled over as the fleshy orbs rocketed past both D and E cups before finally resting at the concurrent size of F.
It took a moment, but the belabored girl was able to regain her balance against the fleshy ballasts that now adorned her abdomen. Finding it extremely difficult to stand, she hobbled back to her old seat. She fell into it with a relieved sigh. Sadly, it was temporary relief. Her second set, much like her first, began filling with milk. The painful sensation of overfilling soon found itself a home in her new pair, bringing her more suffering as little droplets of her milk began to trickle from her bloated nipple.
"Gosh, th-this is soooo awful. I feel comp-pletely bloated!"
"Considering you're carrying enough milk to fill a gallon container, I'm not surprised. Now then, since you're done with your turn, it's time to bring Player Rachel back to the real world."
"W-wait!" she objected. "Can't you please leave her? If you turn her back she's gonna be pissed!"
"Sorry, but I can't do that. If it's any consolation, sometimes when people are damaged them come back a little different. Perhaps she'll be nicer."
With that, the black satin bra, ripped in half and dripping wet with both semen and milk rose from the floor, hovering a few feet in the air. It began to glow a bright violet. The bra's shape gradually melted away, leaving only a black outline. The outline subtle began to shift and stretch. Before long, it had adopted a human, female form identical to Rachel's. Gradually, color returned, and before the group stood a fully clothed Rachel. As her eyes shot open, her face adopted a look of pure...