Chris and Amy were oblivious to everything around them, tongues and mouths intertwined as they furiously made
out. He didn't know it would feel so good to have his titties pleasured and fondled, even as he used one hand
to do the same to his slave. The other was fumbling out of his jeans, pushing them down around his feet as he
prepared to use her there and then.
But among the sexual haze, he became dimly aware of Jan's shouting. Oh yes. Roll.
"Amy, go sit down. We should take our rolls," he said, extricating himself from her tongue. "Then we can get
back to... more exciting games."
"Yes, Master," purred Amy, sitting back down in her seat, brazenly and proudly naked. Chris rolled the dice,
eyes never leaving his gorgeous slave. Six.
Chris picked up a yellow wild card.
"You've been fortunate here, let's help it along,
Just as we've given the gift of this song,
Gift your tits to another, just choose
And give that girl some epic boobs."
He stopped and stared. Wow. He didn't have to have these things... but someone else would have them? Amy was
perfect, she didn't need boobs. Jan was... wow, she was turning into some sort of bullman. But Alice... Alice
wouldn't mind, she was already halfway there.
"Alice can have them." He grinned as he felt his chest deflate and dwindle back to normal. Alice's eyes went
wide as her already-large tits began to expand. His sopping-wet bra expanded until the front snapped, the bra
dropping away as she leaned forward with a terrified "Moo!", resting her titanic breasts onto the table. Tears
streamed down her cheeks.
"Why would you do that to her!?" demanded Jan.
"Well, would you want them?" snapped back Chris. "Amy, your roll."
"Yes, Master," smiled Amy. She didn't care about her friend's suffering, or her other friend's anger. She only
enjoyed serving Master.