Amy tentatively rolled the dice, keenly aware both of the potentially awful consequences and of the fact her bra was SO UNCOMFORTABLE. A five and four, nine! Her piece slid forward around the board, landing on a green space. "Ok, a dare," said Chris. "That can't be too bad, right?"
"Jan just sucked my tits," complained Alice.
"No, no, he's right," said Amy. "It's not nearly as bad as making you spray milk, or giving you big man-tits."
She picked up a card, and read it aloud:
"The last card's effects, they still linger,
So will this one, pull your own finger,
As soon as you're done reading, this will start,
I dare you to force out a gigantic fart."
Alice and Chris briefly looked at each other in disgust. Then their faces changed, screwing up tightly and going red with effort.
Chris clenched the table, shirt falling completely open as his awesome rack wobbled out. "Nnnng," he grunted, managing to force one out first, a short, low parp of a fart. He stayed scarlet out of embarrassment, a bit of an odour leaking from around him.
Amy, however... she excelled herself. Soon after Chris was done, she burst. The sound from her butt was loud, and kept going... and going... and going. Halfway through she began a low moan of pain. The smell was horrific, forcing into every crevice and orifice. Jan and Alice gagged at the stench coming from their friends.
"Oh my god," reeled Jan. "How can someone so small make such a giant stink?"
"It's... it's disgusting," gasped Alice, struggling for air.
"Shut up!" snapped Amy. "The game made us do it. OK? It's not my fault."
Chris put a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, guys, come on, the game can't make us turn on each other. It's going to be embarrassing, but whoever wins is going to wish it all back to normal. OK?" He motioned to Alice. "Now get on with it, and roll."