Her attempt to dash up the vertical surface failed spectacularly and she nearly face planting into the floor. Feeling a little embarrassed, she pushed herself upright and made her way back to the others to see what Frank had rolled.
[Take one token from each female player]
They watched as Frank’s score jumped to four. He was now tied with Beth, who had given up a token. Abby and Jeff were still in the lead, each reduced to five. Tess’s score didn’t change.
“Why did it take one from me?” Jeff complained.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Tess replied, pinching the limp cock that hung between her legs.
“Just cause I’ve got your pussy doesn’t make me a girl!” Jeff smirked.
“According to the game, it does.” Tess taunted.
“Whatever...” Jeff grimaced. “Beth, Abby... Hurry up and take your turns so I can roll my dick back!”
“Good luck with that...” Beth rolled her eyes as she tapped the screen.
As her words faded into view, she felt some new eggs making their way down. The others were confused as she slid off of the couch and squatted. They had guessed that it was part of her transformation but the words hadn’t come into view just yet. They soon realized that there was nothing to worry about as an egg dropped to the floor. It was strange but, by now, the group was becoming accustomed to her occasional egg drops. Before another egg could slide free, she glanced up to see what the game had chosen to do.
[Grow a vagina in your cleavage]
“Oh ...nngg. Come on...” She complained as the pressure of her eggs mixed with a tingling feeling between her overly sensitive breasts.
With three breasts, she had two cleavage lines to fill, and the game seemed happy to take full advantage of it. She felt something similar to when the pussy opened between her shoulders, except this time the damp cracks were opening in the cramped space on either side of her face breast. She thought she knew what to expect until something began to push into the left-most cleavage. An egg slipped out, but held firm in the gap, at least until a second egg pushed it further. She let out a groan as another egg dropped from the vagina between her legs, finally easing the pressure in her groin. She wished that was the end of it, but felt one more egg pushing it’s way out of the new vagina in her right cleavage.
It slipped free of her labia, but remained trapped between her breasts. She lifted herself back onto the couch, then began to toss the eggs into the trash bag. Which was beginning to feel heavy. She picked the last egg from her cleavage and deposited it into the bag before realizing that everyone was staring.
“Why don’t you take a picture.” She complained, mentally oblivious to how unusual her behavior had been...