Rachel stared down at the game with a thoughtful expression. Simply, they were running out of squares. The board had a similar layout to Monopoly which meant while they could keep looping their figurines around there was no “end” tile to land on. The lack of rules and information about the game was somewhat driving her crazy. Though perhaps not as much as her udder that she had tried to conceal with a housecoat. It was working quite well but the texture against her made her squirm.

 

She had to shower after Tina had uh.., miked her. She was fairly sure her moaning had echoed through the house enough that everyone had known what they had done.

 

Tina on the other hand felt utterly satisfied as she lapped at her tea. While she held it to her mouth she passively drank like a dog. If anyone had made her aware of what she was doing she would have been horrified but full on Rachel’s milk she was somewhat drowsy and out of it.

 

Brice climbed back into his chair, his legs now so short his feet dangled in the air. He was in the worst mood of everyone. Not remotely happy to be in the body of an attractive girl.

 

Alex was in a decent mood. Beyond losing the mobility of four fingers nothing much has changed for them. As long as Duncan didn’t say… those words. They shivered at the memory. As much as they were tempted to ask Duncan to put them back into that space that was purely their libido talking.

 

While Kayla had changed majorly she looked the most normal out of all of them. No animal features, no football clothes far too big, no inanimate parts of her body. Despite the change in age, no one would look at her twice. While she missed her youth dearly it could have been far worse.

 

People would have looked twice at Duncan. With his hoodie sleeves rolled up the line where his paler skin melted into Ms. Smith’s richer tone was plain as day. He was weirdly excited by all this even though he knew he shouldn’t be. He had always been somewhat kinky but despite this logically being way out of his comfort zone it was unfortunately… really hot. His cock was still rock hard, Alex had obliviously stopped him from being able to sneak away to relieve himself.

 

“Hurry up and start already,” Brice grumbled.

 

Brice’s attitude didn't phase Tina as she rolled the dice. She skipped her figuring alone and drew a boon. Her warm satisfaction shattered when she read it. “F-Fuzzy Fur,” she swallowed, and five points were added to her token.

 

She lurched, a strange warbling howl escaping her lips as fur sprouted over her body. The golden fur matched her hair. She scratched at her arms as fur sprouted and grew along them. It didn’t stop there. She shivered as she felt the rest of the changes, fur sprouting under her. Her chest, her thighs, her legs. 

 

Her face was the last to be affected. Pressure began to build in her skull and clutched at her head falling forward. It wasn’t painful but it wasn’t pleasant. It built and built and built before finally, it was released. Her face stretched forward into a snout. She gasped for breath, trying to recover when the changes finally stopped.

 

She knew what she was going to see in her reflection but she still wanted to scream. She looked like a dog but mixed with a person. An anthropomorphic golden retriever wearing her clothes. She looked down at her hands, thankfully not paws. That would have been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

 

The other’s reactions were far tamer than Tina felt was acceptable. But after four rounds of this game, everyone knew what it was capable of. Except for Kayla.

 

“Oh my gosh,” she cooed, covering her mouth. “You’re just adorable.”

 

Tina growled, literally before she stopped herself. “Go Brice,” she shuddered, the changes were getting to her more than just physically. That scared her more than anything.

 

Brice who now was glaring at everyone and everything angrily rolled the dice. 

 

Duncan clenched his jaw. Brice was just such a brat. They were all dealing with this shit and yeah Brice had pulled a shorter straw but none of them were throwing a tantrum. Someone needed to knock some sense into Brice, he was just making this worse for everyone.

 

Brice counted out the squares and froze as his miniature landed on draw a fantasy. “No! Absolutely not,” he squeaked. The room was already materializing around him, an entire closet full of pink and frilly clothes. There was no way in hell he was doing what the game wanted him to. Abso-fucking-lutly not.

 

Just as quickly the scene adjusted and changed. Something whipped against his ass making him squeal in pain but it came out more as a moan. 

 

A rough hand pulled him by his hair, “you miserable slut, can you do nothing right?” Duncan hissed against him. Duncan was wearing a suit skirt, something that didn't remotely fit him but Brice wasn’t really in a position to make fun.

 

Duncan brought the ruler down on Brice’s ass again with a crack, and Brice cried out. His eyes stung with tears, his hair hurt from Dunca’s grip, and pain and pleasure mixed confusingly inside him. He only half noticed the slutty schoolgirl uniform he was wearing.

 

The only reason why he even registered his clothing was because his cock was painfully straining against his silky panties and the desk he was bent over.

 

“Ahhhh,” Brice moaned as Duncan spanked him again. His hips bucking against the desk, why was he so close to cumming? This was utterly humiliating.

 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Duncan scoffed in his ear. “A desperate dirty slut like you humping the desk. You would just love to cum your silly little brains out wouldn't you?”

 

Brice didn't even know how to reply to that. He was tipping into orgasm pinned underneath Duncan. Words were far beyond him. This was exactly like something out of a bad porno he would watch, “naughty student gets spanked by hot teacher”. Duncan spanked him again.

 

“Oh fuck, mistriss,” he cried, cum spurting from his cock. Be blinked, looking around at everyone else at the table. His clothes were stained with a damp spot and he was flushed, breathing hard.

 

“No one says a fucking word,” he gasped.

 

Duncan was leaning back in his chair with a pleased smirk on his face. His expression held a certain hunger to it that made Brice shiver. Duncan gained four points from punishing him, he gained zero.

 

Kayla was blushing, and Alex was rubbing their temples. Tina and Rachel seemed to be most affected by the most erotic fantasy yet. Kayla was bright red and awkwardly squirming in her chain while Tina was literally drooling, her tongue dangling out of the side of her mouth.

 

Brice leaned back in his chair, at least his turn was done. His ass still stung and he really needed to go get cleaned up. He really should have just accepted the first fantasy.

 

Rachel was really struggling. That display had practically driven her into a frenzy but she had too much self-respect to flee for privacy and somewhere to take care of things. Maybe after this round, Tina could… milk her again. She doubted Tina would protest.

 

But first, it was her turn. Thankfully she rolled higher than Brice and avoided landing on a fantasy. While she didn’t want more changes she was scared to find out what kinky fantasy she would find herself in. Though it would probably not involve getting milked, actually on second thought she was someone disappointed she hadn’t landed on fantasy. Instead, she had to draw a boon.

 

“Bimbo’s Blessing,” she read with a wince. There was the thing she had been worried about. She could feel the fog press against her brain, smoothing all the uh… thinking.

 

The only thing stopping her panic was the knowledge her intelligence would be returned if… what was it she had to do? Her nipples were so stiff, would anyone really mind if she milked herself? Brice looked like he had so much fun in that fantasy, she was jealous. Wait… right, she had to complete the thing they were doing.

 

Thinking was hard, like she was sleepy but not. She could do it but it made her head hurt. Whenever she reached for a thought it simply slid from her grasp and drifted away. She was dumb, a stupid horny cow. Her pussy pulsed at the thought. She knew what the fantasy would have been, her getting sucked, fucked and milked over and over and over. Her hips bucked against the air desperately. She was getting carried away.

 

She snuck a hand under her robe to play with a nipple absently noting she had gotten five of the token things. Who was even winning? She couldn’t be bothered to check. 

 

She felt good, why focus on anything else?

 

If Tina had issues before with smell it was so much worse now. She could smell the lust and hormones rolling off everyone and she was becoming increasingly heated. Rachel, apparently oblivious, was just further ruling her up. She was fumbling with her udder under the table but her breasts were clearly leaking, her robe standing with milk. Tina whimpered. There was Brice and his cum stained pants, cum wasn't supposed to smell good. It wasn’t supposed to make her want to bury herself in the scent.

 

She was busy trying to come up with a way to get at least a little taste. Her mouth was so empty, her tongue dangling from her mouth. Everything would be so much better if she had something to suck on. Distantly she knew she was a dog desperate for a bone, she was just desperate for a different kind.

 

“Tina,” Kayla called.

 

Tina’s head snapped in her direction with a happy smile. Kayla was talking to her. Of course, she was. She was a person. Kayla was her friend. Snap out of it you idiot. But it was hard because Kayla had tits she could be sucking on too.

 

“Tina, focus on the game,” Kayla smiled.

 

Her lust seemed to settle a little and she turned her attention back to the game at foot. How had this been so hard moments ago?

 

“Good girl,” Kayla cooed.

 

Tina clawed at the desk as an orgasm rolled through her. Her thighs quivered. She was a good girl, she had done what she was told and been a good girl. Good girls got to feel good. After she recovered she was satisfied enough to actually focus. Her own jeans were now damp and she could smell herself. She shivered.

 

“This is getting out of control,” Alex muttered after watching one person have a spontaneous orgasm while another unsubtly masturbated at the table.

 

They weren’t judging, simply stating a fact. They, more than anyone, knew how overwhelming this game could be. Worse was the itch building, being blank had been literal heaven, a utopia in their own little mind. Being back in their body felt almost uncomfortable, they needed another taste.

 

They rolled and drew a boon. Silently praying to just have the rest of their hand turn into plastic. How much worse could it truly get?

 

“The Right Tool for the Job,” they read as they gained four points.

 

Their entire groin suddenly tingled and they jolted in surprise. They shakily stood from the table and hurried out of the room. They needed to see what was going on.

 

In the kitchen, they pulled down their pants. They were entirely smooth, their pubic hair gone. Their skin was purple latex except for a strange pink box where their genitals should be. They didn’t even have genitals anymore, Alex couldn’t feel them. They were just plastic. They touched themselves, it was definitely them, and they could feel it. But it was so different that their thighs, no longer an erogenous zone.

 

The fact that they would never be able to feel sexual pleasure somehow only made them more aroused. Yet they had no way to alleviate it. They were just plastic, smooth rubbery latex. A toy, a drone made to pleasure others. Alex shuddered.

 

It had clicked, they knew it was happening and part of them couldn’t help but want more.

 

“Are they ok?” Kayla asked when Alex still hadn't returned.

 

Duncan shrugged, “Maybe they need some uh… privacy.”

 

“Oh good point, hun, this game is really getting to y’all,” she nodded. She wasn’t going to admit she was getting horny, she was fine with others but she was keeping things to herself. It just wasn’t proper. Still, she could feel the slickness on her thighs no matter how improper it was.

 

She rolled the dice. Doubles. She rolled again. Doubles. “Oh dear,” she muttered and rolled for the last time. She moved her miniature forward and quickly realized a dilemma, the board wasn’t big enough. She assumed she would have to loop around but as she went to place the piece back on the starting square something very strange happened. A new square appeared out of thin air, floating suspended in this air. Like a stair step, the board game began to rise into 3D. More and more squares piling up creating a spiral up to the ceiling. “Oh my goodness,” she muttered as she viewed this impossibility. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, some kind of hologram.

 

Still, the shock didn’t last long and she quickly drew a boon. “Exciting Expectations,” she read as four points were added to her total.

 

Suddenly her already chubby stomach swelled outward and it didn’t stop. Not until she had an obvious baby bump. She was… oh dear. She was pregnant. Her breasts also followed suit, growing in size a little with an ache. Totally stunned she ran a hand over her stomach, she could feel the weight. Life grew inside her. “I’m pregnant,” she laughed with disbelief, but she didn’t find it amusing.

 

She slid the dice to Duncan. She had no idea where to even begin to process this. It wasn’t exciting, well it was but… this was going to take getting used to. Sure she had always wanted a family but like… when she was older. Though she was older now. Who even was the father?

 

Duncan chewed on his cheek as he observed the other players. Weirdly Brice was the only one not miles away mentally. Though Bruce was refusing to remotely look in the direction of Duncan. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. The fantasy had somewhat thrown him, yes he had been somewhat kinky but he had never been dominant like that. He had never enjoyed inflicting pain even in a consensual sexual way. But there had been something about spanking Brice with that ruler that had sent a buzz of power through him. Not once had he even imagined Ms. Smith bending him over a desk, he had been far too caught up in the delight of punishing his bad student.

 

He rolled the dice and drew his hand. “Identity Adjustment,” he read before he sneezed. Five points were added to Ms. Smith’s total as he tried to fix her hair. He frowned… she frowned. Why did she think of herself as he? More importantly… why did she have a cock?

 

Except she always had a cock… that was normal? No, it wasn't. Neither was her flat boyish chest. At least her arms and legs were normal. She looked in the mirror and smirked at her reflection. At least the game had left her with her face.

 

Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun, plump kissable lips, her dark eyes peering seductively at herself. Her clothes simply wouldn't do either. A man’s clothes, a boy's clothes. She shuddered in disgust. She already had a headache, trying to piece herself together. She knew she had put the clothes on at some point, she just couldn't for the life of her understand why.

 

“Brice,” she barked, “I don't suppose you have any inclination in your stupid little brain why I’m dressed like this?” she demanded.

 

Brice flinched, Ms. Smith was pissed. “No, ma’am,” he mumbled.

 

“Where the hell are my glasses,” Ms. Smith growled and stood. If Brice didn’t make himself useful then she was going to do far more than spank him. She had a cock and even weirder she knew how to use it. She certainly would not be wasting this opportunity.