Behind the Dresser

Emily frantically flitted around the room while Samantha pushed Sandra away from her, both women had grown strong after their respective turn effects, and once Samantha had recovered the initial shock and pleasurable servicing from Sandra, it was becoming a real push and pull between them, Sandra hungry for sex, and Samantha **** to help Tracy.

Finally as Emily flew low to the ground, she spotted the dice behind the dresser they’d been playing next to. She didn’t waste another second, zipping under the dresser and grabbing the first die, picking it up and flying back to the board. Exhausted, she flipped the die onto the board, not waiting to see what it rolled before dashing back under the dresser.

Tracy, gasping for breath and trying to crawl to the bathroom, heard the die land and turned to look, reading the number 5 and the die and growing hopeful, but her vision started to grow bleary, and again she started pushing herself toward the bathroom, slapping her finned tail against the floor to try and propel herself, to no avail.

Sandra hungrily pushed at Samantha, using her massive clawed hands to spread her rocky thighs apart. Samantha counted it a blessing her skin was still akin to stone, a trait which saved her from Sandra’s sharp nails. She kicked at Sandra’s furry head, forcing her away, trying to clamp her legs shut and cover her breasts with her free arm.

This was different from when Sandra had been a wolf, back then, they could see no trace of Sandra behind the dark eyes of the canine she had become, just a dull animal that seemed bored with them. To look at Sandra now, it terrified Samantha, there was recognition in Sandra’s eyes, a spark of intelligence that told Samantha that Sandra knew what she was doing, and was leaning into it, driven by an insatiable hunger to pleasure and be pleasured. It was like all of Sandra’s darkest personalities had been pushed to the front.

She looked desperately for where Emily was, spying the plump, dark-skinned fairy flying out from under the dresser, clutching the last die. “Emily! Hurry!” Samantha pleaded, kicking the snarling face of Sandra again.

Emily flew as fast as her wings could carry her, zipping to the edge of the board and hurling her die, crossing her fingers as she watched the wooden cube clatter across the board, narrowly clopping between the pieces and finally coming to a stop.

She couldn’t believe it. Her piece began to move and she checked the numbers again, doing the math in her head again, being absolutely sure what she was seeing.

Sandra slammed Samantha against the ground, pushing against her and pressing her own cunt against Samantha’s, hungrily gyrating as Samantha moaned in pain and ecstasy, pleading and pushing against Sandra’s advance.

Tracy reached up for the bathroom door handle, her vision going black as she felt her lungs giving their last puffs of oxygen, she felt her fingers going numb and couldn’t think straight.

Ten. Emily whooped triumphantly, it was real. Five and Five, she’d rolled a perfect Ten! She raced for the card deck as her piece stopped itself atop the end of the board, coming to rest at the large circle where all the paths met. A heavy thrum pulsed through the room and shook all the womens’ bones. Emily flipped the card and read as quick as she could.

“At long last The journey’s done / You played the best and finally won / Speak desire with words enchanted / Any wish will soon be granted.” Emily wrapped her arms around the card, choosing her words carefully but wasting as little time as possible, shouting her wish.

“I wish we would all be turned back to the bodies we had before we started playing!”

All at once the room filled with a stillness, a gentle breeze flowed from the game board as Tracy’s gasping stopped and Sandra slowly backed away from Samantha, pressing her hand to her temple in confusion.

“Sandra?” Samantha asked nervously.

“Sammy… I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me…” Sandra sounded like she was going to cry.

In unison, the women all felt the unwelcome yet familiar bubbling in their blood as a new turn effect began to enact, and then simultaneously they all began to transform.

Emily felt the breeze from the board become a rushing wind that flowed through her body, heat pulsing from her skin as rapidly she started losing weight, her plump body rolls and heavy ass cheeks shedding fat like an ozempic fever dream. Her wings stopped fluttering and she staggered as she landed on the ground, pressing her hands against the ground as she felt her wings pushing back under her skin, the bones that had made them up rejoining with her human skeleton.

She groaned as her body started to grow, skin stretching and bones elongating as she got bigger and bigger, pushing the board aside as she groaned and writhed, her proportions rapidly upscaling as she returned to her normal size. Her legs stretched as her torso expended, her arms thrusting out and stretching. The bright pink colors in her hair faded and the familiar black color spread through her curls like dye.

Her chest heaved and started to grow, as all along her body she started maturing, curves she had worked hard to tone were returning as she felt her joint pains return. Emily sighed, her usual height, no wings, skinny, and finally, she was twenty-seven again.

Sandra clutched her head as the heavy wind pushed through her, rapidly overtaking her beastly form and changing her. She shook her body as her fur shed from her skin, revealing her inhumanly toned muscles, which quickly began to lose their mass. Her udder-like breasts started shrinking, losing their fat and pulling back into her chest, until again she was the smallest of the group.

Sandra yelped as her wings started pulling back under her back, rejoining with her skeleton like they’d never existed at all. She let out a silent scream as she stretched her jaw, feeling her canine-like maw flatten against the rest of her face, her teeth dulling and setting back to their proper places. She clenched her fists as her fingers shrunk back and her claws fell away, leaving her nails back to the way she liked them.

She writhed and twisted as her legs started to change, moaning as her pussy tucked back into itself, de-swelling as her insatiable lust left her like a bad memory. Her ankles cracked as her feet shrank and returned to their proper place. She huffed and panted as her tail shrunk back into her ass, disappearing like it had never been there at all, and Sandra collapsed in exhaustion.

Samantha was still catching her breath after Sandra’s **** when the heavy wind thrust through her, her stone-like skin started to crack and shed in large flakes, revealing her peachy skin beneath, tinted red like she’d shed a sunburn. She also cried out in discomfort as her own wings curled up and pushed back into her skin, she clutched the carpet with claws that were rapidly disappearing. She stretched her mouth as her sharp, gargoyle teeth dulled and became her old human teeth. Finally she sighed in pleasure as her breasts shrunk, lifting a weight off her back as she returned to her normal cup.

The claws on Samantha’s feet dulled and shrunk away, and her hair returned to its brilliant platinum. Samantha leaned back against the base of her couch, sighing as she felt the bubbling subside, at last back to normal.

Tracy inhaled as heavily as she could as the heavy wind pushed through her, filling her lungs with air again and closing her gills. Her vision came back and she gasped, letting herself rest against the floor. She closed her eyes and grimaced as her scales shed away, revealing her skin underneath, her tail lost all its scales and began to pull. She stretched her trunk and her legs began to pull apart, her long fin reducing in size and becoming a separated pair of feet, the webbing quickly vanishing.

She flicked her arms as the fins that adorned them vanished as well, and stretched her mouth as her own sharp teeth dulled. Her eyes began to throb and she rapidly blinked out the pain until they became normal human pupils again.

The four women all took a moment to catch their breath slowly and relax, then they all began to laugh. None of them really knew why, by all means the four wanted to cry instead, scream maybe, but all they could muster was laughter. Rolling over and looking at each other in their mismatched states of nakedness. Perhaps it was joy that caused the laughter, perhaps relief, or maybe just the silliness they all felt.

They all crawled close and joined their arms in a hug, rejoicing the end of the game, the end of the horror. Their breasts grazed each other and their warmth spread from one to the other. Everyone playfully kissed Sandra, turning her face redder than her hair, and they all pressed their heads together, relieved and at ease.

They all let go and sat back on their arms, looking down at the game. Shaking their heads.

“So, what do we do with it?” Samantha asked the question everyone was thinking, and brought a quiet pause to the celebratory attitude