Emily gets a short fuse

Emily glared at her friends as she threw the dice down, "This is all your fault!"

When the dice hit the box they bounced, one of them bouncing right out of the box and rolling away. The die that remained in the box had landed on a one and Emily looked about ready to cry.

"We’re never gonna finish! Sandra’s a fucking dog, Tracy’s a man, and the worst you’ve gotten is bigger tits! This is bullshit!" Emily’s yelling stirred Sandra and the wolf lifted her head.

"Please, try to stay calm," Samantha begged while Tracy got up to look under the bed for the missing die.

"Fine, I'm calm," Emily snapped, "While you guys find the dice I'll take my card and become a freak. I can move my piece once I know how I rolled. it's not like the card and what you roll are connected anyway."

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," Samantha started in, but Emily silenced her with a glare.

Trying to reassure herself that it was just a stupid game, Emily took the card. Samantha was probably right, but at this point Emily was acting out of spite. Her friends were all idiots for getting her dragged into this and forcing her to go along with it. They should have quit after her first roll, but no, they wanted to keep going so she would keep getting cards and become a freak like all of them.

The card she held in her hand was probably some freaky disgusting change, like maybe she'd turn into a lizard or some sort of bug. Yes, that was probably it, but she wasn't going to give any of her so called friends the satisfaction of playing along with it. Instead she tore the card in half and threw it to the floor.

"Stupid game, that's what I think of it," then she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, "When Tracy finds the other dice one of you can move my piece for me. I'm done."

Samantha stood up as well, "Emily, please - "

"What," Emily stomped her foot down, narrowly missing the game board, "I took my turn and picked my stupid card. I didn't break the rules. The game never..."

She trailed off, staring up at Samantha. The blonde-haired girl seemed taller suddenly. Maybe it was just her big boobs making her look like a milf, but at the same time Emily couldn't shake the feeling that something was even more wrong than it had been before. Next to her Tracy let out a soft gasp.

"What?" Emily turned to give her a dirty look and nearly fell over in the process when her pants fell down, "How the..."

She looked down at herself and saw that her shirt was hanging off of her like a blanket and realized that Samantha, who was still sitting down was at eye level with her.

"Nooo!" Emily sobbed as Tracy reached for the torn halves of the card.

"You did this to yourself," he said flatly, then read the card for all of them to hear, "The game’s not cruel it means no harm / Your wounded feelings are cause for alarm / Let’s calm you down, take a moment and breathe / Growing small with quiet ease."

"No, no, no," Emily whimpered, "I'll keep playing, I don't want to be smaller!"

But it was too late and she knew it. She could feel herself continuing to shrink down, her shirt engulfing her like a massive blanket and her pants falling down past her ankles along with her panties, she stumbled forward and stepped effortlessly out of her shoes.

“Help me! Please help me!” Emily shrieked before tripping over her large socks, falling on her face as her shirt and bra ballooned around her, trapping her inside them. She sat up, looking around to find herself sitting in the oversized cup of her bra, she was no taller than a finger.

“Hello? Sammy?” She called

Samantha said something, but Emily couldn't hear inside the shirt. A large hand came into the shirt, feeling around for Emily, who had to dodge back and forth to avoid getting squashed. “Watch it!” The large hand closed around Emily and pulled her out.

Everyone was laughing at the tiny girl, who fit perfectly in Samantha’s palm, and was buck-ass nude.

“Shut up!” She yelled defiantly, trying to make her tiny voice carry.

“Oh my gosh you look like a fucking polly pocket.” Tracy’s laugh was deep and hearty as a guy, but that didn’t make it any less humiliating for Emily.

“This is complete bullshit. What just because I didn’t want to play?” She huffs, folding her legs and crossing her arms over her bare chest.

“Alright, my turn, right?” Samantha asked, setting Emily on top of her boobs as she grabbed the dice.

“What?! We’re just gonna leave- me- mmm” She trailed off her sentence, cut off as she fell into Samantha’s cleavage.