Erin's had enough

Erin shook her head.

"No!"

"Erin—" started Jen, but Drew interrupted her.

"What's the matter, honey-bunny?"

"Something's going on that you two aren't telling me! I think we should stop playing."

Drew had been the one most **** to play, but now that he was playing, he didn't want to stop. Particularly, he wanted his daughter to roll the dice.

"Your mother and I aren't hiding anything, I promise"

This was more of a half-truth. They knew more than they were letting on, but what could they say for sure? The game's "sus?" "Giving ick?" "Bad vibes?" Or whatever else Erin liked to spout out during high school? Jen shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Drew, maybe we should stop early, the kids don't look like they're having fun..."

Drew picked up the dice, ignoring his wife. He held them out across the table.

"Come on, babygirl, do it for your daddy."

Erin looked like she wanted to throw up.

"No!"

She stood up and turned towards the door.

"I'm going to bed. If you call me any weird names tomorrow, I'm renting a hotel room. Good night!"

She started towards the stairs, but she barely made two-and-a-half steps when she tripped and fell forward.

"AHHH!"

Jen leapt from her seat with surprising quickness for her added bulk.

"Sweetie, are you alright?!"

Erin reached out clumsily, and found her mother's embrace. Jen then shakily helped her back onto her feet. Everything seemed fine, but when she tried to let go, Erin leaned against her.

"Erin?"

"Mom... don't let go..."

"What's the matter?"

"I... I can't stand up..."

"What do you mean?"

Drew suddenly noticed that the deck's top card had been upset. He picked it up and silently read it.

Crybaby, Crybaby, it's not your call to quit / Think you've had it? You're about to have it / Stay at the start, go ahead and whine / Be the brat that you are. At your age, it's fine.

"EEK!"

Erin's legs lifted into the air seemingly on their own. As Jen held onto her arms, her feet bobbed up and down over the table. Drew got a perfect view as Erin's socks slipped off her feet and flew into the air, revealing her soft, unblemished feet. The socks seemed to unravel and burn up in mid-air, leaving nothing. Drew's first instinct was to reach out and touch, but he thought better of it. However, so close to his daughters, long, luscious legs, he couldn't resist slipping a hand under the table and petting the erection in his pants.

If this seemed like a fairly innocuous development, Drew didn't need to wait long for things to get spicier. Erin's pants immediately began to slip off her torso, revealing her milky white panties as tears began to well in Erin's eyes.

"NGHNNNN... NOOOOO..."

She reached to pull up her pants, only to slip out of Jen's arms onto the floor. Drew leaned sharply out of his chair, craning his neck to see what happened next. He got quite the show as Erin's pants wriggled themselves off of her legs. Erin rolled onto her back, looking awkward and unbalanced as she kicked her feet to try and right herself. Then, all of a sudden...

*BWOOMF!*

"Meep!"

Erin's panties puffed up, instantly transforming into a big, fluffy diaper. Erin's face immediately flushed hot red. As she struggled to sit up, the hem of her shirt slipped off her navel as her shirt shrank and slowly changed from a neutral gray into a hot pink. The undersized top further emphasized her massive jugs.

"Erin!" cried Jen, stepping forward, "I'm sorry, we should have never played this game..."

"Jen, down in front!"

Jen turned around and saw Drew trying to look around her with his lower body and one hand hidden behind the table. Jen complied, but stared fearfully at her husband as he ogled his helpless daughter. She was almost certain now that something strange had happened to Drew like it had the rest of them.

Drew knew this was wrong, but even as his higher functions protested, his body screamed for gratification. As Erin's long hair cut and tied itself into baby-length pigtails, his sight was laser focused on her tits, which continued to jiggle as she writhed at the **** makeover.

"Mom... Dad... help..."

Erin rocked back and forth, then finally managed to sit up, her pink shirt now sporting a stitched teddy bear.

"I... can't... MMPH!"

Out of nowhere, something that looked like a tiny airplane zoomed into Erin's mouth and stuck fast with a loud "POP!"

"MMHMMDMMHMM!"

The pacifier completed the ridiculous getup. Though her mind and especially her slender, curvy body were unchanged, Erin looked very much like a big baby, and her sudden strange inability to use her long limbs and fingers as intended did nothing to dispel that appearance.

Erin fidgeted and waggled her arms. One would think being safe and at home would make things not as bad, but Erin couldn't help but think that she'd rather be stuck like this in front of a crowd of strangers. She finally managed to rid herself of one shackle, by messily spitting out her pacifier.

"I can't stand up... what's wrong with—"

*POP*

The pacifier shot back into her mouth, silencing her.

"Oh, bab— Erin..."

Jen felt awkward, not wanting to contribute to Erin's humiliation in any way, but desperately needing to help her in some way. Drew, however, immediately knelt down.

"Babygirl... babygirl..."

He slipped his arms under hers, lifting her up.

"MMH!"

Erin seemed uncomfortable with the manhandling, but she didn't or maybe couldn't struggle very strongly. The balls of her feet slid over the floor as Drew dragged her to his chair.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. Just sit on daddy's lap..."

He spread his legs a little bit, not wanting Erin to notice his erection by sitting up against it, yet he couldn't fully make room, and his legs warmed as her seat, his little tent brushing against the wrinkles of the diaper. Erin didn't struggle. This was beyond fucked up, but she feared if she acted out again, something even worse would happen.

Leo suddenly came out of the bathroom, girly and small as he'd been last.

"Leo, come and sit next to your old man!"

As calm and almost jovial as Drew was outwardly, he was melting on the inside, wondering if something would break, someone would read his disgusting thoughts. Jen was already giving him looks. All he could do was tell himself, 'it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault...' all the while indulging these little urges of his more and more. He caressed Erin's waist and felt her shiver in his arms.

"Okay, Jen," he said. "Your turn."

Rather than pay attention with the intensity he had for Erin, he looked away from his wife and continued to examine his daughter.

Jen looked a little pale as she picked up the dice. She wanted to stop playing right that instant, but the consequences having been made clear, she seemed to have **** but to continue. Besides, the game had an end, and... it seemed to mention something about granting a wish?

Jen took a frustrated, shuddering breath, then tossed the dice onto the board.