Samantha's turn

Emily passed the dice to Sandra, who was sitting next to her, but Sandra practically threw them at Samantha.

Looking especially pale beneath her freckles Sandra tried to explain herself "You wanted to get the thing, you go next."

Samantha was willing to agree, "I guess so, and the faster we finish this the faster one of us can get Emily back to normal."

Closing her eyes, she rolled the dice, not even opening them when they fell silent, "What'd I get?"

"Ten," Sandra said quickly, "That's good though, if we keep rolling like that the game will end in no time."

Her hand shaking, Samantha moved her piece and drew her card while the others looked at her expectantly.

"Oh that's gross," she hissed and threw the card down.

"What?" Emily demanded, "Did you get something different?"

Samantha nodded, but refused to elaborate.

Tracy started to reach for the card, morbidly curious, but Samantha smacked her hand away.

"No, please no," her voice was shaking and she looked on the edge of tears, "It can't happen. It can't!"

She wrapped her arms across her chest and started rocking back and forth. The other girls stared at her, trying to figure out what had caused such a response. They didn't have to wait long to find out for before their very eyes Samantha's arms began to rise, pushed out by her growing chest. She had previously been a small b-cup, but that wasn't going to last. It looked like she had a pair of balloons in her shirt as her breasts inflated.

Samantha pressed down painfully hard on her chest as though she could hold back the growth, but there was no stopping it. Her breasts quickly grew beyond what her bra could hold and with a muffled 'twang' the strap broke, freeing her massive breasts. They sagged slightly, but only for a moment as some inner pressure caused them to perk back, her nipples, which had grown along with her breasts, were clearly visible through her shirt, which was by this point far too tight.

"Ooh, it hurts," she moaned, groping her massive breasts through her shirt, "The pressure..."

The growth slowed, then finally stopped, leaving her breasts well beyond Emily's d-cup.

There was silence for a moment, then Tracy took the card Samantha had drawn and read it out to the others, "The game begins, run round and round / Who’ll take the chance to win the crown? / Grow bigger now, inflate and swell / Your breasts will be, an endless well."

The other three girls looked at Samantha, who was crying now, tears dripping down her cheeks and landing on her shirt, the little wet spots they left dwarfed in comparison to the damp spots over her nipples, revealing that her milk had begun to flow.

The girls looked back and forth between each other, Emily's growth spurt suddenly not much of a big deal compared to what had just happened to Samantha.

"We can't stop now," Sandra said, sounding like she was talking mostly to herself.