Sandra gets a five

The dice clattered across the board, weaving between the pieces before coming up on faces. Sandra didn’t even check the numbers as she reached for a card. Emily checked the numbers for her, avoiding the wolf piece as it started to move.

“Five! Holy shit is that enough?” She looked up excitedly at Samantha and Tracy, who working on getting water into Tracy’s gills.

Tracy panted heavily, trying to catch her breath, “No… Sandra was six away.”

“Fuck.” Emily swore and threw her hands up, meanwhile Sandra was reading the card.

“Our game’s close to ending / Your efforts deserve commending / But first another test / Release the hunger that’s built in your chest” Sandra groaned and flicked the card to the side. “Not this again,” she sighed.

“Emily quick! Take your turn now!” Samantha hurried the fairy, running low on water to pour into Tracy’s gills.

Emily shook her head, “No way, not this late in the game. The last player transforms, then we can take our turn. We’re too close to break more rules.” She explained rationally.

Samantha chewed her lip, annoyed, but knowing Emily was right. They’d just have to wait for Sandra to get her rocks off again or whatever the card was implying. “Hang on, Tracy.” She encouraged the mermaid.

Sandra backed up a bit from the board, feeling the familiar bubbling in her veins, however it confused her, as she had not been expecting the card to change her again. “I- I thought it was gonna be mental stuff?” She voiced her concerns as she watched her hands roil and start to change.

Her fingers began to stretch and deep-red hued hairs started to sprout from the backs of her palm. “Wh-what is this??” Fear overtook her face as she remembered turning into a wolf earlier, but then something more… urgent grabbed her attention. A deep, needy heat began to ignite between her legs, which were also starting to show the growth of fur. Sandra moaned and stretched out her back as her wings began to stretch longer.

Her bones snapped and cracked, stretching in uncomfortable directions as the fur spread from her cunt down her legs. With each sharp spike of pain, Sandra moaned instead of crying out, an orgasm building up with each cracking bone.

Sandra’s boobs began to grow again, stretching her skin as they swelled like heavy udders, filling up with weight and grazing the carpet with her nipples, whimpering at the stimulation as her areolas were spread across her engorged tits.

Sandra moaned and grunted needily as her spine started to stretch and her hips popped, the deep red hairs spread up her arms, coating her in a sparse covering of fur. She gyrated her hips needily as the fire in her loins burned greater. Her horns grew and her face started stretching, a muzzle once again adorning her face as her teeth pushed forward with her growing jaw.

“N-no not again- we already nnngh- did this-“ She pleaded with the magic of the board game.

Emily looked at the beastly form Sandra was becoming, with massive batlike wings and giant horns on her beast like head, her boobs were larger, hanging down towards the ground, untouched by the fur that covered her arms and spread down her legs, legs that were still somewhat humanoid. “Sandra… I don’t think it’s making you a wolf…”

“Then what’s happening to me?!” She screamed through her growing maw, clutching the carpet before her hands moved to her crotch, desperately fingering herself, unmatchably horny. “Ahn~ ahn~ ahn~” She moaned as her body grew in size, her thoughts clouded, images of sex filling her mind as she hungrily thrusted her fingers deep inside her cunt and fingered her clit needily.

Her feet stretched like her hands, pushing against the carpet as her toes grew claws and gripped the ground. She grunted and moaned, whipping her hair as her mind fought her, forcing her to submit to the need growing in her loins, a hunger beckoned inside her as she smelled the scent of sex in the air, she couldn’t stop herself as she rubbed her fingers harder and harder inside of herself, only increasing the lust in her moans.

“What am I?!” She wailed through her long muzzle, gnashing her teeth and running her tongue along her lips, subconsciously craving the tastes of the women around her.

Sandra wrestled with her own mind, she wasn’t like this, this wasn’t her. Sure she’d always thought Tracy was pretty, but she wasn’t a lesbian, she’d never even considered the idea, she wasn’t this. This touch-starved beast she was becoming, watching her friend’s crotches with a dangerous hunger that was driving her to lunge at them, to share her lust with them and make them feel euphoria like she could. She cradled her heaving tits as she fucked herself harder, trying to pleasure herself and abate the hunger, the need, the lust, building inside of her.

Sandra dug her claws into the carpet as a growl roiled up inside of her, the hunger boiling over as her mind lost more ground to the urges filling her, her pussy pleaded with her to be filled and serviced, her flower swelled and puffed, hot with **** need. The deep reddish fur spread to her face, covering her muzzle and meeting with the base of her hair, flowing smoothly into the deep red lockes of hair. A deep, heady moan passed through her lips, begging for release of this building lust.

Tracy again began gasping as the Britta filter ran out of water, and finally Sandra could take it no longer. Her deep sexual hunger overtook her and she lunged forward with wings spread. She dashed across the living room and sent the game flying, tackling Tracy and Samantha, forcing herself onto them with the desperation of an in-heat wolverine.

“Sandra stop!” Samantha screamed as she tried to push Sandra back from grabbing her own cunt. Sandra **** Samantha’s legs apart with her powerful arms and pushed in with her tongue, greedily eating out the blonde. “Sandra! S-Sandra s-stop!” Samantha begged, trying not to give into the pleasure Sandra was forcing onto her.

Tracy had been pushed off Samantha, crawling against the carpet as she desperately searched for water. Emily tried to get the board back together so she could take her turn. She’d been standing on it when Sandra threw it and had been slammed against the wall. With all the strength her tiny body could muster, she used her wings to lift herself and turn the game back over.

“Help me!” She yelled at her friends desperately, but they did not hear her small voice, Tracy trying to conserve her breathing, and Samantha desperately kicking Sandra as the redhead **** her tongue deeper into Samantha’s moistening cunt. Sandra pushed her fingers into her own needy cunt as she devoured Samantha’s hungrily, completely overtaken by the hungry madness the game had set on her, moaning and grunting.

Emily grunted and found whatever strength she could muster, heaving the giant game board over to it’s correct side, sighing in relief when the pieces snapped back to their places. She looked around frantically for the dice, wherever they had been sent to.