Samantha was Wrong

The dice clattered against the wooden box, bouncing off the pieces, 2 and 6. Samantha’s piece moved ahead 8 spaces by itself, and Samantha took a deep breath.

“Here’s to not being slime anymore.” She looked between her friends, nodding firmly as she drew the next card from the deck, reading it carefully aloud. “Two back to normal / Two quite non-conformal / The slime starts to dry / The body begins to calcify.” Samantha frowned as she finished reading, looking up at her friends. “Calcify?”

Tracy’s eyes went into panic, she held her hands up calmingly, with her palms out “Sammy… don’t panic…”

Sandra twisted her face into a puzzled frown. “What? What does Calcify mean?”

Before an answer could be given, however, Samantha felt the familiar bubbling in her slime, the twisting, contorting feeling of the game’s magic about to initiate a change. She yelped and clutched onto Tracy’s outstretched arm, “Ohhh-“ She grunted, “It hurts this time, it hurts a lot-“ She grimaced, twisting her formless face into one of pain.

“Sammy, Sammy, look at me, you’re gonna be ok, the game will always let you play, say it with me.” Tracy pleaded, trying to be a calming presence while her friend went through her change.

“The game… will always… let me play…” She grunted out, her form was becoming stiff, she was finding it hard to move as much as she could before, her slime-limbs didn’t respond to her, slow and sluggish.

“She’s changing color!” Emily shouted from Sandra’s hand, pointing at the slime girl. As certain as the sun, Samantha was changing from her neon green translucence to a sort of gray shade.

“Tr-acy…” She moved her mouth slowly, losing control of her form, “Wh-at do-es Cal-ci-fy mea-n?” The gray spread from her fingertips, shaping over her hand, the slimy form now looked solid again, but covered in a rough gray, it reminded the girls of… cement. Samantha’s hands froze in place, covered in the gray shell, stuck to Tracy’s wrist.

“Sammy, you’re turning to stone,” Tracy said, trying to sound like she wasn’t freaking out, unable to free her arm from Samantha’s hand.

The stony gray spread across Samantha’s arms, solidifying them back into human form and calcifying them in place. She looked up at Tracy, her neck refusing to obey her. “No- No please-“ She begged, losing movement in her shoulders, the grayscale moved across her torso, solidifying her breasts in place and reforming her nipples, encasing them in stone.

The Grayscale spread down her body, encasing her hips and returning them to her shapely figure she had before the slime. Samantha grimaced and grunted, her slime face was losing its green color, back to her peachy-tanned skin as her nose, mouth, and eyes reformed. Now, Tracy could see very clearly the fear that Samantha was feeling.

With what movement Tracy had, her wrist still clamped by Samantha’s stone hand, she hugged Samantha, making sure she felt safe. Samantha’s hair emerged from the slime, her platinum blonde locks cascading over her face. Her legs started to stone, cramping and stiffening as the grayscale covered them, her pussy was molded out of the slime, graying out and becoming stone, like the rest of her.

“I can’t watch.” Emily whimpered, hiding in Sandra’s palm. Sandra tried her best to watch, despite also not wanting to, even too big to move, she would be there for Samantha.

Samantha’s feet calcified; she couldn’t feel any part of herself except her head, though she was quickly losing that feeling too. Her neck grayscaled, she moaned as the most awful krik-in-the-neck she’d ever had wracked her. The grayscale spread to her face, and she stretched away, a futile effort to prevent her face from being encased in stone. Her hair grayed out finally, stopping its swaying as Samantha became frozen in a single moment, her naked body displayed like a perverted statue, her huge breasts pressed against Tracy’s breasts, now frozen in stone.

“What the fuck! What the fuck, what the fuck!” Emily started panicking in Sandra’s palm, curling up and rocking back and forth. “She turned to stone, she turned into a fucking rock!”

“I-I don’t know, I didn’t think the game could do that!” Sandra desperately grasped for a reason for what just happened, but came up empty.

“Well it just did!” Emily yelled in her small voice, “What do we do? How is she supposed to play?”

“Oh my god… we’re stuck like this, Samantha can’t play, we can’t finish!” Sandra’s face broke, fear wracking her expression. “Tracy, what do we do? I can’t live like this!”

Tracy pulled away, trying not to look scared, despite how much she was, looking at the statue of Samantha, with the panicked expression locked in stone and her curves stuck in a hug-press.

“Emily… help me get my hand out.” She asked gently.

“But, Tracy, I-“ Emily started to make an excuse about being too small, but Tracy interrupted her.

“FIGURE IT OUT EMILY!” She shouted, lashing out in frustration. “We have to play, dammit! It’s my turn, and if we can’t play, Samantha’s stuck like this forever, so figure out some fairy magic, and help me!”

“Tracy…” Sandra started, shaken by Tracy’s outburst.

“Don’t, just don’t.” Tracy held up a finger. “I’ve had it up to here, with this damn game, first you became a fucking dog, now this?! How’s she supposed to take her next turn? Answer that!” She thudded her head against Samantha’s in desperation, a bit of blood trickled from her forehead, but she couldn’t even **** herself to care.

Emily nervously jumped from Sandra’s hand, her wings took over naturally as if she’d had them her whole life. She fluttered down to Tracy and Samantha, trying to wedge her body into Samantha’s grip, to give Tracy leverage to get her wrist out.

After a bit of sliding, Tracy yanked her hand free, over-stretching her ligaments and sending shooting pains through her hand. She bit through the pain, looking into Samantha’s stone eyes. “The game will always let you play.” She repeated their mantra; she didn’t know if Samantha could hear her, but Tracy needed to hear it as well.

“Tracy…” Sandra’s large voice was shaky, “I’m scared.” She admitted slowly.

Emily nodded in agreement. “I am, too. This game’s had a vendetta against me since the second turn, what if it gets worse?”

“I can’t describe what it was like to be a wolf, dark but, too bright at the same time, I couldn’t think straight. What if it happens again? What if I turn into something worse?”

Tracy pursed her lips, trying to think. “I thought this was gonna be fun, I laughed when Emily got taller, I should have stopped the game there.”

“It… none of this is your fault, Tracy,” Sandra tried to offer.

“Well whose is it? Samantha’s? She picked the stupid fucking game, so is it Samantha’s fault she’s encased in stone forever?”

“Hey, don’t start a fight.” Emily stamped her foot against the air. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine, I made us keep playing cause I couldn’t handle being a foot taller. Now look at me, got my fucking wish.” She huffed, folding her tiny arms. “We can do this, I didn’t wanna play, but I’m here now, I’m doing this, and we’re all seeing this to the end, even Samantha. It’s like you said, Tracy, the game will always let us play. When Sandra was a wolf, we found a way; when I was too small to roll the dice, we found a way. We’re gonna figure out how to make Sammy take her turn.”

Tracy nodded, shaking off her mental state. “You’re right, we made it this far, we can do it.” She picked up the dice and sat down on the floor.

“I’m at 0, there’s no hope of me finishing, so I’m just gonna get the turn over with. Sandra, you’re 18 away, Emily-“

“16.” She finished, having already done the math before Tracy finished the sentence. “Sammy’s closest.”

“Right,” Tracy nodded solemnly, “Two good rolls and the two of you could finish, Samantha might make it on her next turn. Let’s finish this shit, get our wish, and burn the game, yeah?”

Sandra and Emily both nodded, Emily at eye level with Tracy, fluttering her wings.

Tracy took a deep breath to calm herself, then tossed the dice.

Note: Hey! I know the tone on that one got dark and dreary, but I just wanted to pop in and say we’re gonna get back to the erotic stuff going forward. I wanted this chapter to be darker toned because I feel like it had to be, After Sandra’s wolf chapter and growing gigantic, Emily being punished relentlessly for not wanting to play, and everything Tracy’s gone through, there needed to be a chapter where the hoplessness started to crush in. This is scary stuff to live through, and I needed a solid chapter where the girls really started to feel that pressure.

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