Tracy's Scales

Tracy sat back in her place, giving another look to the statue of Samantha, trying to hope that Sammy was **** during this, and couldn’t feel the stone encasing her. She clenched her fist around the pair of dice, the cursed cubes that decided their fates, and released them, sending them to the board where they clattered across the carved pathways that made up their play-area. They narrowly avoided Sandra’s wolf piece before coming to a stop; they always seemed to do that, no matter how they were rolled, they never hit the pieces.

The first dice rolled a six and for a moment hope filled Tracy’s heart, but when the other stopped on the one face, she sighed and sat back. “Seven. Whatever, I’m not here to win.” She picked up her card.

“Unfair that it sets all the way back when you reset,” Sandra mused, watching the little fish piece move, “If we get another one, it might be best to give it to Tracy. Just so no one else gets pushed back.” Emily nodded agreement.

“I can get behind that.” Tracy shrugged, reading her card, “Once again you see your face / But you haven’t quite left the race / Join again with shimmering scales / Make our game a thrilling tail.” She rolled her eyes, “I’ll give you three guess as to why tail’s spelled wrong”

Sandra and Emily giggled, knowing full and well why the card would make a stupid pun like that. Tracy smiled a bit too, not for the game’s awful humor, but for her friends, who were making this just a little easier.

“Wait look!” Emily pointed at the board. Sandra and Tracy looked down and were amazed to see Tracy’s piece moving forward, it was going fast too. Further than any piece had gone that whole game, the piece raced down the path. “What just happened? How far was that?”

“One, two, three…” Tracy started counting, “Eighteen spaces! What the fuck?!”

Sandra clapped her big hands, figuring it out, “’Join back in with shimmering scales’! You’re the fish piece, it boosted you ahead cause you’ve got the fish so you can keep up!”

“Seriously? Damn that’s fucking lucky.” She folded her arms then heaved as a tightening sensation shot through her body. “Ungh!” She yelped as she felt the familiar bubbling in her blood, that same knot in her stomach, whatever the card meant, it was starting.

Her hair started growing out, twisting into curls and extending below her shoulders. Her legs started to itch, and she quickly pulled off her pants to look as a pale blue started dying the skin around her ankles, spreading across her feet and upwards. Curiously she touched it and winced as she felt scales where smooth skin should be. Layer-by-layer her ankles became covered in scales, and moving upward slowly. “Fuck-that hurts” She winced.

“No way… Scales and Tail, Sandra is she-“ Emily looked up to her giant friend, guessing what Tracy was becoming.

“Mermaid!” Sandra squealed in a high pitch voice wiggling her arms, Emily did too, flipping backwards with her wings.

“Tracy, you’re becoming a mermaid!”

“Overjoyed-“ She felt her breath hitch and coughed, thumping her chest. She gripped the bed as her legs started to melt together, becoming one solid trunk and sealing upwards like a zipper, scales spreading up to her waist line. She kept coughing and took a deep breath, and when she exhaled her chest ballooned outward, pushing against her shirt and tenting the fabric. In an instant she swelled two cup sizes, letting out an involuntary moan when she did.

“Oh fuck!” Sandra let slip out, covering her mouth.

Tracy grimaced and writhed as her legs sealed together, scales forming from her skin as her panties ripped in the middle, her pussy hidden behind scales. She yowled in pain as her feet stretched wide, her toes grew long and webbed and suddenly all joined together into a glistening tail fin. Tracy gasped as she felt the bubbling subside, finally done with the turn effect.

“Fucking- ow…” She moaned, pushing herself upright to a sitting position.

Emily zipped over to Tracy, running her tiny hands along her tail. “Omigoshomigoshomigosh! Tracy it’s so beautiful!” She squealed in delight.

“Knock it off you two, this is serious, I can’t walk anymore.” Tracy waved off Emily.

“Yeah but I’ll bet you can swim.” Sandra smirked, “And you’ve got killer boobs.”

“That’s not as great as it sounds, mosquito chest.” Emily snickered.

“Big talking coming from you, you’re not even the size of her nipples.” Tracy found herself laughing a little despite her fish tail. Sandra laughed too. “The way I see it, Sandra’s got the biggest tits of all of us.”

Emily reddened in her tiny face, trying to avoid eye contact. “She’s… got an unfair advantage.”

“How’s it feel to finally have the smallest boobs, Em?” Sandra tried to tease a little, feeling better when Tracy laughed.

“This isn’t exactly what I was asking for when I said I wanted a reduction.” Emily said in a tone that was half-joking and half-defensive.

“Anyway,” Sandra hefted her breast in her hand, under normal circumstances, they fit into a B or a C cup, depending on which store she bought bras at. “My boobs aren’t that small. Lord knows I’m bigger than Tracy on a diet.” She pointed out.

“Hey!” Tracy slapped her tail indignantly, “My boobs look great when I lose weight.”

“If you wear a push-up,” Emily snickered.

Tracy felt the warm feeling in her chest from laughing, from smiling again. The game had been taxing, but together, they’d make it through. She sneered at the others and flashed her tits, “Yeah, well I won’t be needing a push up anymore.” She gloated about her inflated boobs.

Her Areolas had been stretched during her turn effect, and her boobs bounced when she lifted her shirt. Tracy didn’t hide it, she let herself feel confidence swell at the size of her bust.

The giant Sandra flushed red in her face seeing Tracy flash her chest like that. She covered her face with her hair as best she could, but being so large made it difficult to not being noticed. Tracy put her shirt back down, though couldn’t get it all the way down to her belly.

“Alright, Emily bring the dice up to Sandra, let’s keep moving.” Tracy passed the dice to the tiny fairy, who grabbed them and flew them upwards.

“Please not bigger…” Sandra prayed as she took the tiny dice in her giant palm.