A Rear to Match the Front

Phoebe takes a card and reads, "You're on your way to being Super-Slut/To go with those tits, enjoy your new butt." A white flash appears, centered on her hips, which expand along with her ass. After a few seconds, she's got a deliciously curvy hourglass figure, and thanks to the change in her body, her skirt is now barely long enough to cover her pussy. "Okay, who was next?" she asks.

"Mona was," says the genie, "so if she wants to get back in the game..."

"I do!" exclaims Mona, striding back into the room, clutching a handful of long platinum blonde strands of hair. "I cut this off, and it grew back in 5 seconds!" She dumps it into the kitchen trash and explains, "I'll take my chances with the game."

"Are you sure?" asks the devil, her hands still up to her leotard feeling her newly enlarged tits. "Seems like you got off easy, compared to the rest of us."

"I think I'd be feeling like a Barbie doll for the rest of my life," says Mona as she flicks the spinner on the game board.

Rachel exclaims, "Oh, and the rest of us aren't?" You notice that a metal collar reappears on Mona's neck.

The spinner stops, and Mona moves her piece a few squares ahead. She picks the top card and reads, "No need to wax or shave down there/Your legs, pits, and pussy no longer grow hair. Take a second card."

A white flash briefly surrounds her body from the neck down as someone says, "Hey, that one doesn't sound too bad."

"Yeah, but let's see what this one says," Mona retorts as she takes another card. She reads, "Nurses say piercings are unsanitary/But the magical kind, quite the contrary."

This time, there's a white flash around her head, her chest, her midsection, and her crotch. When they disappear, you can see that she's got quite a collection of small silver rings and studs going around the outside of each ear, plus a couple of rings in her right eyebrow and one through her left nostril. She feels her left breast through her costume and looks dismayed.

You can't help yourself, and chortle, "Now you look like Goth Barbie." Mona glares at you.

Monica the catgirl is lying on the floor in the corner. Rachel yells at her, "Mon, your turn!"

She gets no response, so Rachel walks over and nudges Monica with her foot. Monica opens her eyes, turns over onto her back, and stretches.

"Your turn," repeats Rachel. "Hurry up so we don't get zapped."

"Purrrrrr-huh?" Monica finally gets a look of realization in her eyes, and she stands up, stretches again, and pads over to the game board.