By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

When four college students uncover a strange board game called Broad Game, they decide to give it a whirl. After all, there’s a storm and the power is out, and it’s too rainy to leave the campus. But they soon discover that the players in this game are doomed to be transformed depending on what cards and scenarios they draw. And those transformations are going to be very feminine, and very lusty . . .

Prologue Here

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Part 4: The Morning After

Both Jesse and Charlie made it a point to barely look at one another the next day as they all sat down for breakfast. It was a beautiful morning, the sun coming out to already start drying the grass, but all the pair could think about was how Jesse had stuck her tongue right up Charlie’s cooch while the latter fondled her breasts and cried out. Of course, everyone knew what had gone down. Sameen was still looking on jealously, ordering her breakfast just so, a habit she’d always possessed but was now turned up to eleven now that she was a sexy librarian type. Meanwhile, Alex was hoping that in all the ruckus last night, no one had realised she’d had a massive wet dream and used a lubed up dildo to pleasure herself, unable to stop thinking about that cock. To that end, she kept sucking on her fingers without thinking, moaning a little as she did so.

“That’s it!” Sameen finally said. “We’ve all eaten. We need to get back to rolling dice!”

“It was your roll that made us stay overnight,” Charlie muttered. “And stay with . . . other people.”

“Hot,” Alex said.

Jesse growled. “Fuck you, man. You try having F-cup titties that keep filling up with milk and then having to play dommy mommy in bed with your best friend.”

Alex just grinned wider. “That’s even hotter, you realise that? Like, we could sell a tape of that but no one but me is doing the filming here!”

Sameen ignored their arguments and unfolded the board, sweeping aside the breakfast. “Look, campus starts up again soon. We can’t all take time off. We’re only a quarter through the game, not even that! We need to do this faster. Charlie, it’s your turn. I bet you want to no longer be a Victorian lady right?”

“You would be betting right,” Charlie said informally, taking the dice. “The die is cast!”

She rolled them on the board and advanced, drawing just ahead of Sam and Jesse. It was another transformation card. “Well, it can’t be worse than some bodice-ripping fantasy, right?”

They were famous last words, because Charlie’s eyes slowly widened as she read the card out: “Bellydancing Beauty: I grow tired of this Victorian fantasy, and wish to transform you into another, dear Charlie. How do you feel about becoming a luscious belly dancing beauty for all to enjoy?”

“Oh God,” Charlie groaned, but it was too late, because the changes were upon her. This time, she simply stood up and let them take place, struggling to control herself as the telltale pleasures rocked through her core. Her breasts remained their same impressive D-cup side, but her hips widened slightly and her rear gained an appropriate bounce to it. Her pale skin tanned slightly, looking more like her original complexion, though perhaps just a little more sunscorched. Her dark hair spilled down, becoming curls and gaining little ringlets that seemed to tease an exotic nature, an effect only increased by the immense amount of jewellery that descended upon her. Two golden bracelets formed on her wrists, several necklaces that dipped into her cleavage, a pair of anklets, hanging earrings with red ruby decorations. Instead of the multi-layered Victorian fashion, she now wore a lovely blue crop top with sheer long sleeves of a slightly lighter blue colour. It scooped up her breasts and, because of the size of the top and its golden lining, almost looked more like a bra. Her skirt descended, becoming a thin and showy dress, also blue and gold, with a high slit up each thigh that almost came dangerously close to revealing her pert ass. Her feet were left bare, and without even meaning to the changed woman undulated on the spot, belly dancing subtly and slowly in a new nervous display.

“Okay,” Alex said. “You’re officially even hotter than me. Holy fuck.”

Jesse’s jaw fell. “I - I want you again. Fuck, someone else roll!”

They each took turns, eager to get out of their bodies and into new ones, especially Jesse, who was struggling with her large boobs in her stylish summer dress. But in their eagerness, things did not entirely go their way. 

Alex was after Charlie, and gave a sigh of relief when she just managed to avoid another Roleplay square, instead landing on a Transformation square. She drew the card and read it aloud: “Hippie Time: You’re far too obsessed with gadgets and technology, Alex. It’s time to go back to nature and connect to your spiritual side! Enjoy peace and love, man. Free love, that is!”

“Oh great, I can see where this is g-going! I bet I’m g-gonna be a fucking hot hippie! Ohhhh, here it comes!”

She was entirely correct: Alex’s hair took on a frizzier texture, several dreads and braids running through its thick and wild mane-like mass. Flowers bloomed into existence within it, weaved through in a variety of colours, and this effect only continued: her bunny costume became a vibrantly multi-coloured dress that looked like a kaleidoscope pattern: all reds, oranges, yellows, browns, and greens. A peace symbol sat over her breasts, part of a beaded necklace. Her feet, like Charlie’s, were entirely bare. She even had the round rose-tinted glasses on, and no makeup at all, which made her beauty feel all the more real.

“Woahhh,” she said, clutching her temples. “I think . . . I think I need to get out on the grass. Out in the sun. Can we head outside and just . . . feel it for a moment?”

“NO!” they all shouted in turn, especially Jesse, who grabbed the dice and rolled them, even as Alex found herself rolling up something very different with the intent of smoking it.

“Don’t judge, squares!” she announced. “I’m in character again. Damn, there’s nothing I hate more than Luddite hippies, and now I am one. At least my legs are still shaved.”

Jesse advanced her character, eager to shed her current form. She cheered as she reached a square with no text on it, only for Sam to correct her.

“Sorry, but one more space, darling,” she said, looking down her glasses at the big-bosomed MILF.

“Damn it! Another transformation!”

This card was even worse than the last one: “Expecting,” she read slowly. “Don’t like being a MILF, Jesse? Don’t like those big, milk-filled tits of yours? Well too bad, because you’ve drawn a card that will make you swell up with life and make you a real mom!”

Jesse jumped out of her seat, heavy bosom bouncing. “No! No! NGHH! Ohhhh, there’s a p-pressure! No, you can’t do this - please!”

But the pressure grew and grew. Her skin began to glow softly, the green light of the game upon her as her belly rose. Her three friends watched in fascination and more than a little shock as Jesse groaned and grunted, eyes squeezed shut in response to the unfathomable experience of rapidly progressing through a pregnancy she was never supposed to have.

“Ohhhh GOD! FUCK THISSSSSS!!!”

Her stomach stretched, her belly button visibly popping out to press against the tighter fabric of her dress, the hem of which rose to expose her calves. Her breasts churned, producing even more milk now, and in moments that star quarterback of the campus, once the most desired alpha male in the college, was now a deeply pregnant woman in her thirties, looking like her waters could break at any second.

“N-no,” she muttered, caressing her swollen stomach, which felt so big upon her body, so massive and protruding and fully and heavy and - and - and far too much of everything!”

Alex looked from Jesse to her own smoking reefer and back again. “Dude,” she said. “You’re, like, full of the Earth Mother’s light. Wait, that’s fucking stupid. You’re mega preggers though. A really hot preggo. That’s so radical.”

“Dude, shut up!” Jesse squeaked. She stood, which took more effort than she had imagined, and cupped her heavy belly. “There’s no way there’s a r-real baby inside of me.”

Sam was about to agree - she still had enough scientific knowledge to know this was impossible - but suddenly there was a visible ripple of movement along the pregnant MILF’s stomach, and Charlie gaped.

“I really wish I wasn’t still so attracted to you right now,” she whispered. “I don’t want a pregnancy fetish alongside all the other stuff going on.”

“Then don’t look at me! Oh God, of fuck! I’m pregnant. There’s a baby in here. I think it’s a real baby. Oh shit, it’s kicking! Nghhh, that’s so wrong! Someone roll the fucking dice!”

Charlie grabbed them quickly and threw them, but Sam cried out.

“You idiot! I haven’t had my go yet!”

The room froze, except for Jesse’s squirming child, reminding the beautiful mid-thirties woman of just how maternal she now was. The globe in the centre of the board turned a sickly green, and Charlie suddenly found a Punishment card in his hand.

“F-fuck!” the belly dancer cried. “It was an accident!”

But she was forced to read it anyway: “24 Hour Freeze: Tssk, Tssk, Charlie. Don’t try to barge ahead. For that, after Jesse’s turn, you’ll all be forced to endure the next twenty four hours in your bodies, and you’ll be compelled to go about your college day!”

“Fucking hell, dude!” the pregnant mom said. “You can’t expect me to have a whole day as a damn preggo!”

“Like, I’d rather not be writing poetry about flowers and the sun more than I have to . . . man.”

Jesse snatched the dice angrily from Charlie. “Rules, Charlie. Rules.”

“Well, I’m not used to the rules applying to me!”

“That much is for certain. Whereas I’m meant to be a woman of science and rationale. I know how to play board games because they are all about rules. So stop being impulsive, or I’ll be forced to ban you from this library, honey.”

It was the kind of sentence that Charlie would have enjoyed once, but she couldn’t stop looking at how hot Jesse’s pregnant form was, and the new mother was looking back at Charlie, and wanting the other woman to dance before her and then rub oil over her stomach.

“P-please!” she begged. “Roll it, Sam!”

Sam nodded. If there was one thing, at least, that her new form had helped with, it was her confidence. Her endless neuroses? Not so much.

“Okay, eleven spaces,” she said. “That’s pretty good. But it’s a double Transformation/Roleplay segment. Shit.”

Still, there was no avoiding the cards. Every player was on edge. Well, except for Alex, who was trying to be her usual obsessive, overactive self, but was butting up against her current compulsion to just relax and let things take their course.

“Internet is back on and I can’t even check my messages because it’s too tech. Ugh.”

“Shhh,” Sameen said. “Beach Girl: Sam, I had hoped making you a sexy librarian would work with your academic brilliance while giving you the confidence you needed, but I clearly didn’t go far enough. It’s time for a hard reset. No more physics, no more mathematics. It’s time for you to model. Bikini model, to be precise!”

She leaned her head back and groaned, but the transformation began regardless of her feelings. Her breasts swelled until they were large E-cups, a pair of soft palm-fillers if there ever was any, out-competed only by Jesse’s milk-filled jugs. She sighed, moaning softly as her glasses dissolved and most of her clothing. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment from what was occurring: her ass became larger and bouncier, her waist trimmer, and her olive skin lost every last blemish and tanned an even deeper tone, as if she’d been under the sun quite often. All she was left wearing was a red bikini, the thin band hoisted up over her hips to produce a sumptuous V-line, and her bikini top showing off her huge tracts of land, which looked perfectly oiled, as if she were about to model herself.

Which she proceeded to do, posing with her slightly wavier hair, which now hung loosely down her shoulders.

“Holy God,” Charlie uttered. “I wish I had a penis so hard right now.”

“You two could be a double-feature,” Alex noted. She proceeded to giggle for far too long, forcing Jesse to shoo her away from the table.

“”Hey! I may not want this kid, but I’m fucking knocked up, so get your fucking marijuana out of here.”

“Can’t, remember? We don’t even have, like, an amazing stretch of all-natural beach to really appreciate our changed Sameen in. How are you feeling, Sameen?”

The woman tried to cover up her body, but found it was literally impossible. She had the figure of a famous Instagram model now, only her breasts were all natural, wobbling with the slightest movements. She realised she left her jacket on the couch the previous night prior to playing the game, and so she moved quickly to get that, but all she succeeded in doing was show off all her bouncy curves, because some invisible force prevented her from wearing anything more.

“Great!” she declared. “I’m wearing a bikini with boobs that feel like they’re the size of my own head, and I can’t cover up!”

“I thought you wanted bigger boobs?” asked Charlie.

“Not this big! Just, like, B or C-cups or something! And I definitely don’t want to look like a supermodel! Oh God, all my nervousness is back. I can’t let anyone see me like this. We need to finish the game!”

But she still had a Roleplay card left, and everyone knew they’d be like this for twenty-four hours anyway. “Ugh, this is so humiliating,” Sam groaned. The beautiful bikini model felt so naked, so completely exposed. How would anyone ever take her seriously like this? How could she possibly be a future woman of science when her boobs jutted out from her chest like this and she couldn’t avoid wearing a bikini anywhere she went? 

Her breaths quickened, and she could feel a panic attack coming on. Charlie rounded the table quickly and pulled her into a hug. The two women, both scantily clad, held one another for a while. It was enough to calm Sam back down.

“Better?” Charlie asked.

“Y-yeah,” she said. “God, this is so . . . much.”

“At least you got to keep your gender, right?”

She chuckled nervously. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be losing it.”

“It’s okay,” Alex said from across the table. “You need to smoke something?”

“N-no thanks. I, uh, have bad reactions to marijuana. To most substances, actually.”

Jesse huffed. “Wish I could have some. Yo Sam, did you need to take a break? We can read the card later, right? Nothing’s stopping that?”

But Sam shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll . . . find a way to deal. Just like Charlie and the bellydancing routine on campus, here.” Charlie went pale. “I . . . didn’t think about that.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

The beautiful bellydancer gulped. “It’s just so undignified. No Kingsmith would ever! And such a base form of dancing, too. Worse than hip hop and-”

“Hey, don’t go insulting hip hop,” Jesse interjected. “I’d kick your ass just for that if I didn’t have a b-baby pressing on my damn bladder.”

“It’s not like we can even go on campus,” Alex said serenely. “Don’t worry dude. We’re just here for twenty four hours.”

That calmed Sam significantly, at least until she read the card. “Reset Roleplay: All Existing connections between players are reset-”

“Thank fuck!” Charlie and Jesse uttered, both no longer experiencing a lesbian connection.

“-but in exchange, all four players now have their game map expanded. You must now go about your usual lives on campus, including your classes, or you will experience a permanent change to your minds or bodies, or both! Don’t worry, reality has changed to accommodate you. Enjoy flaunting your new assets!”

Sam looked up, her heat beating like a hummingbird’s wings once more.

“Oh shit,” she said.

To Be Continued . . .