A table top gaming night goes off the rails when Tess begins a strange transformation.  Hopefully it isn't too much to handle.

              I stretched my arms as Tess went into the kitchen to get a drink. We were four hours into our first Dungeon Delvers game in months, and at this pace, it seemed we would be going all night. To my left sat Carien, agonizing over the next move she would make. She had a tank top on and a pair of leggings. We had just stumbled into a trap, and if she rolled wrong, her character could die. I would hate to see that happen as it took Carien two hours to craft her character, and this was her first time playing.

              Tess was the one running the game, a private session at my house to help teach Carien how to play and get me back into the rhythm of things before meeting back up with the main group. But I couldn’t notice how as the night went on, Tess became more distracted. This was her fourth trip to the kitchen for a drink in the last hour.

              I looked back at Carien, who was twisting her black hair strands with one hand and tapping on her leggings with the other.

“Hey, it’s ok. We will figure a way out of this situation.”

              “Easy for you to say. What happens if I roll a one? Or a five? Then I will be watching you play for the rest of the night. I don’t want to just watch.”

              “Hey, calm down. Everything will work out. When Tess rolls for the goblins, they could miss.”

              Carien continued to tap on her leg. “Or they could crit. Or—“

              “Let’s just wait for her to return, shall we?”

              “You are right. No need to worry right now.”

              Tess walked back into the room and sat down.

“Sorry about that. I ugh. . .” She tugged at her blouse sleeve. “I think I should get going.”

              “But we haven’t finished this fight, and I need to know if I live or die.” Carien cried out. “You can’t leave me here like this.”

              Tess stared at her. “Calm down. This is just a game. You don’t need to take this so seriously.”

              Carien sighed. “I know I just want to do well.”

              I smiled at Tess. “Carien can be a bit carried away when playing games. But that isn’t any reason to stop the session early.”

              Tess waved her hands. “Oh, no, no. Carien is fine. Patrick is more of a handful than she is. It is just I think I should be going home as it is early.”

              Carien didn’t look up as she scribbled something down on the sheet of paper in her lap. “The night is just getting started. What are you talking about?”

              Tess pulled at her right ear. “I just think I should be going, is all.”

              I shrugged. “Let’s at least finish this battle, so we have a good ending point for tomorrow?”

              Tess groaned. “Fine, but hurry it up.”

              I narrowed my eyes.  Just what is bothering her?

 Tess sat down and looked at Carien. “Ok, so it is your turn to attack. What are you going to do?”

              Carien tapped her finger on her chin. “I ugh will use firebolt. . . Wait no, that isn’t right. I want to. Umm.”

              “Can you just do something?” Tess blurted out.

              “Whoh, calm down, Tess.”

              She held up her right hand to her head. “I am sorry. I am just a bit stressed.”

              I noticed that Tess had pink finger polish on. “Did you paint your nails in the kitchen?”

              Tess stood up, shaking. “I need to go now.” She stood up, and I watched as the nails on her other hand turned pink before my eyes.  She took a few steps before coming back.

“Actually, I don’t think I will be in any condition to drive tonight. I am going to head up and just crash on your bed, ok Sarah.”

              “Umm, sure.” As she walked past, I asked, “Are you alright, Tess.”

              She stood there for a moment. “Like ya. Totally.”

              I sighed. “Well, that was strange.”

              Carien stood up. “Should we just clean this up then?”

              “I guess.”

              A few moments later, Tess returned, giggling. “What are we up to?”

              I turned around. “I thought you had to rest up.”

              My eyes widened when I saw her. Her lips were huge and scarlet red. She had long eyelashes, and her once black hair was turning blonde before my very eyes.

              “Rest. Are you silly? I feel fine.”

              “Fine? Your hair is turning color.”

              Tess shook her head for a moment. “Like I don’t know what you are even talking about. I have always been a beautiful and hawt blonde.”

              I shrugged. “Ok, then you can help us resume the game.”

              Tess sat down in her chair. “Ok, ok.” She tapped her hands on her knee. “What are you two looking at me for?”

              “You are the dungeon master. Start the game back up.” I said.

              Tess scratched at her head. “Like I am trying, but my head feels all fuzzy and wussy.”

She stared deep into my eyes. “God, you are hawt.”

              “Tess, are you sure you are ok?”

              She shook her head. “Like ya. I just need to go upstairs. I get, um, a bit turned on and lightheaded sometimes.” Tess stood up. “My nipples feel hard.” Tess suddenly ripped off her shirt and creased her breasts. “Oh, they feel so tender.”

              I watched as Tess’s breasts began to swell, her nipples poking through her bra. She held her boobs as they grew, bouncing them in her hands and giggling. Carien looked at me and asked, “What do you think is happening to her?”

              “I don’t know. I don’t know what we should do either.”

              Tess slowly slid her pants off. Carien walked over to her. “Tess, maybe we should go upstairs. You don’t seem yourself.”

              Tess giggled. “But we can have fun. Play with my big boobies. The fun is just getting started.”

              I sighed. “I agree with Tess. You need to go to bed. You said so yourself.”

              Tess pulled away, crossing her arms. “No way. Unless it’s an invitation.” She put her hand on her swelling ass. “I don’t need such a subtle hint. I will do you both right here.”

              I held up my hands. “Wow. Calm down, Tess.”

              She started squinting. “I am feeling really fuzzy now.” Her ears suddenly grew long and floppy, causing her to giggle.  “Hehe, like, why are you two still dressed?”

              Carien looked at me. “We have to tie her down. I am not dealing with a horny version of Tess for the entire night.”

              Tess narrowed her eyes. “Like bitch you are lucky to have a chance to do it with me.”

She scratched Cariens arm. “Now, take off clothes, so I don’t have to rip them off.”

              I jumped onto Tess. “Ok, Tess, that is quite enough.” She giggled as I wrestled with her. “We are going to tie you up now.” I looked at Carien. “Go get me some rope.”

              “Ok.” Carien let out a small giggle as she walked into the other room.

              I looked back down at Tess, who was looking more and more like a playboy bunny as the seconds passed. Dark blue latex was spreading across her body, causing her to shimmer in the light. “Tess, it will be ok. We will get through this.”

              She pushed me off of her and jumped onto me. Her strength was inhuman. She giggled, pressing her breasts on me. “Of course it will be. Ohhhh.” I watched as a white tail grew out of her rear end. “Oh yes. I feel alive.” She reached down and kissed me, her tongue swimming inside my mouth. I could feel her hands slowly trying to undress me.

              Eventually, I wormed my way out from under her, feeling her tender nipples scrape across my skin as I broke free. Carien was back with the rope, and together we restrained Tess.

I took a few deep breaths. “Ok, you should be ok until morning.”

              Tess squirmed against her restraints. “But I want to play now. Untie me. I will be nice, I promise.”

              I shook my head. “No way. You are way too much to handle right now. Right Carien. Carien?” I looked over at her as she examined her hand. “What is wrong?”

              “I don’t remember painting my nails.”