Baby Game 3 by Deathtoheaven731

 

Susan’s Mazda pulled up to the apartment complex and emitted three loud honks. Not more than a moment later, a thirty-something athletic woman with a charcoal ponytail emerged from the front door of the closest door. Emily was clad in jogging sweats and a sports bra and literally nothing else as per the instructions of her friends (which certainly felt weird down below). She locked her door and rushed over to the vehicle with her duffle bag.

 

“Let’s hit the road!” exclaimed a younger woman in the shotgun seat, tossing her jaw-length dark brown hair as if she was in a rock concert. Polly wore the same clothing set as Emily, which made sense considering they were close friends through track team. Emily was the taller of the two, as well as skinny and flat chested. Polly had a bit more in the way of womanly curve to her body, though not particularly busty.

 

Their driver Susan, who was about the same height as Emily and age as Polly, was the most feminine physically, busty yet proportionate. Her shoulder length hair, naturally light brown and dyed red, was tied up into a large bun, though some of the strands still stuck out behind her head. While she had also elected to wear sweatpants, her chest was covered by a simple blouse and sweater. She rolled her eyes good naturedly at Polly’s enthusiasm.

 

“How are you Emily?” she asked loudly, earning a return eye roll from Polly.

 

“Excited!” Emily chirped, buckling in. “It’ll be so good to get away for the weekend. I can only jog around 120th avenue so many times before I get sick of the exhaust fumes.”

 

“Well, don’t get too excited about the scenery,” Polly chuckled, reclining as the Mazda began to move again. “We’ll all be too busy indoors to do much actual jogging.”

 

Emily smirked about this. “Ah yes, the game.”

 

“She gets really obsessive about it, but it is real,” Susan stated, Polly making a dismissive grunt.

 

“Or is a really elaborate roleplay,” Emily countered with a shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be proven wrong and you know it. I’m just as skeptical about claims of magical board games as anyone else.”

 

Polly and Susan both nodded at this understandingly. They didn’t talk about it in detail because it was a sensitive topic, but fate seemed to be a bit cruel to Emily. Her dream, as well as that of her husband Jeff, was to have children, but the prognosis was that she was born barren. At this point in their lives, the couple had already tried artificial insemination without success and were now considering adoption.

 

When they had last played “The Mommy Game,” Polly and Susan had been unexpectedly joined by the latter’s sister Megan and had a full weekend of the game. Megan, who had been skeptical as well, enjoyed the game once she had gotten into it. However, Megan had decided not join their next weekend visit as the temptation to make the otherworldly changes to their bodies permanent had been too great each round they played. Polly still wanted a third player on account of the game’s ability to manifest wilder and wilder changes from the potency that participation generated.

 

Thus, Polly and Susan agreed that this game would be the perfect opportunity for Emily to experience what she had wanted for her entire adult life. Though she believed her friends were just trying to make her feel better and engage in some sort of light sexual roleplay, Emily was able to arrange a weekend to herself away from Jeff, bringing the trio of women to their present situation.

 

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Two and a half hours later, the Mazda pulled up to the cottage. Emily stepped out and stretched her legs, filling her lungs with clean air and basking in sunlight. Magical boardgames aside, Emily understood why Susan and Polly came here so often. The cottage was in a picturesque forest.

 

“Do you two mind if I take a jog while I can?” she asked the other two women, who were busying themselves grabbing their sparse luggage. “If we are really going to be busy getting pregnant,” a playfully dismissive tone lingered on the last word, “then I’d rather get out and about before I can only waddle about.”

 

Polly and Susan shared a glance and a pair of knowing smiles, enjoying every moment of Emily’s skepticism. “Sure, go ahead,” Susan said. “We’re gonna need time to get some lunch ready.”

 

“And if we draw ‘Pathetic Pubis’, no one is going to be moving that much,” Polly chuckled.

 

Emily blinked. She had been told about some of the alleged card names and effects of the game, but this one was the most outlandish sounding yet. “‘Pathetic... Pubis’?” she repeated.

 

“Your pubic bone gets removed,” Susan explained, as Polly giggled to herself and walked inside with all of their duffle bags. “Either it is immediately removed or dissolves over a few turns, and gets replaced by muscle and cartilage bridges. At least, that’s what it was last time. As we told you before, the game changes. When I first played, mine was just simply removed without any replacement.”

 

Emily grimaced. “That doesn’t sound… fun.”

 

Susan shrugged with a slight smile. “It makes mobility incredibly difficult and if you are carrying a lot babies the lack of support can be tough,” she stated matter-of-factly. “But the pubic bone is, as the flavor text read last time, the enemy of any mommy. Normally when you give birth for the first time, your pubic bone will get split anyway since our hips are naturally small, and that’s part of what usually makes birth painful. Without it, the babies can just, slide out.” She illustrated her last sentence with right hand easily moving through a hole she made with her left, the former fisted to resemble a baby’s head and the left held up like a claw to represent a vaginal opening.

 

Emily could not think of a response to any of that, so after a couple moments, “Anyway, go take your jog!” Susan said kindly, headed to the front door of the cottage. “We’ll have lunch ready when you get back.”

 

Nodding with a smile, Emily turned around and took off down an obviously laid out nature trail.

 

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Panting slightly, Emily sat down on a tree stump. Though the steepness of the path was not a huge hinderance to an athletic woman like herself, her jog had not been effortless. She could feel her nipples and labia, uncovered by underwear, rubbing against her clothes, causing both some irritation and also some arousal. Said arousal was compounded by the existing arousal created by some mental imagery Susan’s words had triggered. Emily would have at least put on some panties on any normal occasion (given her lack of breasts she could get away with going braless much of the time), but Polly had insisted that the game had the power to both remove any clothing covering her nether regions and cause her body to release birth fluids uncontrollably. Assuming it was part of the secret roleplay, Emily had humored Polly.

 

The entire way, she had been distracted by the thoughts Susan’s descriptions had elicited. She could vividly picture herself and the others with full bellies, growing larger and larger with each dice roll. She could see herself looking down at her gravid womb and now large breasts resting on top of them, one hand tracing across her taut skin and the other squeezing a full teet, causing milk to jut out of her sensitive nipples--

 

Emily jumped with a start in her seat as she realized that one of her hands had snaked its way down to her pussy while the other was pinching a nipple. She abruptly yanked her hands away to sides, feeling her face grow hot with embarrassment. Fortunately no one else was around to judge or mock her. She sighed. They are just saying these things to get you worked up, she reassured herself. This is just a girls’ outing they are throwing to make me feel better about myself with some sort of obscure lesbian sexual roleplay activity.

 

Regaining her composure with these thoughts, she smiled. She was grateful that she had friends who cared about her enough to make up such a fantasy and a husband who was willing to humor this sort of activity as part of their open marriage (Emily could only hope that Susan had a similar arrangement with her own boyfriend). Still, the idea that the game could be real… it reignited feelings of longing that she had thought dulled into nothingness by hours of fruitless intercourse.

 

With a sigh, Emily resolved, as she had before, to keep an open mind.

 

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Not too much later in the day, Emily had returned and the three women had enjoyed lunch together, Polly eagerly wolfing down her food to Susan’s chagrin. There was no helping it as far as the latter was concerned: Whenever Polly had a chance to play the game, it consumed all of her attention. It made Susan feel irritated at times, as the game was not going anywhere. Yet she couldn’t begrudge her friend. There were few days where she did not long to be at this cottage, playing, experiencing the amazing feelings that not even natural pregnancy could induce, all without the economic and lifestyle consequences of motherhood (provided no one was stupid enough to make the impractical changes of the game permanent).

 

That being said, Susan at times was starting to experience new feelings about that real prospect, motherhood. She and her boyfriend Leo were not ready to commit to each other enough to create a family, but the thought of having a baby for real, going through the process month by month and finally giving birth, was all becoming a fantasy of its own.

 

At the very least, she, Polly, and soon Emily as well, would all have practice when it came to the immediate carnal realities of pregnancy and motherhood. Sure, the game granted many bonuses that made birth far easier and painless, but the process of carrying a growing, living being in one’s body and expelling it through a narrow passage were all real enough.

 

For Polly though, the game itself was the real prize: An opportunity to experience consequence free thrills, new forms of pleasure, and competitive fun.

 

Finally, after eating and engaging in some banter, lunch was done. Polly rushed out of her seat when Susan gave her permission to grab the game, slipping slightly on the hardwood floor. She quickly retrieved a key from Susan’s purse and removed the padlock on the door to the closet where the game was being kept (a measure the two friends had taken after the last game when they realized how easily someone could discover and take it for themselves). Susan and Emily had barely begun to approach the couch when Polly had returned with the box.

 

“Wow, it’s way more colorful and detailed this time,” she said, pulling off the lid to show the others. Mommy Game, a game of maternal madness, mayhem, and more read across the cover, this time in elegant gold cursive with the pink outline of a pregnant woman laying on her side comfortably.

 

“Sure it is,” Emily smirked.

 

Susan did not comment, and Polly was too busy pulling out the pieces. The most obvious change, at first, was that the instruction card was now significantly larger to accommodate additional text. Polly wordlessly passed it to Susan, who they had concluded was the better of the two at discerning the game’s will, and set the game board down carefully, not yet opening it as she anticipated that there would be a significant surprise within. She passed out the three women-shaped playing pieces and made three stacks of the “Mommy Cards.”

 

“Ready?” Polly asked Susan with a wicked grin, holding the edge of the board.

 

“Do it!” Susan said with matching expression, and Polly opened it up.

 

The new board was simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar. In their first set of match, there were several sections that the game was broken up into, while during their latest incursion, a single zig-zagging path had replaced it. The game had seemingly reverted to its first version, yet with some differences: The original setup consisted of “First Love, Pregnant, Birth, Feeding, Nurturing, and ‘You Winner!’”

 

“‘Motherhood Desired,’” Susan read aloud, pointing to the start space, proceeding with her index finger to space called “Ovulation”, followed by a series of twelve spaces, “‘Mating,’” then to a set of six, “‘Impregnation’”, a single space, “‘Conception’”, three large sections with 40 spaces each, “‘First, Second, and Third Trimester,’” another single space called “‘Birth,’” followed by 40 more spaces titled “‘Nurturing,’” and another section with two spaces under the title “‘Motherhood Actualized,’ and it looks like we have one called ‘End’ and one called ‘Victory’.”

 

Polly pursed her lips. “So… we’re back to a long drawn out process again? The last bunch of matches were so exciting because everything was so… fast!”

 

“Yeah, and they were very sensational,” Susan agreed with a shrug, “but I always felt the first set were more suspenseful, even after we found out we could revert everything after we won. I like it this way!”

 

Polly shrugged herself as she and Susan sat down. “Well, the game’s always been fun, and it does get more potent each time we play, so I can only assume it has something interesting in mind for us.”

 

Emily joined her friends, studying the different sections. “So, how does this work?”

 

Susan held up the instructions. “‘The goal of the Mommy Game is to reach ‘Motherhood Actualized’ and get to the Victory Space. To do this, each player must cross each section until they reach the End Space before that and roll either a 1 or 6. Any player who successfully rolls goes to the Victory Space and stays there until the end of the game. Rolling anything other than a 1 or 6 will send that player back to the Start Space, ‘Motherhood Desired.’”

 

“That’s a long way to go only for random chance to send you back,” Emily said with wide eyes.

 

“It’s different than before,” Polly noted, also a bit concerned. “The first time we played, you rolled a 6 after birth and were sent back after that. The second time, it was at the end and you rolled a 1 or 6 to win, but it was far easier to reach the end of the game. Jeez….”

 

Susan chuckled. “What’s wrong, not up for a challenge?”

 

“Please,” Polly scoffed, “just a little surprised that this game is going all in on the suspense factor. It must really like you this time.”

 

Susan grinned and continued, “‘All players start by choosing a game piece and placing it on the Start space, ‘Motherhood Desired.’ The game has officially begun for each player once they have rolled the die. Each player who joins and rolls automatically draws the starting Fertility Card and places it in their… card space?’”

 

“Oh yeah, there’s a section for each playing piece,” Polly noted, pointing to a part of the board that they had somehow glanced over. There was a card shaped color-matching space for each playing piece. There was also a multicolored space clearly meant for cards that applied to all players.

 

“Huh,” said Susan before resuming. “‘All Mommy Cards take effect once they have been placed in the player’s card space. All players must add drawn cards to the appropriate space. By rolling the die, the participating player is locked into the game. A player who has not rolled may back out and will be unaffected by the game. Changes to players are permanent until the game is over.’”

 

“Which is when we can either reset or keep all the changes, right?” Emily asked, trying to demonstrate that she had been paying attention earlier despite not believing in the game.

 

“Hang on,” Susan said, furrowing her brow as she examined the rules. Struggling to get an answer, she skipped to the end. “Here we go. ‘Players win the game by reaching the Victory Space. However, the game is only over when all players have done so.’”

 

Polly felt like her jaw was going to hit the floor. “Wait, so all three of us have to win in order for us to go back to normal?!” After taking a moment to recompose herself, she made a whistling sound and chuckled, “Oh wow, this game has upped the stakes!”

 

“It gets better,” Susan stated, “‘Once the game is over, all players will be reset. This happens when all players remove the cards from all of the card slots and putting their pieces there, which can only be done when the game is over. However, first place winner gets a prize: They are allowed to pick one card and keep it in their individual card slot. When reset occurs, that card’s effect will still remain permanent and cannot be reset by another match….’”

 

Susan and Polly became very quiet, Emily too only out of respect for her friends. The two game veterans shared a glance: The game’s options had always been to reset everything and make all of their changes fantasy or impose those changes permanently forever. The latter option was now gone, yet the idea of using the game to selectively modify their bodies over the course of many matches was… enchanting, for a lack of a better term.

 

They shared a glance. “Are you going to do it?” Polly managed after a while.

 

“I...would have to see what cards we get,” Susan answered slowly, running a hand through her hair. “Some of them can be fun, but you know that most of them are impractical for anyone who doesn’t want to spend the rest of their life having babies all the time.”

 

Polly’s lips crept up. “We should all pick Waterlogged.”

 

The room broke out in howls of laughter from the two women, their onlooking friend eventually joining in when her brain finally parsed the joke.

 

“Okay, okay, that was good,” Susan wheezed. “So, the game now has a reward outside of playing. That’s really cool, come to think of it.”

 

“Yeah, despite a lot of the changes being only good for being pregnant or being a mother all the time, there are a few that only apply during birth,” Polly admitted. “And fortunately it’s optional.” She smirked. “Some of the impractical ones are going to be hard to say no to.”

 

Susan rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You just regret your life in track means you can’t have wide hips and a big rack.”

 

“Yeah, so?” Polly answered, sticking her tongue out. She grabbed her customary playing piece, the red piece. “Anyway, we’ve been talking enough about it, let’s actually play!”

 

“Is there anything else in the instructions we should go over?” Emily asked, trying not to let the concern in her voice come through. The extent to which Susan and Polly had managed to consistently maintain this act was making a growing part of her psyche second guess whether or not this was, in fact, an act at all. If Emily was going to suddenly get a crash course in supernatural motherhood, she wanted to be ready.

 

Susan smiled, and Emily could have sworn right before that occurred she saw an eyebrow raise for a very brief moment. “There are guidelines on the types of Mommy Cards for each section and instructions on some of the special spaces like Conception,” she admitted before putting the card back down and grabbing her own blue piece. “But Polly has the right idea. Better to just get on with it.”

 

Emily nodded and took the green piece. She noticed there were three other unclaimed pieces, yellow, orange, and purple. Looks like at least six women could have a game simultaneously. She wondered what would happen, or in her mind what Susan and Polly would say would happen, if a man tried to play. Would they become pregnant as a man or turn into a woman? Clearing her thoughts, she placed down the green piece right after her friends did so onto the Start Space.

 

“Here you go,” Polly passed the die to Susan, “as always.”

 

“You are too kind," Susan answered with a grin and rolled.

 

Part 2

 

“Five,” said Susan.

 

“Here’s a ‘Fertility Card,’” added Polly, passing one over. “Not sure what these are for.”

 

“‘Base Mommy Fertility set at 100%,’” Susan read aloud. “‘Ovulating Mommy guaranteed for conception if egg and sperm meet, no complications.’” She shrugged and set the card down in her card space and moved her piece five spaces down, past Ovulation, to the fourth space in the Mating section. It was the second space in the game to be a Star Space.

 

Susan drew a card, waiting for the text to materialize. “‘Hormonal Havoc,’” she began, before giving a knowing smirk to Polly, who matched it. “‘Mommy's ovaries produce 5x their normal volume of estrogen and pregnancy hormones for 3 turns. Advance 5 spaces.’”

 

As she set her card down, she quickly leaned back into a comfortable position in preparation of what she knew was about to happen. Sure enough, Polly and Emily saw her eyes go wide and roll back as her eyelids shut. Susan gripped the fabric of the couch and cooed a little as hormonal bliss struck her.

 

“Polly…?”

 

“Move your piece?”

 

“Yes please….”

 

Polly smirked and moved the blue piece up. “Guess what?”

 

“Another Star Space?” Susan groaned, eyes still shut.

 

“Yeah, this first section has a whole bunch of them,” Polly remarked, drawing a card and putting it in front of Susan’s face. “Here you go.”

 

Susan opened one eye and took the card, then opened both. “‘Ovary Overload. Mommy’s ovaries release another egg cell. Roll again. For each space cardholder Mommy moves, that egg divides once, resulting in two new eggs.’”

 

“That could be a lot of babies,” Polly observed with a whistle.

 

“Yeah, presumably when ‘Conception’ happens,” Susan agreed, slowly leaning over to roll one more time. “1.”

 

“Wow, lucky you!” said Polly. “That’s only triplets.”

 

“Yeah.” Susan moved her piece down once more, then put a hand to her stomach. “Oh wow, I’m feeling that ovulation,” she sighed, flopping back into the couch. “Your turn.”

 

“About time!” Polly said triumphantly, seizing the die. “4!”

 

She grabbed her own Fertility Card and set it down without reading it. She then moved her red piece to the very first Star Space. She swiped a card and waited. Emily glanced over and furrowed her brow.

 

“That’s blank--” she began only to stop when she saw text materialize. She pulled away abruptly and looked to Polly, who had a huge grin. “It’s… real!”

 

“Welcome to the Mommy Game!’ proclaimed Polly, while Susan merely raised a thumbs up, the most the latter could do in her current state.

 

“Then… all of it…?” Emily managed.

 

“Totally real,” Polly finished, “and since you have not rolled you can back out at any time.” Her expression softened to one that was more empathetic. “Which we definitely not judge you for. When Susan and I first played, this was a horrifying experience. It’s only when we played all the way through that we learned it could be something wonderful.”

 

Emily swallowed and looked down at the daunting path on the board before her, then nodded. “I think I’ll be good,” she said with a shaky nod.

 

Polly smiled and turned back to her card. “Ah yeah! Good old ‘Mammary Modifier’!” she cheered. “Mommy's mammary glands will grow to 3X their current size, and increase milk production 5X. Excess will leak. Advance 4 spaces!”

 

Polly gleefully set down the card in her card space and clutched her breasts. She felt them slowly balloon in her grasp, the fatty tissues and other parts undulating and shifting within, and her nipples becoming very stiff. Though no milk was being produced yet, it still felt--

 

“So good,” she growled in pleasure.

 

With Susan too out of it to make a comment and Emily watching on in shock as her friend’s sports bra filled out in a matter of moments, Polly groped herself for only a few more moments before she reached over and moved the red piece. “Oh wow, another star space,” she said happily, keeping her freehand cupped on one breast.

 

“‘Feminine Charms,’” she read, massaging the boob all the while. “‘To become pregnant, potential mommies need find an get together with potential daddies. Sometimes, the right makeup and clothing will do the trick. Next roll is doubled.”

 

Polly squinted and let go of her chest, trying to figure out if she had missed anything. Shrugging, she began to set down her card. “Well that seems to be quite the odd one YEEP!”

 

The moment Polly let go of the card, a bright white flash and a pop sound filled the room, causing all three women to shut their eyes. Emily and Susan gradually opened theirs to see an odd sight: Polly’s only clothes, her sports bra and sweats, had been replaced with a long black, provocative silk evening gown, and her face (which by no means was unattractive but had always possessed a bit of a tomboy look) had been cover in a light yet complete layer of makeup.

 

Emily blinked while Susan began to giggle gleefully, the sight a wonderful amusement to the latter's hormone addled brain. After a moment, Emily said, “You may want to go check a mirror.”

 

Polly wordlessly got up and walked to the bathroom briskly, tripping on the ankle length fabric a couple times. A few moments later, the two heard an exclamation, “What the fuck?!” This was followed by furious rinsing sounds and exasperated groans.

 

Not too long after, Polly returned with a towel in hand and a slightly damp face, but it somehow the makeup was completely intact. Susan's snickering increased at this and Emily understood why: Despite Polly’s professed enjoyment of the Mommy Game, female sexual pleasure, and lately breast fetishism, Polly loathed girly things.

 

Grumbling to herself, Polly sat down then noticed Emily. “You haven't rolled yet?”

 

“Oh right!” Emily exclaimed, almost jumping in her seat to the betterment of Polly’s mood. She took the die then stopped, her rational brain protesting the fantastic absurdity she was about to bind herself to.

 

Susan noticed this despite her euphoria. “Last chance to back out,” she noted softly, closing her eyes shut. “Don’t feel bad if you do.”

 

Emily inhaled sharply with her nostrils and exhaled. “No, I think I would,” she half-muttered, half stated, shaking the die and letting it go. Polly let out a cheer as it landed. “6.”

 

“A great first roll!” Polly observed, "though you’re gonna need those later on."

 

Emily took the Fertility Card that Polly passed her and set it down without looking at it, not bothering to look at it since she knew the contents. She then began to moving her piece, her movement stalling only briefly as she felt a warmth in her abdomen. It was not unfamiliar; despite her normal infertility, she would still ovulate like any other woman, the eggs just simply did not… work. Finally, she set her piece down on her very first Star Space, the one right after Susan’s first for this board.

 

She then cautiously drew a Mommy Card and held it delicately, almost reverently now that she knew the supernatural power it possessed. Like the one she observed Polly holding, the text materialized onto the blank white space.

 

“‘Open wide for opportunity,’” read Emily, not recalling this one from some of the cards that Susan and Polly had described. “‘Mommy knows that to get pregnant quickly, and to have babies readily, her vagina must be 'open' to do what it must do! Mommy's vagina is hereby opened!’”

 

“Oo, last time we saw that it was happening late game,” said Polly as Emily set the card down.

 

As she let the card go, Emily felt her crotch tingle. Taking Polly’s self-touching earlier as a sign that she would not be judged for the same, Emily reached her hand down into her sweats. Sure enough, her labia were not only aroused but somehow spread open, as if held in such a position by an invisible and intangible pair of fingers. It was odd… yet also arousing, as much as part of Emily did not want to admit it.

 

“Feel nice?” Polly asked bemusedly, causing Emily to jump.

 

“Oh, um, I think so,” she squawked, blushing. “The, uh, card didn’t tell me to move or roll again.”

 

“Yeah, sometimes they don’t do so,” Polly said. “Your turn Susan!”

 

“Whatever gets me those babies faster… or this effect done faster,” Susan grumbled, almost sleepily. Rolling the die, she got a 2, landing on the last space before Impregnation, another Star Space. Wordlessly, she moved her piece and drew another card.

 

“‘Sexual Seeker. Babies only happen because of sex, so a good mommy knows how to have lots of sex.’” The three women snickered at this line, including Susan despite her ongoing effect. “‘Move straight to the first Star Space of Impregnation. In the future, all rolls that would take Mommy past Ovulation move her to the first Star Space of Impregnation.”

 

“So you never have to do the Mating section again this game, even if you get sent back by the end of the board,” said Emily, her enthusiasm growing.

 

“Now you are catching on,” Polly cheered, ruffling her friend’s hair playfully. This was a normal thing for her track teammate to do, but given the feminine makeup and cleavage-emphasizing dress Emily found the action amusing--

 

“OH! Oh oh oh oh!” Susan squealed the moment she had set her piece down, jumping back into her seat.

 

“What is it?!” Polly exclaimed, suddenly worried. “You’re not even pregnant! You can’t be giving birth!”

 

“My… m-m-my pussy!” Susan managed in a high pitched voice, a mix of worry and arousal in her voice. “There’s… there’s… there’s a fucking cock in it!”

 

Both Polly and Emily’s eyes widened and their gazes met. “You’re kidding me,” Polly deadpanned.

 

With an impatient growl, Susan shoved her sweatpants down her legs. All three women stared. They could not see an disembodied penis embedded in Susan’s crotch, but her vaginal lips were spread and slightly moving as if an invisible, aetherial phallus was actively penetrating her. Sure enough, as a little time went on for the transfixed onlookers, a growing squelching sound formed as Susan’s vagina moistened in response to the unexpected yet enjoyable sensation.

 

“This… this is new,” Polly admitted after a while, dazed and unable to avert her eyes.

 

“Do something useful and get the instructions!!!” Susan snapped impatiently.

 

“Whoa, okay, jeez!” Polly replied defensively, though she didn’t take it personally and she spun around to grab the instruction card. Nothing in the previous versions of the game involved any form of sexual intercourse with phantasmic dicks. The only genitalia in the game were that of the participating women. The idea of the game literally fucking them was… more surreal that average.

 

“Okay, here we go!” she said, holding up the card. “‘Impregnation is where Mating escalates into actual baby making. Player automatically has a constant sensation of active vaginal penetration and intercourse until they reach Conception. Player must reach the Conception space, where they must roll a 1 or 6. If successful, ovum is fertilized. Semen is manifested in player’s uterus and vagina, just as if male ejaculation had occurred. If the player rolls a 2 or 5, they go back to Start. If the player rolls 3 or 4, they go back to the first space of Impregnation but do not draw a Mommy Card. Any roll that would take the player past Conception automatically puts them there.’”

 

Susan sighed, though it unintentionally came out as a sexual moan between her still-active hormonal havoc and the new penetration sensation. “Well, I, ah, suppose this, ah, makes sense,” she managed to say. “Heck, I, ah, was secretly wanting, oh, more realism to the game to keep the, ah, suspense up!”

 

“It doesn’t get more realistic than a guy putting his cock in your pussy and knocking you up,” Polly admitted. She bit her lip as she started to realize that this was exactly one of the reasons why she played: Enjoyable sensations. The game must have read more than Susan’s mind, she mused in her head.

 

“So… we have to do that too, right?” Emily asked, indicating herself and Polly and then the actively penetrated vaginal opening before them.

 

“Looks like,” Polly answered. “Oh, Susan! You got another Mommy Card!”

 

“Mind, uh, bringing that over?” Susan pleaded. “I’m a bit distracted, OH!”

 

Polly nodded and passed a card over.

 

“‘Quick’ uh ‘finish!’ Some, ah ah, daddies don’t have a lot stamina, ah, so mommies don’t, uh, always get, ah, to have the, oh, most fun they could while making babies!’ Uh, the game is not wrong!” Susan chuckled despite everything. “‘Go straight to Conception!’ Yeah!”

 

Polly quickly moved her piece over and handed her the die. “1 or 6 and you’re pregnant!” Polly said encouragingly.

 

Susan nodded, gasping in pleasure. Despite how unexpected the sensation was, it did feel good. The game’s penis was not lacking. Nonetheless she gave the die a couple good shakes and released her hand….

 

“1!” she exclaimed, then emitted a particularly loud, “OH!” The sensation was unmistakable: Hot liquid was being pumped into her vagina, and between her hormones and her throes of passion she could have sworn that it was making its way through her cervix into uterus. She felt the invisible cock sliding out of her, and some of the liquid dribbling out of her.

 

Sure enough, when all three women looked, there was indeed a white substance coming out of her opening. “The game just came in you,” Emily said, stunned.

 

Susan let her head fall back in satisfaction, the hormones taking the edge off of her remaining anxiety and reinforcing her original desires. “I’m pregnant!” she muttered triumphantly.

 

“Congrats!” Polly said, giving Susan’s stomach a celebratory pat before turning to the woman next to her. “Well Emily, we got our work cut out for us. Ready to get fucked by the Mommy Game?”

 

Emily took in another deep breath. “Not really,” she admitted with a nervous laugh.

 

“That’s the spirit!” Polly grabbed the die and rolled getting a 3. However, this put her into the last non-star space in Mating.

 

“Rats. Your turn Emily.”

 

Emily took the die, shook it a couple times, and dropped it. “6.”

 

“Another one? Lucky you!”

 

Emily was now just past Polly on a Star Space. With her gut squirming slightly, she took another Mommy Card and waited for the text to manifest. “‘Motherly duty,’” she read aloud.

 

“Oh boy!” Polly exclaimed with a whistle, knowing what was coming next.

 

“‘All mommies know their duty is to become pregnant, and to bear as many babies as possible. However, mommies cannot become pregnant, nor have babies when their vaginas are hidden behind the shame of clothing. This game hereby frees your vaginas to do their motherly duty, by banishing all clothing that would impede, hinder, or interfere in the slightest with impregnation and birth, the cornerstones of motherly duty! All advance three spaces.’” Emily set the card down in the multicolored card space.

 

In an instant, Emily and Susan’s sweatpants disappeared and reappeared next to the fireplace, along with part of the fabric of Polly’s dress. The latter’s dress had been ripped in two, with only the top part covering her. Emily and Polly were now just as exposed as Susan.

 

Emily immediate shut her thighs together, her face growing red with embarrassment, while Susan remained too out of it to really react, especially since she had already thrown down her sweatpants minutes ago. Polly scowled at the fact that she had just been forced into the dress only for the bottom part to be torn off so her pussy was available for the entire world to see.

 

“We should have just started naked anyway,” she stated in exasperation, ripping the remained of her dress off, her now large C cups flopping down against her ribcage as she lifted the fabric away. “C’mon you two, off with the clothes.”

 

Susan opened her eyes, looked at Polly, and shrugged, pulling her blouse off to reveal her own D cup breasts. The two then turned to Emily, both somewhat expectant looking. After a few moments, Emily rolled her eyes and took off her sports bra, exposing her meager A cups (which she knew based on the trajectory of the game were not going to remain that size for much longer).

 

“I still have to move three spaces, right?” Emily asked dryly. Two other women nodded. With a sigh, Emily lifted her piece and moved it the second space in the Impregnation section, and then let the piece go.

 

“Aahh!” The sensation began the moment she released the piece, the feeling of a large fleshy rod pushing into her from below, deep into her core. Yes, it was insubstantial in nature, as the hand that flew to her pussy reminded her, but the vaginal walls within were experiencing a cock that felt like a cock and fucked like a cock. And although her mind and heart were not ready for an aetherial penis conjured by a magical board game to take her, her body was already changing course, resulting in a mix of embarrassment and unease that only increased her arousal.

 

With some difficulty, she drew another Mommy Card. “‘Sensual lover!’” she cried out quickly. “‘Mmmmooommyyy feels s-safe and secure in the, ah, hah, arms of her companion, content for a time, muh, to enjoy the pleasures, ah of impregnation! Do not move any further this turn!’ Ah, wait, nooo...!”

 

The anxiety in her voice dropped like mist clearing from a field, and she gently set her card down, cooing lustfully as the rod continued to move in and out. For the moment, she was content to be here, her pussy filled.

 

Part 3

 

 

Polly watched on as Emily slinked back into the couch, the latter bucking her hips occasionally in response to the invisible dick inside and her eyes glazing over from imposed contentment. A part of Polly’s brain noted that the game had, in fact, applied the contentment effect to Emily before the player had set the card down. The instructions had not been 100% honest, but Polly didn’t mind it because she understood it.

 

The game was the one in charge. Whenever it was played, the game was the one that called the shots. Aside from rolling the die and making choices on which effects their preferred when presented with the occasional option, the players had limited agency and their own non-game capacity as humans decreased over time as they became baby-breeding machines and their bodies became more and more specialized for that task (and less and less useful for anything else other than that and accompanying pleasure).

 

What was different this time around is that the game had been more clear from the beginning about its consent clause. So Polly understood that in exchange for that clear yes at the start, the three of them would be preemptively consenting to a lot more later on without the ability to refuse. She assumed that Susan understood it and that maybe Emily did at some level too. And that was okay, because there was one thing consistent across the game: There was always the option to reset. The game was always honest about that.

 

“I need to roll, right Polly?”

 

Susan’s voice snapped Polly out of her thoughts. “Oh, uh yeah, three spaces,” Polly said, “I got it.”

 

Polly advanced Susan’s piece as the latter gave a feeble thumbs up. The now pregnant mother was into her first trimester, though only at the beginning. Star Spaces in this section were sparse; it was the second trimester where things picked up and the third where the entire area was saturated with few empty spaces, most likely to accelerate players directly into vast bodily changes and inevitably birthing.

 

Susan, however, was glad to soon get her intellect back, and forced herself to lean forward to collect the die. With a casual roll, she got a 3 and ended up skipping the first Star Space. As soon as she moved her piece and let go, she could feel the fog in her mind fall off and her senses return.

 

“Whoa, that was a long headtrip,” she said, blinking and shaking her head a couple times. Her eyes fell to her crotch and after a long moment, she reached down and stuck a finger inside, then pulled it out. Gooey white cum clung to it, very real. To Polly’s amazement and against her own rational instincts, she swiftly stuck the finger in her mouth and licked it off, smacking her lips for a moment.

 

“Salty,” she remarked. Though not as obsessed with the raw sensationalism of the game as Polly, Susan was very comfortable with her sexuality and with sex itself. This was not the first time she had tasted semen.

 

With a big exhale, Polly grabbed her piece and advanced herself into the last empty space in Mating. However, it was now her turn and her next roll was doubled, so Impregnation was likely around the corner. She swiftly took the die and rolled.

 

A 4, which meant an 8. “And that takes me....” Polly muttered, counting her move before she picked up her piece, “to the very last space of Impregnation.”

 

“Afraid to get fucked?” Susan teased, leaning back into the couch and giving her still dripping pussy a quick pat as cum continued to dribble from it.

 

“Please,” Polly snorted, and she abruptly moved the piece to the Star Space and let go.

 

“OH!” she cried out loudly, both of her hands going to her own crotch as she arched her back. She too now felt what Susan had felt and what was making Emily continue to moan quietly next to her. However, though Polly was less experienced in normal sex than Susan, this strange situation still felt very right.

 

“Yeah, that’s a good dick…” she purred, biting her lip and closing her eyes as the cock rocked her deeper and deeper. Susan chuckled at this but said nothing, patiently waiting for Polly to grab her card.

 

It was awhile, but Polly finally reached over and took a Mommy Card. “‘Oral Surprise,’” she read in a lustful voice, the unintentional persona of which was sold to Susan by the imposed makeup from earlier. “‘Daddies’ seed is meant for making babies, but sometimes daddies like to put it in really naughty places.’ Oh yes they do, fuck! Mm! ‘Ejaculation occurs in Mommy’s mouth.’ Wait, wh--?!”

 

Before Polly could react at all, the invisible cock was abruptly yanked out of her vagina and shoved into her open lips, all the way into her throat. She had no preparation before several very long spurts of hot cum were released down her gullet, causing her to gag a little bit. To Susan’s amazement, it was like Polly was holding her lips in a very precise ‘o’ and miming a gag reflex.

 

After several moments, the cock came out and Polly gasped for breath as it was shoved right back in between her legs were it had left off, the aetherial rod seemingly able to get it back up instantly unlike an actual man. Doing her best to clear her throat of the sticky, savory substance and recover from the abrupt oral penetration, Polly eventually lifted her card back up to her face. “‘Go back three spaces and draw when prompted,’” she finished hoarsely, the unasked for “Oral Surprise” making her a bit too cross to fully enjoy the cock returning to where she had previously liked it.

 

Polly moved her piece back and snatched up a new card from the deck. “‘Hardcore. Daddies get Mommies pregnant more easily when Mommies are enjoying sex and climax, which makes Conception easier. To do this, Daddies need to give it hard and rough. Penetration speed and force doubled whenever Cardholder Mommy is in Impregnation. Roll die again.’”

 

As soon as Polly set the card down, she cried out again. The movements of the cock within her had been long and even, but now they were faster, harder, and she could even feel the head reaching her cervix. She moaned loudly as it rammed into her, crying out without abandon in pleasure.

 

It felt like an eternity before Polly came out of her sexual euphoria, and it was the sound of another woman moaning… and it wasn’t Emily. Polly’s shot open to see Susan rubbing her clit while watching her friend get rutted, clearly getting off from the display.

 

“We are all naked, are experiencing sex in front of each other, and are going to be morphed in very sexual ways,” Susan explained herself, not stopping. “I think at this point we should all be comfortable with this.”

 

Grinning in between her throes of pleasure, Polly nodded at Susan and forced herself up to retrieve the die. She needed a 4 or better to reach Conception, and then a 1 or a 6 to actually get pregnant and get into the meat of the game, as fun as the immaterial meat in vagina was. She took the die up long enough to raise it and let it go.

 

“5!” she exclaimed, and moved her piece over to the Conception space before she had to stop and fall back a little as the sensation continued to build up within her core. She was getting close to release: This was the time.

 

“Don’t fail me now game,” she pleaded desperately, in wanton abandon of any reservation. In her very first match, she was terrified of being made pregnant by this game, and now, she wanted nothing more than it to fill her with its seed and breed her.

 

“SSIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!” she shrieked as orgasm took her and the liquid she desired filed her core, greedily accepted by her contracting cervix. Even in her present state, Emily was startled by the noise. Susan came herself, moments later, albeit not nearly as loudly or as hard.

 

“Hah hah hah, yeees…!” Polly sighed with a goofy smile. “Mommy game, you’re a wonderful fuck…”

 

“No kidding,” Susan agreed lustfully. “Emily, it’s your turn to join us.”

 

Emily sighed as the daze she had been in fell off. “Right, back to it.” She picked up the dice and rolled. “3.”

 

She moved her piece and drew, the still constant penetration causing her to occasionally moan but not much else right now. “‘To Loosen or Not to Loosen,’” she read to others, then snickered. “Yay, a Shakespeare parody. ‘The vagina is one of the best tools a Mommy has in their quest to make babies. However, it does not always fit every situation. A tight vagina is great for sex, while a loose vagina is great for giving birth. A choice must now be made. Option 1: Cardholder Mommy’s vagina becomes tight for duration of game unless this effect is negated by a subsequent card. As long as it is tight, Cardholder Mommy goes straight to Conception upon reaching an Impregnation space without needing to draw. Birthing, however, might be less pleasant with this effect on. Option 2: Cardholder Mommy’s vagina becomes loose for duration of game unless this effect is negated by a subsequent card. Birthing as a result will be easier. However, all rolls while Cardholder Mommy is in Impregnation are halved, rounded up. Verbally indicate which option is desired to choose, then roll again.’”

 

“That’s a new card,” Susan noted, “but a pretty standard concept for this game. Most of the helpful bonuses usually are meant to make giving birth a less painful experience. When I had my twins in the first round, the contractions could be uncomfortable but the babies pretty much just slid out. My hips were very wide, my vagina was large, and I didn’t have a pelvic bone to get in the way.”

 

“In other words, option 2 is probably the best choice,” Polly said. “Accept a short term penalty with a long term gain. It will really help if you have to make a lot of babies, and it could still happen even after Conception.”

 

Emily nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go with option 2,” she answered, putting her card down. She felt the loosening happen, the vaginal walls now holding the cock inside with less of a firm grip. She then took the die and rolled, though she knew that anything would get her to the Conception space anyway. “5.”

 

She moved to the Conception space, yelping as the cock brushed against her cervix briefly. She recollected the die and rerolled.

 

“4,” she groaned.

 

“At least you don’t have to move too far back,” Susan reassured her.

 

“And yet get to draw another card,” Polly added.

 

The edges of Emily’s lips turned up briefly at her friends trying to comfort her while she moved back. She took another card. “‘Quick finish. Some daddies don’t have a lot stamina so mommies don’t…’ wait, this is the same card you got earlier Susan!” Emily realized part of the way through. “‘Go straight to Conception!’”

 

“Yeah, the same card can be drawn more than once.”

 

“Works for me!” Emily moved her piece up, thankful that the game was being kind to her. “Here we go…!”

 

The die rolled across the table, stopping at--

 

“1!” all three of them cheered, followed by Emily’s loud gasp as the invisible cock finished within her and disappeared.

 

“I-I’m gonna be a mom…!” Emily stammered, the corners of her eyes tearing up slightly.

 

Polly hugged her friend. “Yes you are! It might not be a normal pregnancy and the baby goes away after the game is over, but you get to experience the whole thing!”

 

Emily smiled and hugged back. My only regret now is that I can’t keep the baby and take him or her home, she thought, a slightly melancholy idea amid a lot of joy. Wait a minute though….

 

As Polly let go, Emily looked down at her card slot. Though she did not take the card in question from it as she knew that was against the rules, she recalled the description of the Fertility Card they all started off with. It said that it changed the base fertility of the player. She also recalled that Polly not only indicated the Fertility Cards were new, but that the game changed based on the desires of the players.

 

So what if the Fertility Cards were only there because Emily was the one player who was barren and the game had to create a mechanic just for her to change that fact? Granted, it was a magical board game that caused phantom penises and immaculate, rapid pregnancies and then reverse time itself, but it was still a board game with rules that were largely consistent. And more over, what if the game, with its evident semi-sentience, created this mechanic as an incentive for Emily to play, not just for the joy of experiencing pregnancy in the context of the game but… outside of it?

 

The winner of the game could keep one card and make its effects permanent to herself. The Fertility Card was a card like any other. Emily had but to win the game and all she needed to realize her adult life dream was the very first card she had drawn.

 

Emily eyed Susan and Polly as soon as the former rolled a “3.” She was about to share her revelation but kept her mouth shut. She knew that her friends would then want to help her and try to throw the match. Polly had compared this game to the fictional Jumanji. The game would probably not accept the three collaborating. This was still a competition.

 

I just have to get lucky and beat these two veterans, Emily decided. They said we could do multiple matches, so I need but win at least one.

 

Susan set her piece down on another empty space and passed the die to Polly, who rolled a 5 for her very first roll of the actual pregnancy section. To everyone’s excitement, this took Polly to the first Star Space of the section. With a grin, Polly drew a card.

 

“‘Happy Hips!’ Oh, a tried and true one! ‘Mommy's hips will become 2X wider. Increase muscle strength of birthing muscles for 3 turns. Advance 7 spaces!’”

 

Polly set her card down and put her hands on her hips. Emily watched wide-eyed as her friend’s hips did indeed widen, going from their narrow form to that more befitting a much larger woman.

 

“Yeah, that’s the stuff,” Polly sighed contently.

 

Emily took her die and rolled, ready to embark on her journey of pregnancy. “1,” she said, slightly disappointed.

 

“That happens,” Susan said with a shrug.

 

“Yeah.”

 

Susan rolled a 2, taking her just past another Star Space. Polly rolled a 6 and also missed the same space, winding up on the same square as Susan. Emily came just shy of one with a 3. Susan came just shy of another Star Space with a 4, and Polly the same with a 3. Emily, however, reached a Star Space with a 1.

 

“‘Voluptuous Vagina.’ Hey, isn’t this one you told me about?”

 

“That’s definitely another common one,” Polly answered with a big nod. “You’re gonna have a really easy time with your baby if this keeps up.”

 

“‘Mommy's vagina will double in size and sensitivity.’ No kidding! ‘Advance 5 spaces!’”

 

Emily set her card down and groaned in pleasure as her vagina began to swell and expand. Her opening also widened, the top and bottom pushing out in each direction, and her labia enlarging as well. The reshaping took some time, but when she reached down to touch herself out of curiosity, she found that the increase in sensitivity had been applied instantly. The slightest touch sent waves of pleasure across her entire body.

 

“Oh man,” Emily sighed. “I almost wish Jeff was here.”

 

Polly and Susan giggled at this. “It’s a good one,” the former said.

 

Emily moved her piece again and found herself on a second Star Space. She took her next card, no longer with any hesitation. “‘Mammary Modifier. Mommy's mammary glands will grow to 3X their current size, and increase milk production 5X. Excess will leak. Advance 4 spaces!’”

 

This feeling was even more fascinating to Emily, whose breasts had always been almost nonexistent. They swelled and shifted, filling out and stretching out as they expanded and began to hang down over her rib cage. Though they had only increased to about a C cup just shy of Polly’s, they definitely had a heft to them, the flesh pulling down from her upper chest. She was not leaking, but she definitely felt liquid sloshing within as she cupped them in her palms and squeezed gently.

 

“Wow,” Emily breathed. She was barely into the game proper and she felt like a completely different woman. Shaking her head, she moved her piece over once more, though she skipped a third Star Space. “Aw.”

 

Polly howled in laughter. “Someone is getting into this!”

 

“Oh shut up!” Emily retorted playfully.

 

Susan rolled her eyes in bemusement and took the die. “5, so no more luck there.” She moved her piece past two Star Spaces onto another open space, then leaned back with a slight frown. “Oo, there’s some queasiness!”

 

Polly blinked. “You didn’t have that last time we played. None of us did. Heck, you didn’t the first time, I did.”

 

Susan shrugged. “Given that this game has expanded on the nitty-gritty details, I imagine these things are going to pop up more,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”

 

“Okay I guess,” Polly said. “Aw, 1.”

 

Emily rolled. “5 and a Star Space!” She draw another card. “‘Water logged!’”

 

“And your first true penalty,” Susan chirped.

 

“No game of ‘Mommy Game’ is complete without it,” Polly noted.

 

Emily nodded, recalling this card mentioned several times. “‘Mommy's uterus and vagina double fluid production rate for remainder of game. Excess fluids will leak. Move back 4 spaces.’”

 

Sure enough, a small dribble of fluid began to emanate from her wide-open crotch and onto the couch, a bit of the remaining cum joining. “Sorry about that,” Emily said sheepishly.

 

“Don’t worry about,” Susan reassured her. “Remember, the game resets.”

 

“Oh yeah, right!”

 

Emily moved back a bit on the board and passed the die to Susan, who rolled a 4. “I am not getting any Star Spaces,” she observed in slight disappointment. “At least the rest of the board is full of them.”

 

Polly dropped the die. “And another 1 for me, but at least it’s a Star Space.” She drew a card. “‘Mommy Measurements! Player's height adjusted for optimum pregnancy, birthing, and nurturing height. Move forward 5 spaces.’ This one sounds familiar….”

 

Polly set the card down and yelped, the other women jumping in the seats as well. Her arms and legs pulsed several times, shrinking significantly. It was over in a matter of moments, but no less of a disconcerting sight.

 

“Now I remember,” she muttered as she stood up shakily, Susan and Emily doing so as well. “Susan, you got this card the first time we played.”

 

“I did,” Susan admitted, wide-eyed. Polly who before stood 5’9” to Susan’s 5’11” and Emily’s 6’2”, now stood at 5’ exactly. As a result, her arms and legs had become somewhat more stocky as the flesh and muscle that was already there had nowhere else to go. Already, between this new change, her somewhat larger breasts, and her double sized hips (which had caused her abdomen and ass to widen as well to compensate), Polly had gone from a slender, athletic woman to a smaller, more pear-shaped one with only a few cards played, and they hadn’t even advanced very far in their pregnancies. Such was the power of the game.

 

“So, this is not a common card?” Emily asked in trepidation, trying to keep her legs closed while standing due to the awkwardness of the continuing drippage.

 

“No, we’ve only seen this once,” Susan answered. “I got this towards the end of our first game. I… suppose it makes sense much earlier on?”

 

After a few moments, all three women shook their heads and sat back down, Polly moving her piece forward. She scrunched up her face. “Wow, now I’m getting it,” she groaned, leaning back.

 

“You too, huh?” Susan asked rhetorically in surprise. “I admit I wanted more realism, but the game seems to be making things more…”

 

“Potent,” Polly finished for her, still looking ill. “We shouldn’t be surprised. Each time we play, it gets more potent. We’ve been warned.”

 

Emily took the die and rolled a 3, not getting significantly farther. She passed the die to Susan, who rolled a 5 and came just shy of a Star Space. However, as Susan handed the die to Polly, she happened to put her other hand on her stomach and found it was a little firmer than before, though there was not quite a bulge just yet. She smiled at this, and when the other two noticed they did so as well, looking forward to the same for themselves and more. Indeed, Polly rolled a 6, ended up past a Star Space but when she checked herself she noticed the same change had occurred.

 

Emily took the die and rolled another 1. Although this was another unlucky roll in progress, she was now on a Star Space. “Let’s see what’s in store for me,” she stated. “‘Mommy Affinity. It is natural for Mommies to sexually desire Daddies, since babies would otherwise not be born. However, Mommies are inherently close to each other, as they are the only ones to know what each other goes through during pregnancy, birth, and nurturing. So, why shouldn’t they all enjoy each others’ bodies?’” Emily stopped at this, looking up to the others nervously.

 

Susan and Polly were both looking uncomfortable at this, but the latter gestured. “You have to read the whole thing,” Polly said quietly.

 

Emily lowered her eyes slowly back to the text. “‘All mommies are sexual attracted to each other for the remainder of the game,’” she finished shakily.

 

She looked to the multicolored card space and back to the others, her hand trembling around the card--

 

“Emily.”

 

Her eyes snapped to Susan, who had a stern but not hostile expression. “You have to play the game exactly as it tells you to,” she stated firmly, though there was some unease in her voice. “We have never found out what happens if we disobey or cheat, and given that our very bodies and by extension our day-to-day lives are on the line we never will. This will obviously push us way beyond our comfort zone, but then again we all just had sex with the game, so…” She sighed. “Don’t worry about it.”

 

Emily looked over to Polly, who after a long moment also nodded. She set down the card….

 

...and all three women began to feel something entirely new.

 

Part 4

 

Susan, a woman in her late twenties in a mostly monogamous relationship with a man, had largely considered herself a sexually liberated person, but never really bisexual or a lesbian. Seeing another woman get off from an aetherial dick, or even a normal one, was arousing to her, but not in that the other woman attracted her so much as she desired what they were experiencing from afar. And although the Mommy Game had always been a sexual game, she had never seen her shared enjoyment of the game with Polly as a sexual relationship.

 

Polly, a tomboy at heart who had rarely been in any relationships, had been largely shut off from anything sexual until her first experience with the Mommy Game. She had always expected, however, to end up with a man. As she played the Game more, she had begun to explore her sexuality, though it had largely been in the context of the sensations of the game and only on occasion did the idea of vaginal intercourse and actual impregnation come into her mind. She, also, did not consider herself to be in any sexual relationship with Susan.

 

Emily, a loving wife with an equally loving husband in a modern western marriage, had mostly fantasized about the pregnancy from within the context of the marriage, and those fantasies had not been very extreme for the most part. Aside from the extensive sex the two had attempted to pull off conception, Emily’s fetish beyond getting pregnant was getting pregnant over and over again. Even though she was independent, capable person with a career just like her husband, she relished the notion of being a breeder wife, constantly at home knocked-up, never having a period again. Being with a woman, sexually, never entered her fantasies until earlier that day.

 

And now, because the game willed it thus, the three newly pregnant women all wanted each other.

 

Which made things very awkward. Catching each other’s eye resulting in longing, lustful stares and then moments of nervous glancing away. This occurred for a good five minutes, all while their breathing became irregular, their faces flushed, and their pussies wet with musky arousal.

 

Finally, Polly had had enough. “Look!” she shouted and brought her hands down upon their shoulders, startling both of the women next her with her voice and touch. “The game has decided we are going to want to have sex with each other now, and as things get more and more erotic that’s only going to get more and more tempting. All three of us are adult, mature women and are friends playing a game together… supernatural or not! So can we please just agree to be comfortable with each other, enjoy wherever this takes us, and keep playing?”

 

After a long moment, Susan put a hand on Polly’s. “Yes, and you didn’t have to shout,” she answered with a raised eyebrow, her face no less flushed.

 

“Shu-shut up,” Polly managed, embarrassed and aroused by the touch. “You know exactly why I said--”

 

Polly stopped abruptly when she felt her other hand taken and placed on something soft. She turned her gaze to see that Emily had placed the hand on her right breast and was holding it there.

 

“I… I agree with you,” Emily said softly, feeling hot and short of breath. “This game is going to only get more… arousing over time. Might as well enjoy it as we can, right?”

 

Polly could not help but gape at that statement, but eventually regained her composure. “Right,” she agreed, and gave the breast a good squeeze, causing Emily to coo in pleasure.

 

Susan smiled and gestured for all three of them to recline comfortably into the sofa, freeing her hands to pull the table a little closer. Once she did, she snuggled up a little closer to Polly, putting her friend’s hand on her own thigh while taking the die.

 

“6,” she murmured, enjoying the feeling of Polly’s hand as it started to move along her leg. She moved her piece forward, short of a Star Space, and passed the die along, feeling her stomach beginning to swell out a little now. Sure enough, she finally had a bulge, almost fully at the end of the third month mark.

 

Polly saw and grinned at this, wanting only the same thing. “Oh wow, 6 for me too!” she said once she had rolled. She moved to another empty space and hand the die to Emily, then quickly put her free hand on her own belly. It too was pushing out a bit, though not quite as much.

 

Emily rolled quickly, wanting to join them in pregnant paradise, but got a mere 2 and did not progress further. Susan rolled yet another 6, an astounding streak of luck, and although she missed a Star Space she bounded out of the First Trimester into the Second, her belly growing to that a three month long pregnancy and then a little more still. The reason was obvious: She was carrying triplets.

 

“I feel like this going a bit slow and we could use more Star Spaces,” Polly remarked, then smiled mischievously as a memory bubbled to the surface of her mind. “I feel like we could use more Star Spaces,” she repeated more forcefully.

 

Nothing happened. “More Star Spaces, please,” she intoned, demand in her voice.

 

Still nothing.

 

“What gives?” Polly complained.

 

“I think the game likes my ideas more right now,” Susan smirked, leaning into Polly’s side in such a way that their bellies brushed against each other and the former’s left breast squished into the latter’s right arm.

 

“Oooo… yeah, I guess so,” Polly sighed, the sensations she was experiencing distracting her from her frustration. “I just don’t like poor Emily here missing out.”

 

“I’ll be fine,” Emily reassured Polly, rubbing the latter’s shoulder affectionately. She pouted at the table. “But yeah, some more Star Spaces would be great about now….”

 

She stopped as all three women noticed several of the spaces in the First Trimester section morph into Star Spaces. “That works,” she muttered, her spirits lifted somewhat.

 

“I guess it likes you,” Polly remarked, rolling a 2.

 

Emily took the die and rolled a 5, reaching a new Star Space and taking a new card. “‘Huge Hips! Mommy's hips grow 3X! Advance 8 spaces!’ Oh boy!”

 

She put the card down and then laid her hands down on her hips. Bone and flesh pushed out in every direction, though mostly to her left and right. She could feel more flesh forming, her back, ass, and upper thighs filling out more.

 

“No problems with your baby,” Susan said as Emily took in the ongoing change. After a couple of minutes, Emily was wider than Polly, though her height kept the change from being quite as out of place as Polly’s had been. “Shall I move you up?”

 

“Oh yes please,” Emily groaned, leaning back into the sofa. Her hip enlargement had not been painful but it did take a bit out of her. What was more pleasurable was when Susan moved Emily’s piece to the last ten spaces of the First Trimester, causing her belly to finally begin to swell out. The beginnings of her bulge were there.

 

“At last,” she sighed, giving her belly a rub. The sensation only increased the tingling in her groin.

 

Susan smiled widely at the sight and took the die. She didn’t get far though with a 2. Polly rolled a 4 next, just shy of the end of the First Trimester and a Star Space. Emily rolled a 5, not far behind Polly and scoring one of the last few Star Spaces in that Trimester.

 

“Now I’m getting all the cards,” she laughed, shifting a little in her seat as her belly swelled slightly and drawing. “‘Womb Watershed. Mommy's uterus and vagina produce 2X more fluids for remainder of game. Excess will leak.’ Huh, on top of the last one?”

 

Sure enough, the light dribble from her pussy now became a more steady trickle, a clear patch on the sofa becoming more and more wet. “Hang on, I’m going to get towels,” said Polly standing up. As she did, she wobbled on the spot for more than a couple moments, shocked by the change in her center of gravity.

 

“You okay Polly?” Susan asked in concern.

 

“Yeah, it’s just… more than I was expecting,” Polly answered, shaking her head and beginning to move again towards the nearby cupboard where the towels were kept. “I mean, it was always a little heavy, but this time it feels like a lot, and we aren’t really that far along.”

 

She returned with an entire stack, passing one to a grateful Emily. “It’s kind of like the easy mode was turned off and this is a lot closer to the real thing.”

 

 

Susan cocked an eyebrow. “Polly, we have carried children to actual childbirth playing this game.”

 

“Yeah, but you can’t ignore the fact that it feels much closer to doing it normally.”

 

“I suppose.”

 

Susan rolled an 5 and moved up. Polly rolled and got a 5, finally passing the end of the First Trimester and reaching her first Star Space in a while. “Nice!” she exclaimed, moving up the board, her bulge shifting out a little. “Okay Game, give me something nice and juicy!”

 

“Don’t tempt it,” Susan snickered.

 

“I prefer to tempt it!” Polly countered playfully. “Let’s see… ‘Severe Weight Gain!’ Wait, what?”

 

Emily, who had been pleasuring herself by rubbing circles around her belly and was gradually moving down south, perked up at this. “So the game can… make us fat?”

 

Susan nodded. “Yeah, but I’ve only gotten a couple cards that added a few pounds, nothing big. This sounds like a lot.”

 

“‘Sometimes pregnancy hormones don’t work out and Mommies can lose their slender girlish figure. An unfortunate byproduct of the purpose of Motherhood. Choose one. Option 1: Cardholder Mommy gains 150 pounds of fat and advance 15 spaces.’ Yikes! ‘Option 2: All Mommies gain 50 pounds of fat and advance 5.’”

 

“Well, I guess we’re all going to be a bit heavier,” Susan said with shrug. “That is a lot of weight just put on one… Polly?”

 

Polly’s fascinated eyes were stuck on the card in wonder. Since getting into the Mommy Game, she had gained a breast fetish, enjoying the feeling of two or more large bags of flesh hanging down from her chest. Lactation was also pleasurable, but it was size of the tits themselves that aroused her. What she hadn’t considered was what it was like for large folds of flesh to hang from her entire body. She had always been an athletic, thin woman. Now that she held this card, her hand connected to a body recently diminished in stature and widened in waist, she wondered what it was like on the opposite side of the spectrum. She knew that her postpartum belly would give her some baggy fat, but it wasn’t quite the same thing.

 

Susan, meanwhile, felt like she could see this entire thought process going through Polly’s brain and her eyes widened at what she believed was about to happen. “Polly, you’re not going to… do it, are you?”

 

Polly slowly turned and smiled with a wicked grin, and set the card down on her own card space. However, her grin was immediately wiped off of her face by the powerful sensation across her entire body. She gasped loudly and then groaned even more so, both in pleasure and in discomfort (though not in pain, just unsettling sensations). She felt all the flesh in her body pulsate and expand, filling with weighty fat. Much of it did go to her waist, butt, and breasts, but there was no part of her that did not increase in some way, even her face becoming a little rounder.

 

Susan and Emily gaped at Polly, who had begun to feel herself over. “I know you just took one for the team, but are you okay with this Polly?” Susan asked in concern.

 

Polly smiled back at her, which was a weird sensation for Susan because it felt like she was almost looking at a different person. “Don’t worry about it, I feel fine. Definitely heavier!” she remarked emphatically. To demonstrate, she cupped her breasts, which had gone from large C cups to Fs, then lifted and dropped them resulting in an audible smacking sound as they clapped against her fleshy torso. “It’s like I suddenly have all the carbs that I have been trying to avoid for the past five years of my life!”

 

The three women shared a laugh at this. Polly then moved her piece forward, the fattening card rewarding her with a considerable lead over Susan as she reached just shy of the halfway point of the Second Trimester and came to a halt on another Star Space. Her belly, which after the transformation had become much more loose and fatty than firm and pregnant, began to jut out back into a womb like shape. She now looked like she was five months pregnant, but that wasn’t the only change. Her nipples firmed up and became darker, her breasts filled out into G cups, and her thighs became yet a little thicker.

 

“Oh wow, I’m starting to get big,” Polly groaned happily, tracing over both the firm and loose flesh of her belly.

 

“No kidding,” Emily sighed, joining in. She couldn’t help herself, Polly was just too sexy in this form and was only becoming more and more so. She earned no complaints, Polly leaning in at times to the touch.

 

Susan passed Polly a card, waving it to get attention. “Yeah, yeah,” Polly grumbled, just wanting to touch herself and be touched more. “‘Voluptuous Vagina! Mommy's vagina will double in size and sensitivity. Advance 5 spaces!’ Nice!”

 

Polly eagerly set the card down and tried to lean over to see the change, but found that between her gut and her womb there was no way to do so. Ultimately, she was content to just enjoy the change, as it was a very welcome card for any player of the Mommy Game from both the sensation and the benefits it conferred later on during childbirth. Emily herself was intrigued, as she had been able to see the effect happen to herself not long ago, but at an inconvenient angle.

 

At this point, Polly couldn’t help herself and reached her hand down to her vaginal lips, rubbing slow circles--

 

“Polly?” Susan asked as she moved her friend’s piece up.

 

“God, another one?” came a half-complaint, half-bemused question.

 

“Another one.”

 

Polly took the new card with her free hand, stopping her masturbation but not moving the hand that was there. Emily, finding herself more and more aroused with each moment, had just started to pleasure herself, albeit with some initial awkwardness due to the trickle of liquid emitting from within her.

 

“‘Pathetic Pubis!’” Polly proclaimed as soon as she recognized the words.

 

“Here we go!” Susan sighed in resignation, knowing that despite the benefit it conferred to childbirth she would have a rough time from the three babies in the womb without the bone support if she ever stood up.

 

“This is the one you told me about today,” Emily realized out loud, her gut squirming a bit.

 

“Yup, this is the one. Polly, mind reading the whole card for context?”

 

“Sure. ‘The pubic bone is the enemy of any mommy! Choose one. Option 1: Cardholder Mommy's pubic bone vanishes, replaced with a strong muscle and cartilage bridge over next 2 turns. Hips widen 2X. Advance 10 spaces! Option 2: All Mommies’ pubic bones dissolve over next 2 turns, replaced by strong muscle and cartilage bridges over next 5 turns. Cardholder Mommy advances 5 spaces. Other mommies advance 10 spaces.’”

 

“Even after we get that muscle and cartilage to compensate, mobility is going to be a huge problem,” Emily concluded.

 

“Oh yes,” Susan agreed, “especially given the difficulty Polly had earlier getting up, and she wasn’t past her First Trimester.”

 

“And this fat is going to make it even worse for me,” Polly added, tapping her belly.

 

“I’m assuming you’re going to give everyone the effect?” Emily asked, somewhat anxious.

 

“Of course! It sucks for being able to do anything not baby-making related but it’s going to reduce most of the pain we will have to bear during birth. If you still have it, trying to force your baby through your hips will cause your pubic bone to split anyway. Trust me, I know!” she said emphatically. “When I first played, I still had some pretty big labor pains despite a lot of other bonuses. I always take Pathetic Pubis when I can, and share it!”

 

Emily nodded in understanding, though she was still a bit uneasy about losing her pubic bone. “So, we aren’t going to be able to get up and move around then, right?”

 

“Very slowly, if at all,” Susan answered.

 

“What are we going to do when we go into labor?” asked Emily. “I don’t think the floor or this sofa’s going to be the best place for us to deliver.”

 

“Last time we played we just laid out some blankets actually,” Polly answered with a shrug.

 

Susan pursed her lips. “Emily, you’re the least far along of us, so you’ll have the least difficulty. Would you mind turning on the hot water bath just outside? We used it the very first time we played.”

 

Emily nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

 

She began to stand, only to stumble and nearly fall back into the couch, much to Susan and Polly’s alarm. Even though she was only a little shy of the end of her First Trimester, the sudden gain in weight to her midsection and chest was a lot to get used to. On top of that, her hips were much wider than she was used to and moving her thighs to close together caused them to brush against her labia, which were now extremely sensitive.

 

“It’s okay, I can do this,” she reassured her two concerned friends. With a deep breath, she began to walk towards the back patio, or rather in her case waddle fairly quickly. Being a track athlete and jogging enthusiast, her lack of mobility was unsettling but balanced out by the fact that, ultimately, her dreams included it.

 

After a few minutes, Emily returned to rejoin Susan and Polly at the sofa. Both were pleasuring themselves quietly, the latter still holding up the Mommy Card. “Okay, I turned it on,” she announced, sitting down with a big huff. “By the time we need it, it’ll be warm. Looks like it can accommodate all three of us!”

 

“Yeah, even when we aren’t using it for the game, it’s a very nice bath,” Susan said with a smile, continuing to touch her clit. “Polly, care to get rid of our pubic bones?”

 

“Finally,” Polly replied, sick of holding up the card. She set it down in the multicolor space and then began moving all the pieces. Perhaps it was the pent up arousal, but the three woman all moaned softly together as their bellies swelled out, Susan’s even further than Polly due to the triplets inside her, despite Polly’s current lead.

 

“Into the second third,” Emily sighed, clutching her belly.

 

“Both of us have to draw Susan,” Polly remarked, squirming in her seat as her pussy only continued to moisten. “Susan--?”

 

Polly was silenced as Susan grabbed her head and shoved their lips together.

 

Part 5

 

For Emily, this was the hottest sight in the world. Yes, the game had imposed these new bisexual urges upon her, but she was sure that even if she was only attracted to men at the time she would still feel immensely turned on. She shoved two fingers into her very damp pussy (a small part of her thanking her penalties for the added lubrication) and shifted them in and out while clutching one of her now-D cup tits, moaning while the other two pregnant women made out furiously.

 

Susan and Polly’s tongues danced wildly as they pressed their bodies into each other, belly against belly and breasts against breasts, as Susan had prior shifted to kneeling on the couch so she could initiate with a downward angle on her friend. She continued to hold Polly’s head with one hand and massaged Polly’s inner thigh with the other, earning moans of approval. All the while, Susan moved one of her knees into Polly’s groin, taking advantage of the latter’s Voluptuous Vagina bonus.

 

The sensations were too much for Polly and Emily to bear, and within a few minutes they were both pushed over the edge. Polly cried out inside Susan’s mouth, the hand behind her own head refusing to let her go as she came all over Susan’s thigh hard. At the mere sight of this, Emily shrieked out in her own orgasm, squirting much harder as a result of her penalty, a small gush of amniotic fluid drenching the towel beneath her. Susan, who hadn’t even been touching herself, came moments later just from the pure arousal of the situation, though not quite as hard as the other two.

 

They all leaned back into the sofa, panting heavily. “Oh wow, I think we had some pent up energy there!” Polly managed.

 

“No… kidding…” Susan admitted. “That being said… even though the game clearly wants us to fuck, we are here to play the game. And you, Polly, have to draw again.”

 

“Hey, I’m not complaining!” Polly retorted, earning a giggle from Emily. “Alright, what do I get? ‘Baby Boom! Baby growth doubles for next 3 turns! Advance 5 spaces!’ Oof, I’m going to have a big one.” Sure enough, Polly advanced her piece towards the end of the Second Trimester, and while she was moving to what would be the end of the sixth month of her pregnancy her belly was swelling to that of woman seven months in.

 

And then, something unexpected happened.

 

“OH!” Polly cried out, immediately clutching her belly.

 

“What is it?!” Emily exclaimed, alarmed. “You’re not having contractions yet, are you?”

 

“No no, it’s… I felt my baby kick!” Polly laughed, simultaneously surprised in both joy and shock. “They’ve never kicked before.”

 

Susan and Emily both grinned at this. “Well, let’s hope they don’t cry too much when they come out,” said the latter. “You got another card.”

 

“Wow, seriously?” Polly drew, rubbing her large belly all the while. “‘Womb Watershed. Mommy's uterus and vagina produce 2X more fluids for remainder of game. Excess will leak.’ Here we go again!”

 

Polly set her card down and now she too had a dribble from her vagina, not quite as much as Emily’s though. “Well, it’s no longer my turn. Emily?”

 

“Finally,” the charcoal haired woman said, though part of her knew that she would somewhat regret that sentiment later given that these cards weren’t all cheery fun. “Six!” She advanced to a Star Space and drew.

 

“‘Placenta Permanence! Get excited mommies, your pregnancy doesn't have to end at birth any more! All mommies placentas will now fuse directly to your uterus wall, form larger 'super umbilical cord(s)' and allow babies to continue to receive nourishment for an unlimited amount of time after gestation. All mommies advance 10 spaces!’ That’s… weird!”

 

 

“That’s another pretty common one at this point,” Susan remarked. “Game doesn’t seem to want us to have to deal with some of the messy parts like getting rid of the placenta or cutting the umbilical cord. That much is less realistic.”

 

“But… why have us give birth if we aren’t going to actually become detached from our babies?” Emily questioned skeptically. Susan and Polly merely shrugged, to which Emily sighed lightly and set the card down. Sure enough, they all felt everything merge together, and could now feel even more of what was going on inside, attuned to their babies’ sensations as if they were their own. Even for the two game veterans, it was still an indescribable experience.

 

After a good minute of readjustment, all three of them moved up their pieces, reflexively resisting the urge to moan as their bellies churned and expanded.

 

“Aw, another blank space for me,” Emily said with a pout.

 

“You’ll get pulled along by our cards,” Susan reassured her. “Speaking of which, I have to draw two and then roll.”

 

“Meaning we might all reach birth before it’s our turns again,” Polly laughed.

 

Susan shrugged at this. “Clearly that’s how the game is meant to be played. I mean, look at the Third Trimester! There are only ten spaces that aren’t Star Spaces. We are clearly meant to reach the end of the game quick and then have to go through it again, and the Second and Third Trimesters keep the pace up to keep this from getting boring.”

 

“Makes sense,” Emily admitted.

 

Susan drew. “‘Voluptuous Vagina!’ Yay, I get it too! ‘Mommy's vagina will double in size and sensitivity. Advance 5 spaces!’ Polly, mind moving me up?”

 

“Sure.” Polly did so as Susan set her card down, Susan’s piece ending up on an empty space. Susan smiled and hummed as one of favorite transformations took place, her labia churning and elongating as her opening enlarged. Meanwhile, her gravid stomach swelled out, her triplets growing together at an immense pace. With one baby under normal circumstances she would have been past her five month mark, but in her current situation she looked eight months pregnant and still plenty of growth to go, surpassing Polly on this account.

 

With one hand running her fingers across her pussy lips, Susan eventually drew her second card. “‘Motherly Obligation,’” she read, then blinked. “That’s a new term. ‘Mommies are here to make babies, with sex being the means rather than the end. If Mommies have the time and energy to have sex, then they certainly have time and energy to have more babies! For each time a Mommy orgasms after starting ovulation has occurred, the times that they ovulate upon reaching the Ovulate space again will double. This effect remains permanent across the game.’”

 

“That’s a bit unfair,” Emily said with a frown. “The game makes us all hot and bothered and then punishes us with harder pregnancies when we enjoy it?”

 

“Only if you view it that way,” Polly countered. “The whole point is to get to experience pregnancy and childbirth in an unrestricted, consequence free way. This is basically the game’s hard mode.”

 

“We should think about this carefully though,” Susan noted, a little concerned. “Can you think of how many times you’ve had an orgasm since we started? I’ve had two, so prior to any other cards I’ll have to carry quadruplets if I loop back again… provided I don’t come again.”

 

“Yeah, same for me,” Polly realized.

 

“I’ve only actually came once and that was only a few minutes ago, so twins for me so far,” Emily added.

 

All three women looked down at their bellies. Although they were enjoying the Game and their situation, this card had definitely changed things. Emily was just getting used to carrying a baby inside her at all, Polly had to deal with both the pregnancy and the considerable weight gain, and Susan was carrying triplets. On top of that, their pubic bones were in the process of breaking down. If any of them had to go through the whole board again, the burden on their bodies would be much higher.

 

“So… if any of us gets a bad roll at the end of the game, that player gets to play ‘hard mode’ to have another shot,” Polly concluded, thinking outloud.

 

“And that’s provided we don’t orgasm again, which the game is pushing us towards anyway,” Susan added with a sardonic smirk. She reached for the die. “Well, no use dwelling on it. Let’s just have fun.”

 

Polly and Emily nodded as she rolled. “4.” She moved forward a little to another empty space, though even this slight progression caused her belly to swell some more. She scrunched her face and reached around to rub her lower back.

 

“You okay there?” Polly asked in slightly concern.

 

“Another realism thing,” Susan answered with a somewhat pained expression. “These babies are really killing my back, and I can already feel the lack of support from my pubic bone going away. All this weight…”

 

“Well, we’re pretty far along, so you can get them out of you soon enough,” Polly said hopefully while she rolled, getting a 2 and earning a new card. “And once again I’m the one drawing!”

 

“‘Bigger is better! Mommy should be bigger and better! Gain 35 pounds! Advance 5 spaces!’ But I’m already really fat!” she protested at the game board.

 

Emily rubbed her shoulder. “At least it all resets.”

 

“You did choose to gain the 150 before,” Susan noted. “You could have easily spread the weight around.”

 

“Yeah yeah,” came a muttered retort as Polly set the card down. Her flesh rippled briefly as more fat was added to the folds. Mustering up some enthusiasm, she reached over to her piece and said, “Well, forward then!”

 

Her belly swelled forward, closer to the eight month mark, as she reached another Star Space. “‘Surrogacy Supremacy!’” she proclaimed, then furrowed her brow. “Huh, that’s a new one.”

 

“It’s not uncommon for the game to spring more babies on us as we get closer to the Birth square,” said Susan.

 

“Yeah, first match you were pretty close and then wham! Twins!”

 

“That was tough, suddenly getting an extra one.”

 

Polly waited for the rest of the text to finalize on the card, as the description was very detailed. “‘Sex is not the only way for Mommies to get babies inside them! Surrogacy is another, powerful option. Use it! Pick any other Mommy or Mommies. Verbal indicate values for the following options.’”

 

“This sounds like a doozy,” Emily remarked with a weary sigh.

 

“‘Option 1: Cardholder Mommy may take as many babies from another womb or wombs as they wish and add them to their own, up to all available babies. If a Mommy loses all babies, they go straight to Ovulation. However, if the latter occurs Cardholder Mommy goes back five spaces for every baby taken up to the 1st space of the First Trimester.’”

 

“If this was competitive it would be really easy for one player to screw over another with that option,” Susan said, frowning deeply.

 

“‘Option 2: Cardholder Mommy may redistribute the babies in her womb to any other Mommy or Mommies, up to all available babies. If Cardholder Mommy gives up all babies, she goes straight to Ovulation. Any Mommies given any of Cardholder Mommy’s babies advance to the same space Cardholder Mommy was on.’”

 

Polly thought about the options for a moment and groaned in exasperation. “This is stupid! I only have the one baby in me so if I pick option 2 I go back to the beginning of the game, and if I pick option 1 I’m can only choose you Susan because if I pick Emily she goes back to the beginning of the game, and that’s provided I leave you with at least one baby.”

 

“Yes, and I would prefer you did not take away my baby,” Emily added, unintentionally sounding protective as she held her belly.

 

Susan nodded. “I think this card is going to be more useful if we loop back again and have a lot of babies. For now, why don’t you just take one of mine and we can both have twins?”

 

“I’m okay with that, but I would like to try something,” Polly said, a mischievous smile creeping up on her face.

 

“I hope you aren’t trying to cheat,” Susan said warningly.

 

“No, but I do want to see what limits the game has. Mommy Game, I would like to use Option 1 to take 0 babies from Susan!” As if to add authority to her words, Polly set her card down forcefully.

 

A minute ticked by as Susan and Emily eyed each other, Polly, and the game board, but nothing happened. “But… you didn’t follow the rules!” Susan protested.

 

“No, she did!” Emily countered, a bright smile filling her face. “She picked you and chose a value. 0 is a value, a number!”

 

Polly’s own face held a shit-eating grin while Susan gaped at her. “That was the idea.”

 

Susan finally sighed and smiled back at her. “Well, as long as this doesn’t cause any problems later I guess congrats are in order. Your turn Emily!”

 

“Yay!” Emily rolled a 3, moving up to the halfway point of the Second Trimester, sporting a five month pregnant belly and reaching a Star Space.

 

“‘Mammary Monsoon! Mommy's breasts grow 2X. Advance 5 spaces!’” Her smile widened even more at this, as the earlier breast expansion had been both exciting and pleasurable to her. She was enjoying her new large Ds and was eager to experience how even larger cups felt.

 

Emily enthusiastically set her card down and laid her hands on her thighs. She moaned happily as her breasts undulated and swelled, filling out, expanding, hanging lower and lower down her rib cage to rest upon her belly with their soft weight. She had gone from a D to an F in about a minute, and as she grabbed and groped them they felt soft and sensitive in her hands.

 

“Yeahhh,” she sighed happily as she fondled her tits. “Move me up, please?”

 

 

Polly did so, moving her further into the Second Trimester. Emily moaned as her belly grew a little more, causing her to clutch her breasts more tightly. “Oh I wanna come again,” she growled to no one in particular, reaching down with one hand to rub her pussy.

 

“Even if it means more babies to carry if you don’t roll successfully?” Polly questioned.

 

Emily gave her a lustful look. “Especially so,” she answered, shoving a pair of fingers inside her opening, making squelching sounds as she moved them back and forth.

 

“That’s so hot,” Polly groaned, moving her own hand down south.

 

“And I’m going to take my turn now,” Susan said abruptly, taking the die as her own way of trying to ignore the fact that these exchanges were all winding her up almost as much. If she didn’t do something proactive she knew that she would give into her own arousal just like the other women and she would regret it. At least, regret it as much as one could in the Mommy Game.

 

Sadly for her, she only rolled a 3, with put her just between two Star Spaces and only five spaces away from the very end of the Second Trimester. She bit her lip to suppress her moaning as her triplet-laden womb swelled a little more. “Your turn again Polly,” she managed, holding out the die.

 

“Fuck yeah it is,” Polly breathed, taking the die with her free hand while the other finger her moist opening. She simply tipped her open palm onto the table, getting a 6. With the near-complete saturation of Star Spaces in the Third Trimester, she inevitably got one. She moved up to the space, her belly growing slightly past the point of the eight month mark.

 

“‘Advanced Motherhood!’” she proclaimed, recognizing the card and its immense power. “‘Move your maternal ambitions, or that of another, ahead. Option 1: Advance Cardholder Mommy 20 spaces. Option 2: Move one mommy other than Cardholder Mommy to Birth.’”

 

Emily stopped masturbating at the description of Option 2. “Wait… so you can use that to force either of us to go into labor?” she asked incredulously, indicating herself and Susan.

 

“Pretty much,” Polly replied with a shrug, her own self-touching not stopping.

 

“She did it to Megan when we had our first round with her,” Susan recalled, giving Polly a pointed look.

 

“How does that even work? Do we just…?”

 

“Presumably your baby just grows to size and then ‘pop’ goes your water,” Polly answered, glancing between the other two women. “But no, I don’t feel like doing that. Megan’s babies were already more than fully grown and neither of you are quite ready. And I definitely wouldn’t use it on you Emily.”

 

“Aw!”

 

“I see how it is,” Susan snorted, pretending to be snide.

 

“Hey, she hasn’t actually carried one to term!” Polly shot back with a laugh. She set her card down and moved herself up in one go, her piece nearly at the very end of the Third Trimester with just one card. She then moaned very loudly, so much so that Susan and Emily both jumped a little, as her belly swelled, finally reaching the fullness of its intended size. She could also feel the infant moving, turning in the womb so that its head was pointed down, ready to drop into the birth canal when she went into labor. Her breasts also swelled a little, and she could feel milk filling up inside them to the point of nearly leaking.

 

Polly could not help herself. The tautness of her skin stretched to brim, the baby more or less primed for birth inside her, her breasts sloshing with liquid at the slightest movement of her chest….

 

She came.

 

Part 6

 

Susan and Emily waited quietly as Polly eventually came down from her orgasmic high, their friend sighing in her blissful state. It took all of their willpower to not try to pleasure themselves into climax, and Emily, who had not stopped masturbating since only a few minutes ago, was dealing with a losing battle. The only thing that held her impulses back at that moment was the possibility that she would go from having to bear twins to quadruplets the moment she orgasmed again… provided she did not roll successfully at the end of the game board.

 

Polly, however, was sobering up quickly from the realization that she may have just got herself stuck with octuplets if she had to start over. “Oh fuck…” she muttered. On top of this revelation, she was suspecting that despite the bonuses, the game’s turn towards realism meant that birthing would be closer to the difficulty of a natural pregnancy than the previous two sessions she had enjoyed.

 

“Yeah, probably shouldn’t do that again,” Susan advised.

 

“I couldn’t help it!” Polly whinned. “It was so sudden and felt really good….”

 

“So don’t choose options that make your baby grow that fast!”

 

“If I chose the other option, one of you would not only have their babies grow way faster, but then give birth!”

 

Susan opened her mouth to retort, only to close it when she realized that Polly’s point was entirely legitimate. “True.”

 

“See?! Anyway!” Polly reached over to grab another card. “I’m pretty sure I’m about to pop. ‘Casual Contractions!’” She blinked. “Or not.”

 

All three of them snickered at the irony of her draw. “‘The babies want to stay put. Cardholder Mommy stays put for the next turn, does not move or draw cards.’ Aw, man, I am only three spaces away! I’m so full and heavy!” she added, rubbing her belly in emphasis. “And my pubic bone’s already gone so I have no support for it!”

 

Emily rubbed her shoulder sympathetically. “Don’t worry, it’s just a couple turns for us to catch up a little bit.”

 

“Yeah….”

 

Emily took the die. “6!” However, to her disappointment it put her just in between two Star Spaces. “Game, why do you not like me?” she grumbled, though only a little as she moved her piece up and felt her pregnancy progress, growing to just under the five month mark. Though it felt good, she understood part of what Polly was feeling: Her pubic bone was also gone and her gravid womb was sagging into the empty space a bit, squishing her already engorged vagina.

 

Susan rolled a 5 and reached the very last square of the Second Trimester, her twins growing enough to make her look eight months along with a single child. “‘Childbearing Back. Multiple babies and fat gained during pregnancy can really be painful for any mommy! Suffer no more! Choose one option.’”

 

“Share or don’t share,” Emily intoned playful, still pleasuring herself.

 

Susan smirked and continued. “‘Option 1: Cardholder Mommy gains 100 pounds and a stocky upper body, but has enough muscle and bone strength to handle up to 500 pounds of body weight and ten babies in the womb at once. Advance 5 spaces.’ Wow, I think the game is really trying to ruin our girlish figures!”

 

“And if what I think is true of Option 2, I am going to become obese at this rate,” Polly added, shaking her head.

 

“...yup! ‘Option 2: All Mommies 50 pounds and a stocky upper body, but have enough muscle and bone strength to handle up to 300 pounds of body weight and five babies in the womb at once. All advance 10 spaces.’”

 

Susan hummed to herself. “Don’t hate me Polly, but I’m going to give us all 50 pounds,” she said, earning a groan. “I know, I know, but at least our backs won’t kill us as much, now AND later. Plus, Emily and I will be that much closer to finishing our pregnancies!”

 

“Your choice.”

 

Susan set the card down, and all three women groaned collectively as their flesh rippled and filled with a layer of fat while their back and shoulder bones thickened, suddenly surrounded by muscle. It was far quicker of a process then when Polly had gained all of her excess weight, no more than five seconds. Emily had gone from being almost scrawny to somewhat curvy, the fat fortunately helping her womanly figure rather than harm it. Susan, who had already been the curviest of the three to begin with, was now just slightly chubby, her face having a rounder quality than it did before. Polly, however, had crossed the threshold from very cubby to overweight, both the extra pounds and the broader back making her look the part.

 

“I don’t even know if I’ll be able to make it to the tub,” Polly huffed. “Though my back isn’t killing me as much.”

 

“If I can get there, so can you,” Susan stated, rubbing her triplet-laden womb to emphasize her point. With a sigh, she reached over and moved her piece with the intent of moving Emily’s. She had to stop though as her belly surged, finally overtaking Polly’s in size. “Oh god, so full….”

 

“Don’t worry Susan, I got mine,” Emily assured her, grabbing her piece and moving it up. She moaned as soon as she let go, her own stomach growing out to the six month mark in mere moments.

 

“OH!” Susan suddenly cried out. “Mine are kicking too! Oh, and they’re putting up a fight!” She clutched her womb. “Hey, you three stop, okay? You’ll all come out in a minute.”

 

After a moment the kicking subsided and Susan was free to draw. “‘Supply equals Demand.’ Mommies must be able to nurse and feed their entire brood! Option 1: Mommies’ number of breasts and babies will be equal, adding breasts to compensate. Option 2: Cardholder Mommy will grow sufficient breasts to feed all babies through game duration.'”

 

Emily shook her head as if a camera had snapped picture with flash right in front of her face. “So, the game can give us more than our two normal boobs?” she asked incredulously.

 

“Oh yes,” Polly chuckled. “And any bonuses you get apply to all of them, usually equally. The new ones tend to be somewhat smaller than the first pair and end up appearing beneath, but they’re still tits.”

 

“Well, if any of us return to Ovulation, we’re gonna have plenty of them,” Susan noted, setting her card down to indicate she had chosen Option 1. Contrary to Polly’s description, Susan, being the only one with more than two babies inside her, sprouted a nipple right between her original two breasts. The flesh there undulated and filled out, sprouting a third breast just as large as the two next to it.

 

“This feels… interesting,” Susan said, groping the new mammary gland briefly before turning back to Emily. “Your turn again.”

 

“Excellent, I’ve been wanting to get to the Third Trimester already!” Emily grabbed the die and rolled a ‘6’. “Nice!”

 

She moved her piece up, her belly growing just slightly. She eagerly plucked a card and stared at it. “‘Double your fun! Double the current number of babies in womb! Advance ten spaces!’” Her eyes widened at this. “I’m just into my Third Trimester and I’m suddenly having twins?!”

 

“I got that very first match I played,” Susan recalled. “It is a doozy.”

 

Emily took in a deep breath and set her card down, then yelped as her belly squirmed and swelled significantly. Being directly connected to the infant inside her, it was a mindblowing experience having all its flesh suddenly double and split into two separate infants, each sending sensory input straight to her brain. In only a few moments, her belly had doubled in size and resembled more of a torpedo than a sphere. She could feel the babies inside immediately begin to kick, protesting having to share the room and board.

 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay!” she said, stroking her belly reassuringly out of pure instinct, her brain catching up with the action a moment later but not stopping her. Fortunately, the kicking did die down, but not the increased sense of fullness. There was no way around it: She felt stretched and heavy. And she still had to move further along, clearly into another Star Space.

 

“Lord help me,” Emily muttered, grabbing her piece and moving it forward. She passed Susan as her belly swelled some more, though the sensation was nowhere as extreme as what she had just gone through.

 

“‘Advanced Motherhood! Move your maternal ambitions, or that of another, ahead.’ Holy crap I get it too, huh?”

 

“Gonna make one of us pop or catch up with me?” Polly asked.

 

“Definitely the latter,” Emily answered with a smile. She set the card down and then moved her piece, only now three spaces behind Polly. She cried out at the sudden growth and her babies kicking in reaction. She could also feel them flip inside of her, preparing for the birth that she was but 7 spaces away from. Angry stretch marks emphasized just how much this sudden expansion was wrecking her body, both her belly and her breasts that had now grown from an F to a G, filling with milk for the babies within her.

 

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” she pleaded, rubbing her massive swell in hopes that the babies would relax. She then blinked as she felt something wet drip onto her. Sure enough, her nipples were leaking. Out of curiosity, she gingerly took the two breasts into her hands and lightly squeezed, then gasped as milk shot out of them.

 

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, her face lit up with joy. “I can’t believe I am getting to experience all of these things!”

 

The happiness was contagious, the other two women glad to be helping Emily make her dream come true. “Only seven spaces and you get to use those two tits of yours to feed a pair of babies,” Polly said, giving Emily an affectionate shoulder rub.

 

At this, Emily snatched a card from the stack. “‘Birth Booster! Birth Muscle Multiplier X2, move ahead to birth square.’” Her eyes widened at the words. “YES! YEEEEES, I’M GOING TO DO IT!” she screamed in delight.

 

Susan hugged Emily in celebration. “Nice job Emily! Polly, mind grabbing us some towels? As soon as her water breaks, we’re gonna walk her over to the hot tub.”

 

“I’m on it!” Polly replied, carefully getting up. The other two women did so as well, all three finding even the act of standing strenuous with all the weight they had gained, both full wombs and fat. Polly waddled slowly over to the cabinet with towels, holding her belly with one hand as it sagged down into her hips without the support of a pubic bone. Susan and Emily were experiencing the same problem too, their pubic bones having been fully dissolved as well. None of their cartilage bridges or reinforcing muscle had quite filled in just yet.

 

“Okay Emily, just set down the card and move your piece to Birth,” Susan instructed, linking arms with Emily. “Once your water breaks we’re gonna try to make it to the hot tub as quickly as possible. You’re gonna feel contractions and want to push, but just hold off until you get there, okay?”

 

Emily nodded, though she couldn’t help but suddenly feel nervous. What if this was too much and she couldn’t make it to the tub? Shaking this last-minute fear, she set her card down and moved her piece past Polly’s to Birth.

 

Emily’s belly swelled out just a little more and she felt one of the babies hang low inside her. She then felt a powerful contraction hit her like a kick in her gut. Her hands flew to her belly as a loud gurgling sound rumbled within, followed shortly after by a great rush of liquid out of her vagina. Her baby dropped into her cervix, and another contraction hit her.

 

“Oh FUCK!” she cried out, her knees starting to buckle.

 

“Hang in there!” Susan urged, tugging with her own arm around Emily’s.

 

The charcoal haired woman caught her breath and stepped forward, hobbling towards the hot tub. The walk was agonizingly long, her body hit by more contractions while the baby sitting right in her cervix made her feel like she was being split in two. She wanted to push NOW, but she couldn’t until she reached the tub. Fortunately, Polly had managed to catch up and gripped Emily’s other arm, both of the latter’s friends pulling her along.

 

Finally, they made it. Polly and Susan helped Emily climb in. Emily leaned back against the end of the tub and, before Susan could urge her to do so, she bore down and began to push. While the head was larger than anything that had been inside her vagina, she could tell that the size of her hips was indeed helping, creating plenty of room. Moreover, that last ‘Birth Booster’ was indeed making her vaginal muscles stronger, making up for her lack of experiencing in childbirth. Emily was also coming to appreciate the lack of pubic bone as the baby moved closer to her opening. Between all of the above, the birth was not necessarily painless, but it was definitely not excruciating.

 

That changed somewhat when the head began to emerge from between her vaginal lips and she was hit with a terrible burning sensation. Emily cried out at the pain for a few moments. She grit her teeth and took advantage of another contraction to begin pushing once more. With more than a little effort, the head popped out. Polly and Susan cheered at this while they stood outside the tub, only to be silenced as Emily yelped out in pain again. Sure enough, the other baby had just dropped into her cervix and it was even larger than the first.

 

“Please, both of you just GET OOOUUUUTTT!!!” Emily hollered, pushing as hard as she could. One shoulder popped out, followed by another, and then with one more push the first baby slid all the way out into the tub. Emily sighed as the pain in her pussy died down, though the pressure deep within her remained and other contraction immediately hit her. Meanwhile, Susan reached inside, scooping out the baby and clearing its mouth. The baby began to cry out, though not obnoxiously so.

 

Emily began to bare down again and pushed. The first baby had widened her out, which certainly helped, but this second baby was definitely larger and required more effort. In about twice the amount of time as before, she managed to push the baby to her entrance, bringing back that awful pain. The moment she allowed herself a moment of respite from the exhaustion, however, the baby slipped back inside.

 

“No no no!” she protested, tearing up.

 

“It’s okay!” Susan reassured her.

 

“You got this!” Polly added.

 

Emily allowed the briefest of smiles in response to her friends, then began to groan as she pushed with everything she had. Her groan turned into another scream as the baby soon began to come out of her pussy, but she kept going until the head was all the way out. Only then did she stop for a moment, then pushed again as another contraction started. Out went one shoulder, than another, and finally the rest of the second baby came out of her.

 

“Woohoo!” Susan cheered while Polly grabbed the other newborn, who also joined its twin in crying out for their mommy. Emily, who was slumped against the tub edge panting heavily, opened her eyes to look at her children. A girl and a boy respectively.

 

She smiled and happened to glance at the umbilical cords still attached to the babies. Her gaze followed the fleshy cords all the way into the pool where she saw them snaking up into her vagina. She reached down with some effort and grabbed them, causing her to inhale sharply. These too were very sensitive. Her focus then shifted to her now deflated belly, an empty bag of very stretched out flesh hanging down her torso. While she had gotten through the pregnancy, it had left its marks.

 

Emily looked up and saw Susan and Polly grinning smugly at her. “Yeah yeah, just hand my babies to me,” she scowled goodnaturedly.

 

Susan passed Emily the girl, bringing a warm smile to the new mother’s face. Perhaps it was just instinct, but Emily brought the baby straight to her left breast. The baby immediately latched on and began to suckle without abandon.

 

“Oh fuck that feels good,” she cooed, then gestured for the boy. Polly handed the baby over, who eagerly accepted Emily’s right breast and latched on easily. Waves of pleasure ran down her spine, from the sensation of the babies feeding, from her breasts being relieved of the liquids inside them, from the relief of having the babies out of her rapidly stretched womb, and of course from living her own dream.

 

The trio took a twenty minutes break, the first ten of which Emily laid back in the hot tub while her babies nursed and Susan and Polly prepared peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. After eating and reconvening at the table, they felt as ready as they possibly could for whatever would come next. Susan was behind both in progress but with triplets she remained the most pregnant of the two expecting mothers, Polly was but a few spaces away from childbirth herself, and Emily had just endured the ordeal with two suckling infants to show for it. Despite the break, the tension in the room was immense.

 

“Here I go then,” Susan said. “And… 1. Well, it’s a star space, so I’m probably not going to be sitting around for long.”

 

She moved forward and drew her card. “‘Communal... Birthing,’” she read, her breath catching. Three pairs of eyes widened. “‘Good news mommies, no one has to get left out! Any mommies still stuck in the Third Trimester, go straight to Birth!’”

 

For a minute no one said anything, before Susan finally looked to Polly. “Go to the hot tub,” she stated.

 

“That’s not fair to you!” Polly protested.

 

“I don’t care, do it,” was Susan’s answer, which might as well have been an order given the intensity. “Emily, help her please.”

 

Susan waited while Emily got up, wrapped a towel around her upper torso to keep her babies in place while they nursed, and then helped Polly waddle over. Her heart was pounding the entire time. Sure, she had done this before, but Emily’s birth had been more intense than what she had dealt with in previous rounds of The Mommy Game. She was certain that this would be a more realistic birth, despite the Baby Bonuses.

 

“Ready!” she heard Emily call out.

 

With a deep breath, Susan grabbed her piece, lifted it, collected Polly’s, and placed it on the Birth square. She cried out from the sudden surge of sensation in her belly as it shot out in all directions, followed moments later by a guttural cry from Polly out back. Her babies grew to maturity and flipped in her womb while her breasts undulated and filled with milk. She felt the pressure within her grow and grow to the point of bursting.

 

And then her water broke and soaked the towel beneath her as contractions hit her and her first baby dropped into her birth canal.

 

Part 7

 

Susan groaned loudly as her baby dropped into her birth canal, contractions vibrating across her body. All three babies were ready to leave her, but she couldn’t do it just yet. Liquids still dripping from her pussy, she very slowly forced herself to her feet, intending to make her way to the hot tub.

 

“Hang in there Polly, I’ll be right back with Susan!” Emily came in moments, faster than she had been while in labor but still waddling awkwardly from her stretched out vagina, deflated yet still large belly, and the two umbilical cords hanging out of her groin connected to the two babies nursing off of her. She reached Susan eventually and offered her shoulder and arm for support. They began to shuffle over to the hot tub and Polly. The walk was longer, as the angle of Susan’s body and the frequency of her contractions were causing the baby to dip further down. The game always reset at the end, but Susan felt like her mental memory was somehow translating into muscle memory and making the whole process go faster.

 

They finally made it to the tub, where Polly moaning in her labor. She didn’t say anything as Susan climbed in, but she felt like her first baby was significantly larger compared to the previous ones she had birthed in sessions past. Perhaps because she had gained weight, so had the baby? It was unknown, and didn’t matter. What did matter was pushing, and so she did.

 

Susan finally sat down in the tub, and now that she was free to do so, she also began to push, her low moans harmonizing with Polly’s. Neither were in a position to verbally acknowledge it, but they had never delivered at the same time together, and doing so was both an awkward and welcome experience.

 

Their baby bonuses did help ease the labor, but as Emily had discovered this was still no cake walk. It took quite a while, but at around the same time both of their babies’ heads started to poke through. They wanted to stop and rest for a moment, but were hit by that familiar burning sensation and had to keep going. Susan experienced more motivation where her second baby dropped into her cervix shortly after, only adding to her discomfort.

 

Riding another set of contractions, Susan pushed hard with a loud growl, the head of her first baby coming all the way out. She managed to get another push in right after as the contractions ended, one of the shoulders popping out. She caught her breath and as soon as the contractions started up again she pushed once more, the second shoulder popping out and the rest sliding out easily while her second baby quickly progressed further down her birth canal to take its place, though not quite at her labia just yet. Susan leaned back against the tub to catch her breath while Emily collected the newborn for her.

 

Polly, meanwhile, was just managing to get the head of her own baby out. She had managed to get it as far along as she could, but this had to be her biggest yet while playing the Mommy Game and she was already exhausted. It was the pain and adrenaline alone right now that kept her awake, that overwhelming feeling of being split in half. She was very thankful that her pubic bone was already gone, but even her doubled vagina was pushed to its limits by this massive infant….

 

At this moment, both Polly and Susan felt another series of contractions. Wailing together, they began to push again with renewed vigor, the heads of both of their babies sliding out. Susan had to stop for a moment in her own weariness, but a red-faced Polly continued to howl as she kept pushing, a shoulder popping out and then another and finally the rest. Emily, having no other option, briefly stored Susan’s baby in the towel wrapped around her breasts between her two nursing infants and reached inside the tub to grab Polly’s newborn. As she held it up, all three women’s eyes widened, for it was indeed a big one. It did seem like the game had decided to give proportionately bigger babies to bigger women, perhaps to further balance out the ease that the baby bonuses conferred on childbirth.

 

“Holy shit…!” Polly gasped, gesturing for Emily to hand her now crying baby over. As always, it latched onto her nipple quickly, allowing Polly to enjoy at least one of her breasts being emptied of her overabundance of milk.

 

Susan, meanwhile, had just got a shoulder of her second baby out when the third decided to drop. “For the love of fuck!” she protested, and growled as she pushed once more. Another shoulder came out along with the rest in one go.

 

Emily reached down to collect the baby as Polly sid over in the tub next to Susan. “Just one more,” Polly argued her on, grabbing Susan’s right hand and holding it.

 

With a thankful nod, Susan groaned as another set of contractions hit her. With one single intense push she expelled the final baby through her stretched out vagina, only the lower half still inside. At the end of this push, an unexpected sensation hit her and her moan of pain turned into a louder moan of pleasure. Without meaning to do so, she came, the resulting contractions pushing the baby all the way out.

 

“Jesus, Susan!” Polly exclaimed as Emily collected the last baby. “I mean, good job but--”

 

“I know, I know,” Susan sighed, leaning back against the tub wall in relief. “I have no idea what just happened there.”

 

After Susan and Polly had taken a few minutes to catch their breath, Emily passed the three babies to Susan. Both new mothers opted to follow Emily’s example and wrap towels around their chests to hold their newborns, as trying to physically carry them was awkward. They slowly waddled back over to the sofa, their postpartum bellies jiggling all the way. At this point, between the weight gain, the massive hips, bulkier shoulders and backs, and their deflated bellies, not even Emily had a girlish figure anymore.

 

“One more section and then it’s the moment of truth,” Susan noted. “Anything other than a 1 or 6 and you start all over.”

 

“With a lot more babies for each of us,” Polly added, grimacing at the thought of carrying octuplets.

 

Emily grabbed the die. “My turn I guess.” She rolled. “6! Wow, first Star Space of this section.”

 

She moved her piece up the board, enjoy the fact that doing so didn’t morph her body as the past three had been. “Alright, here we go. ‘Macromastia!’ Huh?”

 

“Oof, I’ve heard of that,” Susan said. “That’s when breasts get way too large to be considered healthy.”

 

“Lovely,” Emily remarked sardonically. In truth, the idea did excite her a little bit, given that she had enjoyed her breast growth so far and everything would ultimately reset. “‘Sometimes pregnancy hormones go out of control and a mommy gets more breast than they could possibly need. An occupational hazard for all mommies!’

 

“‘Option 1: Cardholder Mommy gain fifteen bra cups in volume to all their breasts. Advance 15 spaces! Option 2: All Mommies gain five bra cups in volume to all their breasts. All advance 5 spaces!’”

 

“I feel like the game just likes it when we get bigger in some way,” Polly smirked.

 

“Up to you Emily,” Susan stated noncommittally, still tired from giving birth.

 

Emily furrowed her brow as she looked at the card and then at the game board. Now that she had given birth and her babies were out of her, the only physical distractions she was experiencing right now were the infants sucking her seemingly unlimited milk out of her breasts and how large and bloated she felt compared to her normal body. She could focus, which meant that she could be more strategic in her thought.

 

Her goal was to get to the end of the game and win. On one hand, it didn’t matter who got to the end of the game first so long as they rolled successfully and didn’t start over. On the other hand, the game would be won by whomsoever actually did roll successfully first. It would not matter if she rolled a 1 or a 6 if Susan or Polly did it first. Therefore, getting ahead was all that mattered. The drawback was that she could take on the size increase, roll something other than a 1 or a 6, and be stuck with it without anything to show for her sacrifice….

 

Emily set the card down in her own stack, and then gasped loudly as her breasts undulated and jetted out from her chest. Her hands flew to where her babies were, as the towel quickly became undone. She blushed deeply and groaned huskily as a long wave of pleasure ran across her body. As her breasts grew, more sensitive nerves were added as well. Simultaneously, even more milk filled the new real estate, which she could feel sloshing around inside the fatty tissue, triggering sensation from those new nerves. Her breasts grew and grew along with the sensation and finally she could not help herself. Susan and Polly jumped slightly as she shrieked out in orgasm.

 

Panting the whole while, Emily finally came down from her sexual high and looked down at herself. Her babies were now suckling from tits so massive that they reached down to her waist and seemed to weigh as much as an infant each. In fact, with so much of the mass concentrated towards the bottom of each breast, it almost looked like she had just put on two more pregnancies. It certainly felt like it, the skin connected to her chest visibly stretched from the weight pulling her down. It also didn’t help that even the slightest movement sent small ripples of pleasure across her body, and each breast felt full of more milk than each baby could suck out of her.

 

“Fuck, that might have been a mistake,” she groaned. With considerable effort, she leaned forward and moved her piece up to a blank space, dreading the possibility that, should she have to start over, she would be bearing quadruplets and four more enormous breasts would sprout from her chest.

 

Susan reached forward and rolled a pitiful ‘1’. Polly for her part got a ‘6’ just like Emily.

 

“‘Milk Guzzlers!’” she proclaimed in mock cheer. “‘Good news mommies! Your babies will never want for anything other than your delicious milk and you’ll be able to handle them hands free! When your babies start nursing, their mouths and the nipple they are touching will permanently fuse. Connection to breast will be strong, so you will no longer have to hold your babies to your breasts during nursing. Applies to all mommies!’”

 

“This game just gets weirder and weirder with every match,” Susan grumbled.

 

Polly, feeling the same way, reluctantly laid the card down. All three women moaned in sync as they felt their flesh fuse with their babies. Though it was indeed a weird feeling, they suddenly were able to enjoy some relief in their swollen breasts, as their milk was flowing into the babies at the same rate that they were producing it. Even Emily’s oversized breasts were starting to feel slightly less overburdening.

 

A few moments after the change had finalized, they took their makeshift nursing bra-towels off. Sure enough, the babies hung there securely, merely now extensions of their large breasts that connected by umbilical cords into their abused pussies… a sight and sensation that was truly surreal. Given the additional flesh connections, the babies felt more like external extensions of their own bodies than separate living beings, sending additional sensational stimuli to their brains. In a disconcerting way, it felt… arousing.

 

Emily rolled yet another ‘6’, inwardly rejoining in her good dice luck. “‘Maternal Veterancy. Congrats to all mommies, you are almost at the end of the game. However, while you might all get lucky and complete your journey on the first try, some or all of you may have to start over. However, this game recognizes that your journey has been laborious indeed! Therefore, from this moment on, for every orgasm you experience, your multiplier to your dice rolls will now increase by 1 (i.e. x2, x3, x4, etc.). This multiplier only includes the three trimesters and the nursing section of the game.’”

 

Susan’s brow furrowed. “If I didn’t know better, I would say the game is preying on desperation,” she said. “Let’s say we get to the end and someone has to start over. Obviously you want to use this after ovulation so you make the most of the round. Problem is, if you go for broke and start over again, you’re screwed and that will only make you more desperate to try it again. Any of us could easily be stuck in pregnancy hell depending on plain bad luck.”

 

“Sure, but there’s a good chance the game is going to give us even bigger vaginas and hips to deal with it,” Polly mused. “The intensity of the birthing was way higher than before but if we play the game long enough we’ll probably get small tunnels for pussies and the babies will just crawl out!”

 

All the women laughed at the mental image, Emily setting the card down since she had no choice. Susan eventually reached for the die and rolled, her good cheer cut off when she got a ‘1’. “Man, the game doesn’t like me this time around,” she pouted.

 

Polly rolled a ‘5’, sending her to another Star Space. “‘Evolutionary Regression.’ Uh oh, that sounds bad from the start! ‘Mommies know that becoming pregnant and having as many babies as possible is their singular duty. However, evolution has left mommies with small hips and tiny vaginas. So, the game hereby rolls back these evolutionary shortcomings! All mommies’ vaginas X2, all mommies hips X2!’”

 

Polly scowled as something clicked in her brain. “I was just talking about this a moment ago! The game is spiting me now!”

 

“I remember this card from when Megan was playing with us, but the name was different,” Susan sighed. “Just set it down, we’ll deal.”

 

Another chorus of sexual groans followed as their hips widened even further. All three women’s figures were now wrecked, each one sporting the rear-end of an obese woman. Their thighs filled out to match, despite the game never specifying anything about weight gain, becoming even more stubby. Their pussies, however, were what was on the more fantastical side. Where their groins had once had significantly large slits, their entire crotch areas were now massive labia flaps with wide open vaginal holes one could actually look into to see the cervix. No mortal man possessed a cock large enough to fill any of these vaginas.

 

A moment later, “uh, guys?” Polly said nervously.

 

“Yeah?” Emily huffed, recovering from the change, thankful that neither she nor the others had been pushed into climax from it.

 

“I can’t get up.”

 

Somewhat alarmed, Susan and Emily both tried to get to their feet and to their dismay found that they were stuck. The sheer volume of their thighs, the lack of any support in their hips, and whatever weight gain they had accumulated from the game to this point made it impossible.

 

“We are literally baby making machines,” Emily sighed.

 

“This has gotten a little more extreme than it does,” Susan agreed. “Regardless, it does eventually end and everything resets.”

 

Emily nodded and with a little strain reached forward. With some foresight, she pulled the table up to just shy of their knees, then grabbed the die. “4,” she murmured, reaching another Star Space.

 

“‘Postpartum Diet. One of the challenges mommies will face after giving birth is how to readjust their diet afterwards. Some get fit, some get fat! You must now decide. Roll the die. If a 1 or 2, gain no weight. If 3 or 4, gain 50 pounds and advance 5 spaces. If 5 or 6, gain 100 pounds and advance 10 spaces.”

 

“By the end of this we’re all going to be obese,” Polly observed, noticing the extent to which weight gain cards kept coming up.

 

Nodding, Emily set her card down and rolled a ‘3’. She whimpered in protest as a layer of pudge formed over her body. Even her breasts grew slightly. Her fingers briefly fumbled over her game piece due to how bulky they had become, but she managed to get it only 4 spaces shy of the end of the game. She almost wished she had gotten a 5 or a 6.

 

Susan rolled a ‘3’, just shy of a Star Space and any chance she could move on with this section of the game. Polly also rolled a ‘3’. “Hat trick!” she exclaimed, the women all giggling at the amusing coincidence briefly.

 

“‘Mammary Monsoon! Mommy's breasts grow 2X. Advance 5 spaces!’ About time I finally got something fun!”

 

Polly set her card down and cooed as her H cups squirmed and expanded, her single baby still attached to its breast while her free tit continued to leak milk down her plump belly. They reached down the end of her rib cage and filled out in volume, stopping at a massive JJ size. She reached up and grabbed the free tit, causing it to send a squirt of milk out just by being touched with any sort of pressure.

 

Unable to help herself, Polly quickly moved her piece forward onto a blank space and then brought her tit up to her mouth where she began to suck on it. Susan and Emily cocked their heads slightly, but ultimately shook them and turned their attention back to the game. Emily took the die and rolled once more.

 

“5!” she exclaimed. She moved past the last few spaces of the Nurturing section the End Space and set her piece down. At this, Polly noticed and released her nipple, her tit flapping back onto her ribcage loudly. All three women’s breath was still, and the room became very quiet.

 

Emily took the die once more, her heart beating very, very quickly. This was it, the moment of truth. She had to get lucky here, because there was no way she was going to hope for her friends to lose so she could win, and she really, really didn’t want to go through everything she had gone through all over again, with so quadruplets no less! Most of the sensations she had experienced were amazing, but some of the changes were just too much. She was a woman, not a baby making machine.

 

Shaking the die, she let it go….

 

Part 8

 

The die tumbled to a stand still and although the sound was small given its size, the gravity of its implication made it seem like a loud thud. ‘5’.

 

Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes as she found herself hyperventilating. A pair of large flabby arms took her into Polly’s bosom and held her close as she began to sob. “Shh, it’s gonna be okay,” Polly whispered reassuringly, stroking Emily’s hair with her grubby fingers.

 

“I was so close…!” Emily cried. “I don’t want octuplets, I just want one baby for real!”

 

“Yeah, we kinda figured,” Polly said, causing Emily to stop and look up. “This game has been making little changes to match what we’ve desired.”

 

Susan nodded in agreement. “We discussed it before you joined us for that last break.”

 

Emily sighed. “And… you two don’t mind the fact you will both have to go through the whole thing again as well just so I can get another shot at winning?”

 

“Not at all!” said Susan. “But it’s not like we can control how the die rolls.”

 

At this, the room suddenly darkened and a female voice’s maniacal laughter echoed all around them, no obvious source anywhere to be found. It was over as soon as it had started, the light returning to normal. All three mothers looked at each other with wide eyes.

 

“That… has never happened before…” Polly managed.

 

“This is a Jumanji-styled board game, so… I suppose it makes sense there is something dark and otherworldly,” Susan reasoned, though just as unnerved as the others.

 

“Is this even worth it?” Emily asked, voice sore from crying. “I don’t want to owe the devil to have a real life baby.”

 

They were quiet at that thought. Their weekend excursion had suddenly taken a very dark turn. “Well, nothing has changed fundamentally,” Susan stated eventually. “The game has morphed us to the point where we can’t even get out of our seats and walk because we are varyingly overweight, fused our babies to both our wombs and breasts, and given us unnaturally huge vaginas. We will only get to return to normal if the game is over.”

 

“Provided the game lets us be over,” Polly countered. “What if our die rolls are controlled?”

 

“Random chance will prove it one way or the other. If at least one of us wins going through this game either once or twice, it means that it isn’t stilted to some… demon’s whim or whatever. If we all go through three rounds and have to do a fourth, I say we should all stop playing in protest.”

 

“By three rounds our bodies will be wrecked,” Emily gasped.

 

Susan shrugged. “Any better ideas, speak now.”

 

A few moments of quiet went by before Emily groaned and reached for her piece. Reluctantly, she brought it all the way to the beginning of the game, ‘Motherhood Desired.’” She set it down and passed Susan the die.

 

Susan rolled, somehow getting yet another ‘1’. Fortunately, it was enough to get her first Star Space of the Nurturing section.

 

“‘Sisterhood Synthesis,’” she read, intrigued by the new title. “‘All mommies are ultimately sisters together in motherhood, sharing in the same duty of endless procreation. Combine your talents to reap the most rewards possible together, so long as you share the same risks. You may choose any two mommies in the game, or choose none and disregard this card. For the remainder of the game, the furthest along game piece will represent both of you. You will share the same turn and either of you may roll for your combined turn, but only one roll for both players together. Your sexual desire and pleasure will be synchronised, meaning if one is pleasured and experiences orgasm, both will. Any cards will affect you equally, but cannot double redundantly. Any existing effects that control movement will also be redundant. If both of you win first together, your shared turn will end and you both get to choose the cards you will retain beyond the game.’”

 

“Huh,” Polly said after a moment. “That’s actually pretty neat. Susan, you and I should share turns. It helps everyone because it’ll make the game move along faster if we have to start over.”

 

“I agree. Emily, do you have any objection?”

 

“Nope,” Emily answered, her enthusiasm increasing at the possibility that the game would go more quickly and she would have another chance to win.

 

“Great. I wish to share my turns with Polly.” With that, Susan set her card down and cleared her piece off the game board. As she did, both she and Polly felt their loins tingle. Indeed, their urges had become one and the same. It was going to take a lot of effort not to orgasm before the end of the game.

 

Polly grabbed the die and rolled a ‘6’, coming just shy of Star Space. She passed the die back to Emily, who rolled a ‘6’ as well. She moved her piece past Ovulation and set it down on a Star Space in Mating. The moment she let go, she felt a powerful squeezing pain and immense heat in her midsection as she instantly ovulated, no doubt in her mind that her ovaries just released eight eggs into her uterus.

 

“Here we go again,” Emily sighed, drawing another card. “‘Hormonal Overload. Your pregnancy hormones have gone nuts and will see you through to birth, but at further cost to your body. Gain 50 pounds. Cardholder Mommy is stuck in hormonal bliss until birth. No decision cards will be available. Die will auto roll during Mommy’s turn and cards will be read by all other players instead.’”

 

“Well, it’ll make carrying your babies bearable I suppose,” Susan said.

 

“It’s not like I have choice,” Emily grumbled, setting down her card. Her eyes instantly glazed over as she flopped back against the couch, moaning in pleasure as another ripple of fat spread across her body and her ability to think was crushed by hormones.

 

“Our turn then,” Susan remarked, reaching for the die. She rolled a ‘5,’ bringing her and Polly to a Star Space. “‘Mammary Madness! Cardholder Mommy’s breasts go up 5 cup sizes! Advance 5 spaces!’”

 

“For once I would prefer my boobs to not get bigger,” Polly complained, gesturing to how huge her breasts already were.

 

“Were out of luck then,” Susan answered, not particularly happy about it herself. She set the card down and the two women moaned in unison as their breasts undulated and expanded. Susan’s three F cups, which had somehow been the smallest of the trio’s for this game despite her inherent advantage in being the largest outside of the game, ballooned to JJs, just as big as Polly’s had been. Those two breasts grew to P cups, hanging just over her thighs and now lacking any firmness whatsoever.

 

“Fuuuck…” Polly growled in frustration.

 

 

Wanting to get right to their shot at being over, Susan moved their piece up and drew a card. “You’re not going to like this Polly.”

 

“Just read it.”

 

“‘Postpartum Diet.’”

 

“...roll the die.”

 

Susan grabbed the die again, reluctant to get any fatter herself. She rolled a ‘4’, and both women groaned as they were slammed with another 50 pounds. Susan was now trespassing into the realm of obesity while Polly had just become its poster child. Struggling now, Susan leaned forward to move them up to the last space of the Nurturing section.

 

The moment she did so, the die rolled itself for Emily’s benefit, giving her a ‘1’ and putting her on one of only three blank spaces in the Mating section. Susan took the die and rolled a ‘5’, putting them automatically on the End Space in Motherhood Actualized. She collected it carefully and sighed. A lot was riding on this roll not failing.

 

“Here we go Polly,” she said, looking her friend in the eye. Polly nodded and she rolled.

 

‘2’.

 

“Well fuck everything,” Polly spat, while Susan groaned in disbelief, reluctantly putting them back to the Start Space. The die immediately then rolled a ‘3’ for a comatose Emily, putting her on a Star Space. A card drew itself and floated in front of her two awake friends.

 

“‘Addicted!’” Polly read for them. “‘Your venture into motherhood has you hooked on pregnancy and you want only what every woman should want: More babies to carry and birth. You will now do whatever it takes to get pregnant. Go straight to Impregnation!’”

 

Emily’s piece immediately shot over to the first space of Impregnation, and its owner immediately began moaning loudly as loud squelching sounds emanated from her spread out crotch. Susan and Polly look over in disbelief. Despite its invisibility, whatever was filling Emily’s pussy had to be gigantic in girth, as all three of them possessed vaginas so large that not even the most well-endowed man would be able to fill them.

 

The die rolled once more for Emily, and another card floated in front of Susan and Polly.

 

“‘Pregnancy Fetishist,’” Susan read over Emily’s cries of sexual bliss. “‘Your partner is a fetishist for pregnancy and is more than happy to give you his seed so that he can fulfill his desires and you can fulfill your duty. Go straight to Conception!’”

 

The piece moved to the Conception space and the die rolled a ‘1’. Emily cried out in orgasm as hot seed filled her abused womb. She received no relief, however, as her conception succeeded and one of the effects of the previous card hit her. Her chest convulsed as eight nipples formed beneath and in between her two massive breasts, the flesh around each one growing at a rapid pace. Eight new breasts, each affected by her macromastia, shot forward and out at once. The sudden growth and sensation was too much, causing her to cum a second time.

 

Susan and Polly looked on, stunned at what they had just witnessed. Emily was not much more chubby than Susan, but between her ten enormous tits and the rest of her, she even more of a massive mound of immobile flesh than Polly was in the latter’s own increasingly depressing obesity. “Yikes…” Polly muttered.

 

Susan shook her head and rolled. ‘4.’ She moved their piece up to the Ovulation space and both women grimaced as they too experienced an intense pain in their abdomens, eight ovum in each uterus ready to be inseminated. Recovering, she then took heed to follow the rule of one of her previous cards, ‘Sexual Seeker.’ She had to move them up to Impregnation, and so she did, right to the first Star Space.

 

Both women cried out as they felt enormous cocks (invisible and immaterial, of course) immediately fill their vaginas, pounding into them with steady vigor. Because of the previous effects, they could feel each other’s sensation, and the feeling of having not one but two pussies being filled was too much to handle. They both came within moments.

 

“So… big…!” Polly gasped, hands reaching towards her pussy but unable to make it past the hills of boob and fat in their way. She couldn’t even pleasure herself if she so wanted.

 

A card drew from the deck and presented itself to Susan and Polly, much to their surprise. “‘Autoplay Engaged!” Susan read in between her moans of pleasure. “‘Player(s) is/are... expected to be, uh!, unable to roll die or draw cards... due to, oh!!, sexually inhibiting states, uh!, and projected weight gain, ah! for the foreseeable future! Die rolls and cards… fuck, will now be, guh, drawn by the game. Player(s) will… mm, yeah!... still be able to make choices on choice cards FUCK!’”

 

Another card was drawn and presented itself to the women, who declined to read it because the recognized it from earlier. “‘Sensual lover! Mommy feels safe and secure in the arms of her companion, content for a time to enjoy the pleasures of impregnation! Do not move any further this turn!’”

 

Now both their eyes were the ones glazing over as their minds went blank in response to the slow fucking to which they were subject. The die rolled for Emily, giving her a ‘2’ but moving her up to 6 due to her orgasm modifier. Previously, the 6th space of the First Trimester was a blank space, and that should have been that. In between the return to the beginning of the game for all three women, however, the game had turned any even numbered blank space in the three trimesters into a Star Space. None of the women were conscious to notice this change right now, so they could not speculate as to the two reasons the game might have had:

 

The optimistic view that the game was responding to their desire to finish the game quickly or the cynical view that the game wanted to morph them into something yet larger, stranger, and more pregnant still.

 

A card was drawn and held aloft, but none of the players were conscious enough to read it. ‘Mommy Measurements! Player's height adjusted for optimum pregnancy, birthing, and nurturing height. Move forward 5 spaces.’

 

Emily groaned and squirmed in her hormonal stupor as her bones were resized inside her quickly. She shrank down from a 6’2” to 5’ exactly, matching Polly’s stature. She was moved forward to one of the few blank spaces in the First Trimester.

 

Susan and Polly woke up as their slow screw picked up in pace, signifying that their turn had started. The game rolled a ‘4’, and a card was drawn for them.

 

“‘Pregnancy Fetishist,’” Polly read, then smirked despite the rigorous pounding she was receiving. “So we… uh... get it too, huh? Game thinks, OH!, we’re so hot it can’t handle it!”

 

“We’re... the farthest thing... from hot,” Susan scowled, also despite being actively fucked.

 

“The game... disagrees,” Polly countered playfully. “And I, AH!... bet there... has to be someone out, fuck yes!, there who... would jerk off to this, oh right there yes!”

 

“I guess,” Susan sighed, humming as she and Polly were getting closer to another release.

 

Their piece moved to Conception and the die rolled. With a ‘1’, the game came inside both women, the invisible cocks filling their massive pussies to the brim with seed. Deep within them, semen raced once again to find an egg to inseminate. This time around, the millions of sperm had plenty to choose from, each uterus carrying eight ovum that were immediately fertilized. Sixteen babies were conceived in a matter of moments, and the game, as per previously drawn cards, had to make sure each one would be nourished constantly once birthed.

 

Susan and Polly screamed in orgasm as both of their chests erupted with eight new breasts, each growing to the size of the ones they already possessed, each sensitive, each filled to the brim with mother’s milk for the octuplets they were now carrying and would see to term. Susan’s hung off of her chest with the first three, all of the eleven JJ tits heavier together than what her already bulked-up back and shoulders could handle, each one stretched at the base and reaching down past her ribcage. Polly’s ten P cups rested against her heavy flaps of flesh, her mammary glands not much more than extra flaps themselves.

 

“I legitimately don’t know how much of this I can take,” Polly groaned, feeling over some of her new breasts with what little range her bulky arms had. “I hope the next time we get a card it’ll be something to help us deal.”

 

“Hopefully,” Susan agreed, wincing at all the weight on her chest. Despite sitting down and leaning back, they were very heavy indeed.

 

The die rolled a ‘4’, advancing Emily 12 spaces into a Star Space. “‘Post-Insemination Mating,’” Susan read from Emily’s card. “‘Daddy can’t help himself, he desperately needs to put more batter in the oven even though the cookies are already being baked. Experience intercourse over three additional rolls. Roll again.’”

 

Emily yelped as her pussy was filled again by a gigantic dick, her thick thighs, plump stomach, and enormous breasts all rippling from the force of the penetration. As this happened, the die rolled another ‘4’, pushing her along the First Trimester by 12 spaces. She began to whimper as Susan and Polly saw her breasts pushed to the side by her rapidly growing belly. Within a few moments, she was going from a postpartum belly to looking like she was at full term with a single baby. Too much for her, Emily climaxed.

 

Her rapidly paced turn was not over though, as she had landed on yet another Star Space. A card was held up in front of the three women. ‘‘Bigger is better! Mommy should be bigger and better! Gain 35 pounds! Advance 5 spaces!’ Emily squirmed slightly as her obesity increased slightly while she was being fucked. She was left on a blank space, only five spaces away from being done with the First Trimester, all on two turns.

 

The die rolled for Susan and Polly right away, a ‘6’ sending them up 18 spaces. As their piece moved along, they could feel something within their bellies tighten and grow, but not quite visible yet. A new card awaited them as they looked up.

 

“‘Weight Conversion,’” Susan read, blinking at the new title. “‘Through the miraculous powers of motherhood, you can take your body fat and turn it into more babies to grow, letting nothing go to waste. Lose 100 pounds and gain 2 babies.’ Oh boy.”

 

“My wish is coming true but I’m not sure if I like it!” Polly exclaimed right before the card was set down.

 

Both women cried out as their flesh convulsed and began to shrink, actual steam coming off of them. To their dismay, two more breasts sprouted from their chests to join the rest. Susan’s reversal was the clearest: She now would have been only slightly curvier than when she started, save for the new baby bump she now carried, the large back, and her massive hips and thighs. Otherwise, there was very little fat on her body, and her breasts had shrunk from JJs to large Gs.

 

Polly was also lucky, but not especially so. Her obesity was no longer morbid, only a few pounds heavier than Emily now. Her arms and hands were still plump but now had a full range of motion and she could actually move her torso. Her P cups had also shrank but not by much, reverting to M cups, still not much better than bags of fat. And now there were two more of them.

 

“Ten fucking babies to birth,” Polly complained as the die rolled once more for Emily. ‘6’.

 

Emily let out a low moan as her piece shot out of the First Trimester and 20 spaces along the Second, her belly swelling as her octuplets grew to all be halfway along with their development. It hung over her pussy, looking full term with quads.

 

“‘Baby Brain,” Polly read from the automatically produced card. “‘Mommy’s head is now in the game. Revoke previous mental state. Mommy now wants as many babies as she can carry, so she can give birth to all of them. Childbirth is now completely pleasurable to mommy. This mental state will end after childbirth. Roll again.’”

 

Susan and Polly looked over to Emily, and watched as the glaze over her eyes was suddenly replaced by a spark of hungry desire.

 

Part 9

 

Emily moaned and shook her head, only to yelp right as the cock inside her thrust a little deeper still. “What happened?” she exclaimed.

 

“Um, one of the cards,” Polly answered. “Your imaginary boyfriend or whatever decided to give you another fuck while your pregnant.”

 

“What a gentleman--OH!!!” While they had conversed, the die had went ahead and rolled a ‘3’, taking Emily yet another 12 spaces along the Second Trimester. Her womb swelled out yet further as her babies grew, stretching beyond its human limits to accommodate. As this happened, the cock inside her finally climaxed, filling her pussy. The combined sensations pushed Emily over the edge, causing her to cry out in orgasm yet once more.

 

As she huffed and caught her breath, a card floated in front of her. “‘Surrogacy Supremacy,’” she muttered. Her eyes widened. “Wait, I recognize this!”

 

Susan’s breath caught as her brain connected two very scary dots. “Oh no….” she muttered in terror.

 

“‘Sex is not the only way for Mommies to get babies inside them! Surrogacy is another, powerful option. Use it! Pick any other Mommy or Mommies. Verbal indicate values for the following options. Option 1: Cardholder Mommy may take as many babies from another womb or wombs as they wish and add them to their own, up to all available babies. If a Mommy loses all babies, they go straight to Ovulation. However, if the latter occurs Cardholder Mommy goes back five spaces for every baby taken up to the 1st space of the First Trimester.’”

 

Emily stopped reading, and slowly turned her head, looking from Susan’s belly to Polly’s hungrily.

 

“Emily, whatever you do don’t take all of them!” Susan exclaimed suddenly, waving her hands frantically. “Polly and I have cum a lot, so if we ovulate we’ll each be carrying--!”

 

“32 babies,” Polly realized, completing her mental math. She also turned towards Emily, panic on her face. “Emily, don’t do it, we can’t handle that many babies!”

 

Emily’s expression became intensely conflicted. Susan and Polly could tell that their friend was resisting the urge to go overboard and make their situation truly hellish. However, the game’s effect on her mind was clearly comparably powerful to her conscious mind. A battle was being fought inside her…

 

And unfortunately the game won. “I want to take all of Susan and Polly’s babies!” Emily cried out, her tone a discordant mix of glee and remorse.

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” Susan and Polly shrieked at the top of their lungs as the card was set down.

 

It was too late. Emily’s piece rocketed back to Conception while Susan and Polly’s hurtled to Ovulation. All of their bellies rapidly deflated back to their previous postpartum state in mere moments. Susan and Polly doubled over and clutched their midsections as they were hit by their most intense abdominal pain yet. Their ovaries had just released 32 ovum into their wombs, each, all primed for conception. Emily, meanwhile, had consequences of her own. She screamed as twenty more breasts blasted out from her chests, rapidly growing to the same unhealthy size the other ten had reached. Unable to help herself, she came again.

 

“Son of a bitch!” Polly shouted. “How are we supposed to give birth to 32 babies?!”

 

“I don’t know how we are supposed to carry 32 babies!” Susan said, then yelped. It was their turn again and the game’s new autoplay function was not waiting for them. It had already rolled a ‘1’ and that was just barely enough to send them into Impregnation. Giant cocks were pounding their pussies once again, almost impatiently this time around.

 

“No no NO!” Polly wailed, starting to cry. “STOP, I DON’T WANT MORE!”

 

Almost as quickly as it had started, the fucking stopped for both Susan and Polly. They both felt the invisible dicks embedded inside them, but they were completely still. All three women, even Emily who had abruptly come down from her orgasmic high at Polly’s statement, were also still, waiting for the game to do something.

 

A card slowly was lifted from the deck and was held up for all three to read. ‘Game paused an account of player withdrawal of consent.’

 

The women breathed more easily, Susan outright sighing. “So it does value our consent!” she rejoiced.

 

Polly wiped her eyes and cheeks, now smiling in relief. “So… what happens if we quit?”

 

 

More writing formed on the card. ‘Players can quit the game at anytime. However, by starting the game, all players have agreed to the terms of the game. Changes will only revert once the game is over.’

 

Polly frowned at this. “But if we no longer consent to the game, how can it keep the changes on us?”

 

“I agree with you in principle,” Susan said, “but I think the game’s logic is that the changes are already in place. They’re a fact that has already happened. The agreement in playing the game is that it does another change at the end, which is remove the changes that have happened.”

 

“As in, the effects that have happened are permanent and real and need something equivalent to remove?” Emily suggested.

 

“Exactly. It’s not ideal, but we can still get what we want, we just have to play the game just like we have been until now and hope we get extraordinarily lucky when we reach the end. We’re almost certainly going to cum a lot this round and if we lose that roll then this round is going to look easy.”

 

Polly let out a deep breath. “Fine, let’s get on with it. Game, you can unpause now.”

 

The game wasted no time in doing so, the cocks pumping in and out of their vaginas rapidly. The notification card was shuffled back into the deck and a new card replaced it. ‘Pregnancy Fetishist.’

 

Susan glanced at the card and raised an eyebrow. “Again? That… OH! can’t be random… chance, fuck!”

 

Their piece shifted over to Impregnation and the die rolled. A ‘6’ caused the cocks to spasm and ejaculate. Jets of sperm filled their wombs, sixty four babies conceived in moments. Susan and Polly screamed in orgasm as more than twenty breasts sprouted from each of their chests and grew to size. Row upon row of mammary glands, all leaking excess milk, hung from their torsos, straining their backs.

 

Not waiting up, the die rolled a ‘5’ for Emily, advancing her 30 spaces along the First Trimester. She gasped as her womb swelled anew, now with twenty eight babies growing altogether. Unable to help herself, she came too as she swelled up to the size of quads at full term in mere seconds.

 

A card held itself in front of her, waiting for her to come down. She did and read the card. “‘Severe Weight Gain,’” she read, then curled her lips. At this point, Emily felt like she was in the zone and could deal with any negative consequences this game was heaping on her. Anything that let her get ahead was worth it, and she didn’t have to worry about mobility to play the game as the autoplay would do it for her. No one had won, so hers was the best strategy.

 

“Option 1 please!” she exclaimed, laughing. Her cheer was slightly diminished as she groaned, one hundred and fifty pounds being rapidly dumped on top of her already burdened frame. Fortunately the game seemed to be merciful as none of it went to her breasts, but the fat across the rest of her body swelled out to slightly beyond what Polly had been a couple turns ago. Everything about her felt completely heavy, even lifting her arms felt difficult.

 

She was not afforded additional time for adjustment as her piece was flung five spaces into the Second Trimester and her gravid womb swelled even more for her brood of twenty eight. Even this growth pushed her over the edge, causing her climax yet again. There seemed to be nothing going on now that didn’t cause her or the others to orgasm. Every roll was turning into mind-numbing pleasure.

 

“‘Advanced Motherhood!’” Emily read.

 

“I wonder if we'll actually get a roll before you give birth,” Polly snickered, her enjoyment of the game returning now that she knew the game would respond to her discomfort.

 

“Not if I can help it,” Emily retorted with a smirk. “Option 1!”

 

Another blast of pleasure blasted her mind into nothingness as she jumped twenty spaces, her belly swelling in every direction. Unbeknownst to the three mothers, the game has turned that square into a Star Space right as Polly and Emily spoke. In their fatigue and hormone-addled states, none of them would be able to recall what the space had looked like before.

 

“‘Mommy Power!’ MOMMY POWER!” Emily repeated playfully, earning giggles from her companions. “‘Your desire to fulfill your duty pushes you to go the extra mile, defying time and causality itself!’”

 

“That’s both a bit much and completely in this game’s character,” Susan observed bemusedly.

 

“‘Roll again!’ is all it has left to say,” Emily finished with a shrug.

 

The die rolled, a ‘6’. Emily’s piece abruptly lifted off the Second Trimester, and then hovered over the Birth square. Emily’s eyes widened, her entire being conflicted between desire and dread. The piece slammed down on the board.

 

Emily shrieked from being hit by the single most powerful orgasm of her life as twenty eight babies grew to full term within her in seconds, her belly rapidly inflating to the point where it was not much smaller than the rest of her body by itself. Susan and Polly jumped in surprise as her portion of the couch suddenly split off and morphed into a hospital bed. Metal supports sprouted from the structure’s sides and grabbed her breasts to lift them aside, then seized her belly as the growth slowed down, lifting it towards her face and up to make room for her pussy to expel the children. As this happened, Emily was lost in a series of multiple orgasms, conscious thought impossible.

 

Some awareness returned to her as a massive contraction hit her and her water broke, a gush of fluids from her wide open pussy drenching the fresh linens before her. The first of her new twenty eight babies dropped into her birth canal. Once again, she was in labor, but now it felt good. Her continuous multiple orgasms caused her pussy to continuously spasm, thus pushing out the infant, and with her enormous vagina and hips it slid out with zero effort. The sensation of birthing only served to perpetuate her high, and part of her wished that she could somehow constantly conceive while giving birth so as to never stop feeling what she was feeling now.

 

Susan and Polly watched as the baby that had just been birthed was levitated to one of Emily’s free breasts where its mouth immediately fused to the nipple. Just as the second baby’s head was beginning to protrude from her labia, the two onlookers felt their wombs start to swell again as their respective broods of thirty two grew. The die had rolled a ‘4’ to advance them halfway up the First Trimester, and with so many fetuses even this much growth caused them to appear nine months along with a single child.

 

A card levitated towards them. “‘Hyperpregnancy!’” Susan read.

 

“That’s what’s already happening!” Polly gawked at the incredulous statement.

 

“‘Your fertility has exploded beyond mortal means, for you have truly become mother goddesses whose wombs spit upon causality itself with sacred feminine fluids! Roll the die. All mommies take the resulting number and multiply it against the number of babies in your respective wombs. Go up to that amount of babies. If the number on the die is 3 or more, go straight to Motherhood Actualized after Birth for now on. If the number on the die is 4 or more, also go straight from Ovulation to Impregnation for now on. If the number on the die is 5 or more, all mommies not at Birth go straight to Birth immediately. If the number on the die is 6 or more, all mommies experience orgasmic birth hallucinations while at Birth for now on.’”

 

Susan and Polly looked at each, eyes wide in sheer terror. After a moment, Polly broke a smile and grabbed Susan’s in a firm grip.

 

“We may have no other option, but let’s just do it and bare down,” she said.

 

Susan smiled back at her.

 

The die flipped up in the air and tumbled down. ‘6’.

 

Susan, Polly, and Emily wailed together in mind crushing orgasm as conception erupted within them, their wombs ballooning out of control. The remaining couch split into two more hospital beds, but these then merged with Emily’s into one massive room sized bed that engulfed everything but the game board. With simply no more space for additional breasts, their existing breasts merged into two massive squishy sacks of fat just as large as their wombs, covered in rows upon rows of d-cup tits for the arriving newborns. The earlier effect of “Placenta Permanence” cancelled out along with the existence of umbilical cords. Massive thin metal claws from the ceiling held their bellies up so their pussies could expel the infants.

 

Susan and Polly’s consciousnesses lasted long enough for them to feel their waters break and their first babies to drop into their cervixes. The moment the contractions began to hit them, their eyes rolled into their sockets, Emily’s having already done so--

 

Susan woke up on the beach naked as her water broke, soaking the beach towel before her. She didn’t know where the previous vivid reality had come from. All she could remember before was taking a nap in front of her house, anticipating her contractions starting soon and sure enough they had. It hadn’t been a smooth road to this point: The baby about to be born was not intentional and was the product of a relationship turned abusive. However, she had lucked out, as her ex had set her up with this fabulously wealthy private beach coast home, a nice car, and enough money to set her and her child up for life, all just so she wouldn’t make a deal out of what had happened. Free of any obligations, Susan had dedicated her focus entirely towards this baby, eating exactly right, getting exercise but not overworking, and living with minimal stress. Now, it was time to fulfill her womanhood and bring this unexpected gift into the world….

 

Polly blinked as the weird hallucination she had just experienced faded away. Her water breaking at last must have been what had snapped her back into reality, and she was glad because this is exactly where she wanted to be: Naked on stage in front of a crowd of men and women jerking off and cheering her on. This was not the first time she had done this, for in fact, she had given live births three times previously for the benefit of her audience. It was a new fetish, and Polly was one of the few brave exhebitionists willing to get knocked up just to do such a performance, not to mention make a *performance* out of it. This was not a poorly thought out financial decision: Each show earned her a small fortunate for both her benefit and that of her newborns. And truth be told, she felt very fulfilled as a woman by having these children, even with all the tedious hassles that came with caring for and raising them. Polly made a low, seductive groan as the labor pains began to hit her….

 

Emily’s consciousness snapped out of her dream as she felt her water break, gushing out of her pussy into the hot tub she was mostly submerged in. Whatever absurd fantasy had been in her mind just now was something she was already discarding. What mattered to her right now were the strong arms of her husband Jeff holding, caressing, and even groping her as they leaned against each other’s naked body, their tongues dancing in excitement for her expected delivery. It had taken many attempts and after awhile they had actually given up, but just when they hadn’t expected it, she had conceived a girl. All their dreams, hopes, and desires were about to come true. Emily could feel her heart melting out of the joy of this moment, and she knew that Jeff felt the same exact way. Their mouths finally parted as she felt the contractions begin to hit her, her cervix already dilated far more quickly than expected. But this was just fine, for even though they had intended to savor the build up, they wanted it now anyway. Emily began to bear down in preparation for the fulfillment of her womanhood that she had always wanted….

 

Susan bore down and began to push, attempting to apply the breathing techniques she had learned in her extensive classes she had attended in preparation for this moment. Though it helped her keep focused on the end goal, no training was really adequate to prepare for the visceral reality of childbirth. The contractions were not something her conscious mind were causing but an uncontrollable biological process, and the fact was she was trying to expel a small human being out of her body through a hole that was technically too small to truly accommodate it. Nonetheless, pushing was what Susan did, quietly grunting all the while....

 

Polly moaned sensually as she began to birth her fourth child for the entire crowd so see, her legs splayed wide while she ran a pair of fingers across of her labia. In truth, this was still painful and uncomfortable for her, but the prior experiences had dulled her somewhat to the intensity of the labor pains and between the gleeful encouragements of the crowd and her out self-pleasuring, she was getting some enjoyment out of this act. Three babies had already stretched her out over the past three years (the first one having snapped her pubic bone at the time), so she had expected this one to slide out relatively smoothly. To her slight frustration, however, this one was going to be a big boy….

 

Emily whimpered in Jeff’s arms as she attempted to push her girl out of her, slowly working through the intense, unfamiliar sensations her reproductive organs were forcing her to endure. Had Jeff not been there, she would have probably tried to tough out the labor pains earlier on, but with him here she knew she was free and safe to express every sensation she was having. There were no doctors or any other strangers here to rush her, which ironically enough reduced any distractions from the discomfort and made her want to be over with it quickly. Allowing the contractions to guide her, she continued to push on and bring her beloved into the world….

 

Susan shrieked as the head poked out of her vagina, feeling her pussy lit on fire....

 

Polly’s low womanly moans turned into screams of pain as her baby’s head began to come out....

 

Emily wailed and clung to Jeff, her baby now just coming out of her and setting her ablaze…

 

Susan knew she had to rise above this pain. The next chapter of her life was lodged in between her legs and couldn’t stay there. Redoubling her efforts, she pushed with abandon until her face was beet red, the head finally coming all the way out. The shoulders soon followed and with a gush of fluids the rest, allowing her collapse into her towel.

 

This was her biggest yet, but Polly was far from afraid. Thousands of adoring fans had come to see her do what she did best: Turn childbirth into an inspiring theatrical performance. Pumping her fist into the air and shrieking a mix of a warcry and her genuine pain, Polly pushed with her thrice tested vaginal muscles, expelling head, shoulders, and the remainder of the baby in one go to the audience’s mad cheering.

 

Emily gripped Jeff’s biceps hard as she steeled herself anew. The pain was unrelenting and made focus impossible, so reason would not be her ally here. What mattered was she was a woman in the act of becoming a mother, and her baby needed her to perform the miracle of life. Emily hollered over Jeff’s encouraging shouts, the head quickly coming out. She paused for a moment and then screamed even louder as she expelled the remainder of the baby, who was quickly collected by her love in the next moment.

 

All three mothers passed out, both in and out of their hallucinations, as they each birthed their final baby. The room was quiet, save for the sound of several hundred babies suckling from the six masses of flesh full of nothing but fat and milk. The die, programmed by this extreme boardgame to autoroll, kept still in reverence.

 

Part 10

 

Emily groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, her everything sore from whatever experience had happened to her. She wasn’t quite sure which was the correct reality: Both had seemed equally vivid, and each felt like the right one for different reasons, one being true because of how fulfilling it was while the other being true because of how terrifying it was. When she saw her body, she realized it had been the latter.

 

Her belly, which had morphed into a vast veiny sphere held aloft while it had carried nearly two hundred children simultaneously, had since collapsed from her birth into pure fat, her gut now hanging over both her groin and her legs, burying both. Two more giant sacks of fat stemmed from her chest and lay on either side of her, covered in babies nursing off of her abundant milk nonstop. An incline in the bed was the only reason why she was not lying on her back, as the weight of everything was simply too much. She could barely move her arms at all.

 

She looked over to her right and saw that Susan and Polly had identical conditions, save for slightly more babies. They were presently unconscious.

 

Emily’s eyes started to fill with tears at their deplorable condition when a sound gave her pause. She looked over and saw the die rolling. It took her a moment to realize that it was her turn and that her piece was that the End Square. Chance, or the game itself if they had been deceived, was about to decide if she was about to be impregnated again with more babies than she could ever possibly manage--

 

‘6’.

 

Emily began to tear up again, but for a completely different reason as her game piece slid over to the Winner square. “I… I… I did… I did it,” she croaked, a smile of desperate relief creeping up her face. “I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!”

 

Susan and Polly woke up with a start at Emily’s hollering. “Wha… what’s going…?” Polly slurred, barely able to speak from her own exhaustion.

 

Susan blinked her eyes and happened to glance at the table. She saw the die, and after a few seconds two and two became four. “Polly… she won! Polly she WON!” she exclaimed, her own tears of joy forming.

 

“No way!” Polly looked at the board and saw it was true. It didn’t take long for her expression to match theirs. “Emily you fucking did it! The game can be won and you were the first!”

 

The mothers laughed and cried together, relieved that their ordeal would soon be over. As they did, Emily’s stack of cards levitated over to her and began cycling in front of her. She shook her head at this.

 

“I don’t need to look them over game, you should already know exactly what I want,” she sighed warmly. “I choose the starting Fertility Card.”

 

The cards stopped, and then one of them floated above them, the chosen bonus that she would retain beyond the game. It flew over to the Winner square and sat next to her piece. The rest of the cards returned to their normal place. And then the die rolled.

 

All three women held their breath as the die tumbled. They knew victory was possible now, but it was still entirely possible that Susan and Polly could be denied their desired relief. Given the nonstop orgasms that they had all endured, none of them could even begin to consider how many babies they would be forced to bear were they to be unlucky at this point. Even Emily, who would not have to endure more, was silently begging the die to roll right just as Susan and Polly were--

 

‘1’.

 

They screamed in delight as Susan and Polly’s piece shifted over the Winner square. Their jubilation was cut off as the room erupted in white light. They found themselves sitting together on the couch, late morning sunlight filling the room. Their bodies were as they had started: slender and fit; no stretch marks, extra breasts, vast excess fat, and oversized hips and vaginas; and wearing the same clothing as they had before. The only difference at all was that Emily held her prize in her right hand, the Fertility Card that she had desired.

 

With yet more reason to be happy and now able to move again, the trio embraced. “Oh, I have never been more glad not to be pregnant!” Polly cried.

 

“And now I can get pregnant!” Emily rejoiced, holding Polly tightly.

 

“It’s over! Thank god this one’s over!” Susan sighed.

 

“Well, just about over, yes….”

 

A chill ran up their spines, quenching their merriment, right before the game board erupted in amethyst flames and the room became very dark. A pair of arms pointing up came from out of the fire, followed by the rest of someone’s body. A fantastical sight was before the three women, a being they would have never thought they would ever see in their lives and yet very in theme for the game they had just finished. A dark purple skinned, voluptuous, naked succubus with a gravid full term belly had just emerged from the game, eyes of red flame leveled on the women with a cocktail of desire and bemusement. The fire died down and the light in the room returned as the creature took a couple steps toward the terrified women.

 

“So the game is cursed!” Polly exclaimed.

 

“Oh hush,” the succubus drawled, pointing a single finger.

 

The women gasped collectively as they felt heat deep within them, followed by a feeling of tightness and swelling. They looked down and to their shock (and a little dismay) they saw their bellies expand and grow rapidly. Indeed, it was just like the game, only it was faster and more terrifying since they had no agency in the matter. They groaned as the trimesters passed quickly, the life within each one of them growing to term in moments. Their breasts grew out as well, filling with milk and hanging down heavy on their chests, while their waists and asses also grew out somewhat. The changes halted at the very end of their pregnancies, and they could feel an intense tightness across their bodies. They were all on the verge of their waters breaking and going into labor.

 

The succubus chuckled at the stunned women and came to the edge of the table. Huffing, she slowly stepped down and sat on it, holding her own belly all the while. “That’s better,” she cooed, stroking it. “And now we are all even, no?”

 

“If we disagree, will you put us in labor?” Susan questioned, trying her best not to sound cross and failing.

 

The succubus snickered. “Please Susan, I may like to be in control, but I am not petty. We are all co-participants in this game, and even though this is my introduction I feel very close to all of you from what we’ve shared together.”

 

The women paused at that statement. “Explain from the beginning, please,” Susan said. “Your name would be good too.”

 

Smiling warmly, the succubus answered, “You can call me Maiesia. You might be wondering, ‘Is she a demon? A deity? Maybe some sort of transdimensional entity beyond our comprehension?’ All the above has at least some truth to it, though the word demon has a lot of unfair connotations to it. I am… the best word I can give for creatures of the flesh like you is ‘idea.’”

 

Emily frowned. “Are you then some sort of figment then?”

 

Maiesia leaned forward and touched Emily’s knee with two fingers. Emily gasped at how warm they were. “I am as substantial as I need to be,” the succubus drawled. “But my being does exist primarily as consciousness as opposed to the materials into which your being are born and confined within until death.”

 

“So, are you… the game?” Polly asked, struggling a little bit. This unexpected pregnancy and breast expansion somehow felt even more real and potent than anything prior to the hyperpregnancy, her womb heavy and her breasts crushing her rib cage.

 

“No, but I can understand why you would jump to that conclusion,” Maiesia said, shaking her head. “The truth is much more beautiful. The Mommy Game is an entity itself, made of the collective energy and intention of all participants. You already know well how it responds to your desires, you’ve discussed it quite a bit.” The women reluctantly nodded in admission. “My part is the very premise of the game itself, and the power it has to make the changes it does to your bodies, and to reality as well.”

 

“The premise, huh?” Polly said, a slight growl to her voice. “So, all that stuff about motherly duty is your sick fantasy?”

 

Maiesia raised an eyebrow. “A ‘sick fantasy’ you have enthusiastically delighted in on several occasions.”

 

“I enjoyed the activity, not the commentary. Your flavor text is degrading.”

 

The succubus laughed again at this. “I can hardly help it if the raw, deeply sexual concepts that I embody translate into words that don’t quite align with your morals. In fact, sexuality often requires perversion to be evoked, and perversion often exists in contradiction with one’s morals. One’s fetishes can often be direct contradictions of sincerely held morals and that does not necessarily mean the morals were false in the first place.”

 

Polly sighed. She had some disagreements this viewpoint, but could hardly argue with them effectively when she did indeed enjoy the fetish of the game despite her perspective of women’s equality. “So, you’re the power and the brains behind the game? And what do you get out of this? I mean, we’re here for the fun, the excitement, and… yes, the pleasure. What’s your gain?”

 

“All of that is certainly part of it,” Maiesia answered with a nod, “but I suppose pleasure is a byproduct of the actual goal in my case.” She stroked her belly very deliberately, now with both hands. “My entire being is pregnancy. The feeling that fills your bodies right now is an example of the inherent truth of the cycle: You are filled to the point of bursting and inevitably desire release from that pressure. I, for my part, am constantly filled with that pressure because I embody that cycle. Participating in the game allows me to find my own release by recycling the energy through the other participants.”

 

Emily face softened at this. “So everything we go through is something that you bare… regularly?”

 

The succubus grinned at this. “I don’t manifest it in the same carnal way you do, but yes. All those pregnancies, those babies, are the result of my own energies given physical form. And given your last round of birthing,” her grin widened, “I hope you can appreciate when I say that portion of my energy you experienced is still a small percentage of what I bare on a daily basis.”

 

The women swallowed at this, their sympathy growing. “Oh don’t worry about me. I don’t resent my existence in the slightest. Nonetheless, I am rather grateful for your participation in the Mommy Game. When you two,” she pointed a long black nail at Susan and Polly, “first started, it had been many years since someone had played.”

 

“Please tell me it wasn’t my mother,” Susan said, squirming.

 

“Oh no, not all!” Maiesia chuckled. “You parents looked at the game and found it ‘campy,’ and never touched it again. The last players were the previous owners of this cabin, a hippy couple who enjoying challenging the sexual norms of their time. This game fit right in.”

 

Polly blinked. “Wait, men can play?!” she exclaimed.

 

“Well, yes, but they don’t remain men. The game changes by need, remember? There are many cards in mind for allowing male players to… get in touch with their feminine side.” The succubus laughed heartily at her own joke.

 

“So, we’ve been the most release you’ve had in a long time?” Emily asked.

 

“Yes!”

 

“I… hope you don’t expect this to be a regular thing then.” Emily looked at her card. “For my part, I am glad to play this game the once, and not just for the victory, but also for the experience. I’ve learned a lot. But I intend for my next pregnancy to be naturally started and to actually last nine months, and for the baby or babies to not disappear.”

 

“And as much as I have enjoyed this game, I am not interested in hyperpregnancy,” Polly added forcefully.

 

“I do not want to go through anything that extreme again,” Susan agreed. “If this experience is how the game is going to be from here on, I would like to leave the game board in the closet.”

 

At this, Maiesia sighed. “A convenient opportunity to explain my future intentions. First of all, I understand why you feel that last round distressing. I will at least reassure you that unless you seek such an experience out from me in the future, you will not bare such a thing again for the remainder of your lives.”

 

She stopped and stroke her belly for a moment. “This game has been a stepping stone for me and my goals since its creation by long dead followers. However, its effectiveness in reaching an audience, a ‘player base’ as you might put it, is minimal. In these new, interesting times, I must consider how to expand my reach.”

 

“...the internet,” Susan breathed.

 

“Yes, your internet. In this era, people are freer than ever to express their long repressed desires, have more space to release perversions that centuries ago would have seen them hanged or burned. And more over, they have a system of mass communication to share their experiences of sexuality and realize ever increasingly that what is often branded as wrong and foul is common and natural. The fetishes of conception and birth are among these. This is my era, and I intend to make a proper debut in it. The Mommy Game will be remade and redistributed for this purpose.”

 

Maiesia looked to Emily. “You now have what you want, and it is reasonable to imagine that playing this game while already pregnant is not recommended. There are no strings attached to your prize. That card means your infertility is cured. Know, however, that it is more than cured. Your fertility is at 100%. No female contraception will work for you now, so you will have to rely on your husband to take that responsibility if family planning is something that matters to you. It is not indefinite, however: I suspect that around fifty years old your fertility will being to drop for natural reasons, and the bonus will respect the aging process.”

 

Emily swallowed and nodded. In her haste to gain her fertility, she had not considered how absolute the text of the card could be. She had no regrets, but knew that she and Jeff had to be cautious about sex in the future. She wanted babies and would not mind more than one, but they could only budget for so many children.

 

The succubus turned to Susan and Polly. “This board is not my only copy of the Mommy Game, nor are you the only participants. However, among all of my players, I feel the closest to you. The opportunity to spread my existence to the world is something I wish to bestow upon you.”

 

Susan and Polly looked to each other and then back to Maiesia. Susan’s eyes narrowed and she gestured at her belly. “You are offering us choice and yet have impregnated us against our will. Would we be equals or just instruments of your will?”

 

“Your current pregnancy is for the sake of conversation,” Maiesia stated. “All of my followers in the past would enter this state when we spoke together. It is not permanent or lasting at all, and will be gone in all other circumstances.” She grinned a little. “But yes, if you accept my offer, you will be accepting that I am in command and that you will be acting on my behalf. To your own great reward, of course. The proliferation I seek will increase your personal wealth immensely, and any other desires you seek will be fulfilled. It merely requires that you carry out of my will competently, and while you may keep your free will and attitude, you will keep that attitude to a minimum around me. My patience is immense but not infinite.”

 

“And what if we say no?” Susan questioned further. “What happens if we, say, burn the game board and leave?”

 

“Destroying the board is something I will not permit,” the succubus stated firmly, now her turn to narrow her eyes. “Harm the board and the birthing pains you will experience will make you beg desperately for mercy that may never come. It is made by people I cared about and even if I never use again, I will not allow their memory to be desecrated.”

 

Her expression softened and her casual tone returned. “That being said, it would be irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. As I said, there are other game boards out in the world and I have other players. If you decline my offer, I would cycle through my current ‘player base’ until I obtain willing followers. I will realize my vision with or without you,” her voice softened yet still, “but I would very much like to have you both with me for the ride.”

 

Susan and Polly leaned back against the couch, the weight of the offer heavy upon them. Emily sat there too, clutching her card intensely as she observed the succubus, who was currently busy rubbing her swollen womb and purring lightly in pleasure.

 

“I’m in,” Polly finally answered. Her companions’ heads snapped over to her in shock. “Provided you can answer one question to my satisfaction. Those hallucinations we had not too long ago: What were they?”

 

Maiesia’s lips curled. “Both expressions of your deepest desires and possible futures you could have released on your own had this conversation never happened.”

 

“So, what I experienced is supposed to... say something about me?”

 

“That is for you to decide,” said the succubus. “I am not here to comment on your character. At least, not right now. Join me and I’ll be happy to make all the observations you could possibly want.”

 

“No, I think the vision I had says plenty about me as a person,” Polly stated, firm confidence filling her voice. “This game has changed me, or rather it has amplified parts of me that won’t fit with the old me anymore. I am not Polly the track athlete anymore. I am Polly, the woman who is going to help give anyone who wants it the opportunity to indulge in their fetishes.”

 

Susan frowned deeply. “Polly, do you really trust this being to speak honestly?”

 

“You are the one who said we could trust the premise of the game and its reliability!”

 

“Because I thought we dealing with just a sexual Jumanji board game. This is an actual person with motives, and they don’t seem trustworthy.” To emphasize her point, Susan gestured at her full womb.

 

Polly shook her head. “This… lady’s character is not important,” she stated firmly. “I am not going to forsake this opportunity when it is right in front of me.”

 

Susan grumbled and looked over to Maiesia. “I have a question for you: Were our dice rolls always chance? Or did you control them?”

 

Maiesia’s smile widened at this. “I tilted one or two to make some more interesting results happen. But the vast majority of them were indeed chance, and that includes all of your End square rolls.”

 

“Even one die roll being titled is unacceptable,” Susan said. “Count me out of your plans, and the Mommy Game.”

 

The succubus titled her head. “A pity.”

 

The women gasped as the changes to their bodies were reversed. Maiesia moaned as her body swelled at the same time, her belly growing to octuplets at full term while her breasts, waist, and rear expanded in unison. Her nipples began to leak dark blue liquid as she arched her back in pleasure and some discomfort.

 

“I will not make you participate in either,” Maiesia declared coolly. “You are free to go about your life as you see fit, and if you change your mind come find me. Otherwise, you’ve won the Mommy Game and are free to go. Just make sure to put the game away, undamaged. I will know if you don’t.”

 

Polly cried out as she felt a burn sensation on the palm of her right hand. She lifted it and saw a symbol had been tattooed there, a pair of lips with an eye’s pupil between.

 

“I will have instructions for you later, High Priestess Patricia,” the succubus drawled, disappearing in a blaze of amethyst flame. The women were left there alone, wombs empty, in silence.

 

---

 

Due to the escalation of the events, the weekend get away was cancelled. Polly put the game board away carefully and they packed up, getting into the Mazda.

 

Their ride back into town was dead quiet, no one saying anything. Finally, they pulled up to Emily’s house. Susan and Polly bid hushed goodnights to Emily, who stepped out with her belongings and went to her door. They duo saw her open the door and practically jump into her husband’s arms. Seeing Emily was safely home, Susan hit the gas and took off.

 

They continued on in silence as Susan drove to Polly’s house. Eventually, Polly spoke up. “So, are we no longer friends or something?”

 

“I said no such thing,” Susan answered evenly. “But I think you’ve made a huge mistake and I am definitely having no part in it.” Sadness filled her eyes. “I thought I could trust the game, but it is clearly tainted. I don’t want something like my soul in jeopardy just because I wanted enjoy some pleasure.”

 

“Suit yourself,” Polly sighed. “Just don’t be a total stranger, okay?”

 

Susan glanced at Polly for a moment before refocusing on the road. “I’ll do my best, Polly. That’s all I can promise.”

 

---

 

In the dark of the night, the lights of their room out, Emily rode her husband’s cock. In her many prior attempts to conceive, she had learned many ways of building Jeff up to release. Tonight she felt that this was the most opportune time to employ those techniques. Here, she was gyrating her hips as if she was belly dancing, swirling herself around the rod within her. She knew for a fact that he would not last long.

 

Indeed, the pleasure was mutual for both of them, bringing them swiftly to climax together. Emily’s breath caught as she felt hot spunk fill her core. She held her position as her vagina contracted around him, waiting for the remainder to fill her. After a few moment, she finally collapsed on top of her husband.

 

Jeff sighed in relief and satisfaction, only to pause out of confusion when he hear the sound of crying. He leaned forward and saw tears falling down Emily’s cheeks.

 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked concernedly.

 

Emily shook her head and smiled at him. “Honey, I’m pregnant. I just got pregnant. I’m going to be a mom.”

 

Jeff had heard her say something to that effect a few times before when she was ‘sure’ that a new trick was going to work. Yet there was a fire in her eyes now that wasn’t there before. Whatever had happened at her retreat seemed to have done something good, even if he wasn’t sure she had actually conceived this time.

 

Jeff smiled back and held Emily close. “Then I’m looking forward to being a dad.”

 

And as they cuddled close, a purple skinned succubus turned away from their bedroom window and grinned, fading away into the night.

 

The End

…of Baby Game 3

 

New adventures will begin with Baby Game 4