batyoung

Stacey and Kristina were huge, and everyone had noticed. Ever since they played with that mysterious board game, their bodies had changed dramatically. Though their bellies had shrank down to their original sizes, they’d retained the monstrous curves they’d gotten in the process: J-cup breasts that tested the fabric of every shirt they wore, hips that threatened the tear apart any skirt, ass cheeks the size of soccer balls, and legs too thick for any normal pair of pants. The girls mostly resigned themselves to wearing crop tops and shorts, causing everyone to turn their heads wherever they went. They’d even retained some of their milk supply, causing a few embarrassing incidences in public where their nipples hardened through their shirts and dark stains appeared on the fabric. But it was a small price to pay for resembling literal fertility goddesses. But strangers weren’t the only ones to notice. Their friend Suzanne, a pretty but petite girl who had always loved voluptuous