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The six usual customers and one newcomer to a weekly board game group were gathered at the same house as usual but not in the usual place. Normally they’d be around host Mareena’s custom gaming table in her living room. Instead it was a fold out card table, metal chairs, and Mareena’s empty garage for tonight’s special session. Feelings were mixed about the change of location. Especially as their host had been evasive about why.

“Have you got this game set up yet? These chairs aren’t super comfortable,” complained Veronica, who hadn’t stopped fidgeting since sitting down.

“Stop your moaning. I’m almost done,” assured Mareena as she busied herself with organizing all the components of the very special board game. There were a lot of cards, pieces, and other things to set up and tradition was whoever’s game it was had to set it up. Which Mareena was happy to do given the occasion.

“Take your time, Mareena. I’m in no rush,” remarked Ben as he snacked on another chip.

“Me either,” agreed Alan. Who was snacking from the same bag of chips as his boyfriend Ben. “Chairs are comfortable enough too,” he added.

“Maybe for you but I’ve got a tiny little butt that doesn’t offer a lot of cushioning,” Veronica argued back humorously. She took off her hoodie and piled it under herself, which helped.

“I don’t mind too much. Still a bit nervous,” Nessy chuckled in an effort to participate more. It was her first time with the group and came as a friend to Mareena who was rather insistent about the whole thing. Nessy had shown interest in joining a few times and couldn’t refuse the invite when her friend was this excited about it. Even if it was out of her comfort zone.

“You’re doing great, hun. You’ll start to relax once we start playing a bit and get into character,” Zelda reassured the newcomer with a supportive smile.

Mareena snorted with a bit of laughter. “Oh you’ll be getting in your characters for sure. You’ll love it, Ness. I wouldn’t have invited you otherwise,” she told her friend.

“If Mareena says so I’d listen to her. She’s dumb sometimes but her heart is always in the right place,” joked Greg with a straight face. Which earned him glare from Mareena and pinch in the arm from his wife Zelda. “Ow! What?” he complained to Zelda.

“Don’t call her dumb. Even if she is pretty dumb sometimes,” Zelda told him, keeping up the joke.

“Thank you, Zelda. It’s not polite to point out my dumbness when it comes to things not related to things I like. The comment about my heart was nice at least,” Mareena allowed as she worked.

“Was only trying to show how relaxed and friendly we all are so Nessy feels comfortable,” Greg defended gracefully.

“But you can do it without insulting a poor, kind hearted, sometimes dumb girl like Mareena,” a straight faced Ben said. Helping the mood to relax even more and getting laughs from the whole group. “By the way, Mareena, why did you have us wear our crummiest clothing? We all look like we’re about to go paint someone’s house,” Ben added.

“That will become very clear very soon. You’ll see,” smirked Mareena.

The group ranged in age from their mid-twenties for Nessy to early thirties for Alan and Ben. Alan was tall, fit, with short, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and glasses while his boyfriend Ben was a little short, pudgy, with shaggy black hair, handsome face, and nervous tick. Sitting opposite the pair was Greg, tall, thin, Latin, with dark brown hair, glasses, and his wife’s Zelda’s one leg sprawled on his lap. Zelda was curvy, average height, tanned skin, freckles, long brunette hair in a ponytail, brown eyes, and glasses. Her husband was on her right and on her left was Veronica. She was the same height as Zelda, very thin, slight of frame, Asian, with blue and black hair in pigtails, brown eyes, and more than a few tattoos.

Sitting at one end of the table was newcomer Nessy and her quivering smile. She was average height, curvy, sandy brown hair down to her shoulders, green eyes, glasses, and a shy manner she was trying to overcome. On the other side of the table and finally sitting down with the game setup between them was Mareena. She was taller, with darker skin, lots of curly black hair, green eyes, glasses, curves, and a friendly, warm demeanor turned up to eleven that night.

“So what was the name of this one? I’ve legitimately never heard of it before you brought it up to play last week,” Alan remarked as he looked over the fold out wooden board.

It was bulky, old, and clearly someone’s singular labor of love. There were carved forests, mountains, plains, a city, and a beach all hand painted. There were sectioned paths through it all, every person had their own wooden tray with labeled sections for their character, lots of tokens, cards, and dice. Mareena had told all of them not to touch anything until she was ready but they all felt the temptation.

“It’s called The Uncanny Advenfurers. And I think it's a small run game from an online kickstarter project or something. Finding information on it has been tricky but having test played it myself I can say without a doubt that it not being on every store shelf is a travesty. But you’ll all understand soon enough,” promised Mareena with a giggle.

“Look how happy Mareena is! I already know this game is gonna slap,” Zelda gushed, knowing her friend all too well.

“Are the rules hard or complicated? Or both?” asked Nessy.

“The rules aren’t terribly hard to understand and I’ll go over them as we go. But first I have a confession to make about the game,” Mareena began then paused for suspense. “It’s magical.”

“Magical?” a few said at once.

“Wait, this game isn’t going to Jumanji us, is it?” Ben sarcastically worried.

“Allamaraine, count to four, Allamaraine, then three-” Veronica started until Zelda pinched her.

“Don’t start!” Zelda groaned loudly at Veronica.

“Are you serious, Mareena? Magic?” Nessy asked through the others joking around.

“I’m being completely serious! But I know that’s hard to believe without proof so I will get to that right after we choose our character tokens.” As Mareena spoke she took out a long, thin wooden case she’d had on her lap and opened it to show the group. Inside, set in fine sage colored velvet, were twenty-four character models in two rows of twelve. Each one was a uniquely painted anthropomorphic character clad in gear class oriented gear and made of stone rather than wood. “Pick whichever one calls to you and hold onto it. Do NOT put it in your tray’s character slot yet. Can’t stress that enough to you all, okay?” Mareena urged them all. “But also pick whatever one calls to you.”

“Whatever you say, hun,” promised Alan.

“We’ll try our best to restrain ourselves,” Greg said as he and the others stood up to get a closer look at their options.

Mareena snatched her preferred piece first and waited for the others to look over the selection. It ran the gamut from cow wizard to raccoon rogue to Mareena’s pick, a black Newfoundland paladin. Everyone settled on a character they felt a connection to and took their seats. “Okay! I’ve got my pupper paladin ready, what did the rest of you choose?”

“I liked this big, strong, barbarian horse woman. I feel like we’d be friends,” Veronica said of the scantily clad model in her hand.

“Well I went with this cute little fella, I think he’s an otter sage?” Greg said, holding up his model happily.

“I picked this one, cleric goat lady, because she’s got flowers in her hair,” explained Zelda.

“Oh, ummm, I liked this lizard girl with the, uhh, sorcerer robes and everything. She seems like a badass,” touted Nessy bashfully.

“Nice! I chose this rat necromancer because, I mean, just look at him,” Ben bragged. The model showed the rat character in mid battle pose with green magics spiraling all around his tail.

“You would pick something like that,” Alan joshed his boyfriend. “As for me, I liked this pretty doe druid girl. Me and Zelda can be cloven hoof sisters,” he boasted.

“Here here!” agreed Zelda, holding her wine glass up.

“Awesome! You all have your characters and now comes the big reveal. I’m going to need you all to be cool about what’s about to happen. I know that’s asking a lot but trust me, it’s all safe and totally worth it. Just promise me you won’t run or call the cops or freak out, okay?” Mareena asked while moving her figure to slot at the top center of her character tray.

“Why would we need to promise that?” Veronica wondered.

“Wait, is this the magical part? Is the game going to light up or something?” Alan joshed.

Mareena nodded. “It is the magical part. You see, the cool thing about this game is that getting into character is half the fun!”

The host could wait no longer for the big reveal as she set down her armored canine paladin, replete in shining armor, shield, and golden flail into the character slot on her tray. A disembodied woman’s voice stated in a posh voice, “New Player” while a few notes rang on a chime somewhere. Green roots grew out of the board to grasp Mareena’s figure in place. This triggered a glistening gold shimmer to pass from top to bottom of the tray. In its wake changing all the text to fit Mareena’s paladin character.

“Woah, that’s really awesome,” Alan said out of genuine awe. Something shared by all the others.

Nessy had to stand up to get a better look and was thoroughly impressed when she could. “So cool! How did it do that?” she excitedly asked Mareena.

“She told us already. Magic,” Zelda answered.

“Yeah, but seriously, what was that?” a skeptical Ben probed. Saying ‘magic’ didn’t do much for his logic.

“Some sort of digital effect maybe?” suggested Greg as he leaned in for a better look at Mareena’s tray. Just like everyone else.

“Has to be,” Alan reasoned. “Any insight Mareena? Mareena?”

“Mareena?” Zelda repeated as the first to notice Mareena was acting oddly. Unlike everyone else, Mareena was staring down at her feet while shivering, smiling, and starting to drool. “Mareena? Hello?” reiterated Zelda.

“Earth to Mareena, are you there?” teased Veronica.

“Mareena! Are you okay?” Nessy asked out of growing concern.

Raising her head slowly, Mareena wiped the drool from her chin with a blush and tried to find the words for the moment she’d been practicing. “That’s just a neat little trick compared to the real change going on,” she told the group in a gruff, panting voice. Sounds of ripping fabric could be heard which confused the group and delighted Mareena. “You can come around and see or just, nyah, wait a little bit longer for it to spread higher,” Mareena told them.

Curious, they all stood up and walked over for a better look. In succession they all gasped when they saw Mareena’s feet transformed into black furred canine paws. Only a few shreds of her former socks remained after her new, furry, digitigrade feet had outgrown them in a few seconds. They were oversized for Mareena as she was but the glittering gold shimmer slowly but steadily working its way up either of her legs was changing that. Adding fur, weight, size, and continuing the canine changes.

“W-What the hell, Mareena? Are you okay?” yelped Zelda when she saw.

“The hell is happening to her?” Ben asked with an urgency. They were all keeping their distance and weren’t sure what to do.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. This is that big ‘getting into character’ surprise I had for everyone,” Mereena revealed between heavy, heated breaths. “Whatever token you pick, once you put in the little notch, it turns you into that character! At least physically. It- nrgggg!- it doesn’t hurt too much. But it is a very… vivid transformation. Goes away when we, we, we… beat the game,” she explained with growing difficulty. The reason being her widening stance and changes reaching her thighs.

“Is this for real?” Ben stammered. His skepticism was properly shaken by what he was watching.

“It really seems that way. This is… weird,” a more stunned than scared Alan stated.

Veronica and Greg were glancing between Mareena’s figure and her emerging figure where the resemblance was rather remarkable already. They could smell the dog dander coming off the fur which had only yet reached above the woman’s thickening thighs. Mareen’s hips bulged out considerably as her contours grew out. She had some old nylon biking shorts that tore like paper as her ass fattened up. Any embarrassment Mareena felt was overwhelmed by Mareena loving what was happening to her. As was evident when from the tatters in the back a growing, wriggling tail popped out.

“Might need to give me a little space. Might get a little… a little immodest,” a grinning, tail wagging Mareena warned everyone.

Only Nessy, Zelda, and Ben were close enough to have to oblige Mareena but they were all watching her transformation unfold intently. Their initial concerns that Mareena was in distress melted away the more their friend’s human form did. Mareena relished the changes that were enlarging her stomach and torso with equal measure muscle and fat. Three rows of teats were visible on Mareena’s belly after her t-shirt rode up her body. Fur was trickling up over her new belly rolls when her panties tore at last. By which time fur was covering most of her nethers. The obvious wetness and matted fur around Mareena’s slightly swollen cunt was proof positive of the change being on the pleasurable end of things.

Mareena’s shoulders, chest, and arms bulked as her tits swelled into her desperately tightly t-shirt. “Mareena, I think your shirt is gonna-” Zelda tried to warn. But either Mareena didn’t hear or didn’t care. Her shirt ripped apart and her massive, lightly furred breasts bobbled out atop a heaving chest.

“You just keep getting bigger,” Alan remarked of her.

“And furrier,” Ben added.

“Just like her character,” Veronica pointed out while admiring the similarities.

Just like with the model, Mareena’s shoulders and arms surged with muscles well suited for wearing heavy plate armor and wielding sizable weaponry. Also why the woman had grown a foot in height so far and was still gaining when the golden edge of transformation reached her neck and hands. The latter developed darkened, leathery paw pads and thick nails but spared the full animal form of her feet. So Mareena could remember to take off her glasses.

“Can someone hold these for me?” Mareena asked blithely as her face twitched.

“Sure,” Veronica obliged her friend, taking her glasses carefully.

“Thanks,” Mareena said with a shaky smile that revealed her growing canine teeth.

“Oh gosh, her face!” fretted Zelda when Mareena’s facial changes became more apparent. Zelda was squirmed but couldn’t make herself look away.

It started with sharper teeth and longer tongue for Mareena. Her wide ears curved to a tip and grew out from there. The edges of her nose pushed out, her skin blackening, her nostrils flared wide, and stuck out like a dog’s. A look that grew more pronounced as a muzzle pushed out and her jawline continued the canine lines of her face. Mareena’s elongating face drew out to full form by the time the first dark hairs were seen gracing her chin. While these changes transformed Mareena her natural hair grew out and came in even thicker with more Newfoundland-like wiry hairs. The same bushy, long hairs made a fluffy blur of her swishing tail.

In less than nine minutes Mareena’s transformation had all but completed. Transforming the mild-mannered woman into an ample, curvy, muscled, busty Newfoundland dog woman. She stood seven feet tall, three-hundred ninety pounds, her copious bangs hanging down in front of her eyes while the rest of her hair went down to her breasts. Mareena towered over the group and as the last few hairs on her grew in, she caught her breath and regained her bearings.

“AwoooOOOOO! That was even better than last time!” Mareena said after a respectable howl. Her voice now had a feral edge to it that was undermined by the woman’s domesticated nature. “Well? What do you all think? Cool, huh?” the tall dog woman boasted.

There were several awkward seconds of silence.

“So cool,” Nessy blurted out louder than she had intended. Making her blush.

“Really cool,” agreed Greg once the ice had been broken.

“It’s nuts is what it is. Do you mind if I touch you?” Ben kindly requested.

“Sure. Anyone can touch to confirm it’s really real. Do try to watch where you touch, please,” Mareened invited cautiously. Clearly aware how exposed she was, in her furry form Mareena had more of her paladin’s confidence and actually liked the looks she was getting.

One at a time they each poked and inevitably ended up petting Mareena who truly had taken on her figure’s figure. Even the most doubtful among them were more impressed than frightened by the transformation or its results. The most shaken by the change itself, Zelda, was keen to scratch Mareena. Causing their host to howl another awoo.

“I figured I’d go first, that way you’d all know it was nice and safe! Also gives me a chance to get my hair under while you all finish your transformations,” laughed Mareena as she retook her seat. The metal chair creaking under her weight but holding.

Reactions were mixed.

“Our transformations? You mean we have to change too?” Zelda was quick to ask.

“Of course! To play the game you have to. Totally reversible once we finish or decide to end the game. You saw how fun the transformation itself is. We’re all friends here, in a safe place, and we’re consenting adults. Trust me, it’ll be great!” Mareena promised loudly to Zelda.

Zelda hesitated as she thought it over. “I dunno.”

“Well I’m game,” agreed Veronica with a shrug.

“Me too,” said Alan.

“You too? That quickly?” Ben asked his boyfriend. Who wasn’t usually so bold.

“Sure. I trust Mareena that it’s just a temporary thing. Could be fun,” Alan said with a smile.

Ben waggled his eyebrow at Alan’s doe druid. “You know you picked a female character, right?”

“Oh, right,” Alan replied mildly.

“He could just pick another character from the box. There were a lot in there,” Greg suggested as he and the others spread back to their spots. But hesitated to sit back down like the others too.

“Suppose I could,” Alan began with a sigh.

“Actually, tradition is on your first playthrough you pick without knowing the change aspect. I guess given the gender issue, Alan, we could make an exception,” Mareena told her friend while slowly braiding her hair.

“Well? What do you say, Alan?” Ben asked his boyfriend.

Alan didn’t need long to think it over. “I guess if it’s tradition I can stick it out. I’m still game.”

“Huh. Then if he’s doing it then I’m in too. Won’t let you go it alone, bud,” Greg said sweetly.

“Dawww, I knew you would,” gushed Alan as the two kissed and hugged.

“Suppose if it is safe and reversible, I’m up for indulging my curiosity on this one,” Greg chimed in when he saw the others going for it. “What do you think, hun?” he asked Zelda.

“I’m not entirely sure. It feels like, like… a lot, ya know? Do I wanna be a goat girl thing? Wouldn't I be gross?” worried Zelda. She had sat back down and was staring at her cleric nanny goat’s udder in particular. Overthinking being one of Zelda’s many fine attributes.

“Gross? Hun, you’re sexy and beautiful no matter what. I’m sure me as an otter will look a lot goofier,” Greg joked to ease her nerves.

“I don’t think I look gross,” Mareena remarked as she gazed down at herself.

“Oh, you don’t, dear! I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry,” pouted Zelda when thinking she hurt her friend’s feelings.

“It’s fine, Zelda. I’m just saying, it’s really not that scary and you’ll turn out sexy as fuck probably,” asserted Mareena. Getting her some raised eyebrows for her uncharacteristic bluntness.

“Mareena! You dog,” Zelda pretended to complain.

“Yeah? And?” shrugged the dog woman. Causing a few around the table to laugh.

“I think I’ll give it a go too,” Nessy announced quietly while the laughter died down.

The others missed her comment but Mareena’s acute hearing didn’t. “Nessy is on board too! So have we got a full group then, Zelda? No pressure or anything,” she amended.

“Are you sure about that?” giggled Zelda. “Well, okay. Nessy is up for it and I want her to feel welcome so I’ll try it this once. No promises for any repeats though,” she remarked humbly.

“Are you sure about that? Might change your mind after you change bodies,” Mareena mused from her seat.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Zelda cautioned before drinking the rest of her wine. For some added courage.

“You’re right. One transformation at a time. So, who’s next? Veronica? You were eager,” Mareena offered.

Veronica gave a thumbs up. “Sure. I just put my little horsey girl in the spot here at the top and that’ll do it?” she asked as she already had her figurine in hand.

“Yup. Started at the feet for me both times. So be standing up and give yourself a little space,” Mareena coached and pointed with a furry finger.

“Swell! Well I’m not one for standing on ceremony or second guessing myself,” Veronica said with her piece about slot in. Alan, Ben, and Nessy sat back down while Greg and Zelda moved their and Veronica’s chairs off to the side. They then sat down, Zelda sprawling both legs over her husband this time, and watched with the others as Veronica’s tray shimmered. A similar glow started to emanate from Veronica’s socks. Accompanying a numb, strange stitching sensation swallowing her feet. “That feels so weird,” she said with a shiver.

“It really does. Try to relax and try not keep your feet under you,” counseled Mareena.

“Good thing I have great balance, huh?” touted Veronica.

She quickly regretted bragging when she couldn’t wiggle her toes anymore. A tensing force pushed Veronica to move to stand on what would have been her tippy-toes. Instead a heavier mass bulged inside of either sock that grew into a wider, solid foundation. Her tiny socks tore rather easily as dark hooves emerged. Their size and already noticeable equine shape was tripping Veronica up a little.

“Whoa, like standing on funky, short stilts. Do I get feeling back quickly?” Veronica asked the host.

“It will, don’t worry,” assured Mareena.

“I’ll take your word for it, pup,” said Veronica. Causing the dog woman’s tail to wag faster.

The transformation progressed very much like Mareena’s as it traveled up her legs, turning them into thick, hairy, muscled, and equine hindquarters. Aside from species, Veronica’s changes were giving her less fat and more strength. In the process ripping her old black yoga pants apart from the holes it already had from age. She had no underwear on to rip off and was too taken with her own changes, like the tail she’d just sprouted, to notice her winking cunt and engorged clit. Veronica had a dark hide and dark gray and brown hairs growing in but nothing to hide her crotch.

“Tail looks kinda strange for a horse but what do I know,” Veronica chuckled while her ass and waist expanded.

“Damn, girl. You’re getting big,” Ben swooned with amazement.

“I feel gigantic,” Veronica huffed as she reveled in her gathering strength. Her height was growing as she did and had her tiny tank top tearing to tatters early on. She went to cover her tits only to decide against it due to the upswell of pleasant, arousing sensations that the golden magic brought. Veronica couldn’t help but be thrilled as her small breasts fattened into a sizable bust. She had her hands under her breasts rather than over them, cupping them gently. “So this is what having big tits is like. Nipples are getting darker. And kinda engorged,” Veronica observed while chewing her lower lip.

“Yeah, all four of them are,” remarked Alan. Who, like everyone but Veronica, was staring at the other two teats at the changing woman’s waist.

“Huh? Four?” Veronica asked. Seeing where her friends were looking, Veronica had to pull her breasts apart to see a protruding gray, leathery equine udder just above her crotch. The teats there were a perfect match to ones adorning her breasts. “Oh my. I guess that’s what’s under my barbarian figure’s skimpy frock,” she surmised while others giggled.

The golden magic broadened Veronica’s shoulders, arms, and now her neck that caused her to wheeze and cough with a hoarse throat. She bore it like Mareena had said; gritting her teeth and doing her best to not be weirded out by her middle and ring fingers merging while heavy, hoof-like masses capped the thick, furry fingers that remained. Prickling up between her shoulder blades and up the back of her expanding neck were long, black hairs to be the base of her mane. In contrast is the lighter, near to white, hairs on her belly and running down to her inner thighs in a set pattern.

Veronica could feel the hot tingle of the magic reaching her head and paid little mind to her exactly what she was transforming into. The gaming group realized what the snickering Mareena had known from the start. That the figure Veronica had chosen wasn’t exactly a horse. Her hair, the pattern, the long tail with a tuft at the end, and now her elongating ears were more indicative of a donkey.

“Muh face is… stretching ouuuuut,” groaned Veronica in a rusty, scratchy voice as her equine snout lengthened. The changes advancing up from her feet had made her head appear disproportionately puny to the rest. It felt like her skull was expanding in every direction as even her eyes bulged inside widening sockets

“You’re almost done, Veronica. You can do it!” cheered Mareena.

“Come on, girl! Be that fine piece of ass!” Alan joked.

Hearing the others clapping and whistling her one did help Veronica while going through the last of her changes. Her jaw locked into place with a crack, her drooping donkey ears stopped ringed , and the numbness in her mouth abated. There were still more hair to grow but the gold magic had mostly done its job. Veronica could open her eyes and breathe easier.

“Well that wasn’t so bad. Kinda fun, honestly. Head is spinning and I eeeeEEE-HAWW!” Veronica’s tempered speech was interrupted when a bray escaped out her mouth accidentally. “Oh my gosh, did I just bray like a donkee-EE-HAW!? Damn it!” she cursed herself.

“You did,” Zelda politely confirmed.

“Well did I do that then? I’m supposed to be a horse!” Veronica complained. This as she saw her tail and tugged at her furry ears.

“I guess I forgot to mention that the model is of a donkey barbarian woman, not a horse. I think it looks great on you,” Mareena complimented.

“It does. Gives you a little more flavor, Veronica,” Zelda told her.

“More flavor? That’s one way to put it,” sighed Veronica. She was between disappointed and content with how things turned out. Her looks were not bothering her so much as the braying. “I think it’s your turn to get some flavor, Zelda. Why don’t you put your figure on your board and be the next to get into character.”

“Me? Next? I dunno…” replied an undecided Zelda as she moved her legs off Greg’s lap.

“I’d say it’s Zelda’s decision if she wants to go next. If she doesn’t, I’ll gladly go,” Greg interposed on his wife’s behalf.

“Greg, you don’t have to do that,” Zelda reassured him with a pat on the shoulder.

“It’s no trouble. I don’t want you to feel rushed,” Greg said sweetly.

“Actually I think I’d rather go sooner. If I wait for everyone else to go I’ll turn into an anxious mess by the end. Better that I take this opportunity, hun,” she explained.

“If that’s what you want. I can go after you then,” Greg graciously accepted.

“Why not change at the same time? Could we do that? Would make me feel a lot more comfortable,” Zelda elaborated in her request to Mareena.

Their canine host gave a toothy grin. “I don’t see why not. Don’t know if it can do more than one person at a time. But there’s only one way to find out!”

The couple started their transformations in sync and attempted to hold hands. However when the first tickle of numbing magic came over their feet they both shivered and let go so they could focus more on standing up. Their transformations required their full attention.

Zelda had worn sandals that night and chosen to take them off before the changes started. That saved them from being ruined and put her merging toes and transforming feet on full display. Her toes merged into two masses that further developed into clopping hooves in the span of a minute. The golden shimmer masked the first brown and white hairs. As the magic marched up her legs they left furry cloven goat hooves as Zelda’s new feet. Finding her footing was tricky. They clattered as she backed onto the exposed concrete of the garage. A much different experience to Greg’s ankle socks ripped apart by furry webbed toes. Which proved easier to stand on.

A soft, chestnut brown fur spread with the changes up Greg’s legs. While for Zelda it was shaggier light brown goat fur dotted with white patches. Greg’s legs were lean and muscled right up to his waist. Not requiring any adjustment in his clothing until his tail made its appearance. It tore the back out of his shorts and boxers more quickly than Greg could react and get them down gracefully. So there was no hiding his erection or furry balls. The moment wasn’t as embarrassing as he thought as his wife’s burgeoning udder was getting more attention than his hardon.

There was nothing slender about the ample curves Zelda gained from her transformation. The short skirt and thong Zelda had been wearing ripped off when it widened her waist. Making way for a fleshy, ballooning goat udder adorned with two substantial teats. Veronica’s udder was a handbag to the duffle bag Zelda would come to sport. The bigger it got the more Zelda tilted forward to accommodate it. A matter worsened when it predictably swelled in size too. She didn’t have the already three foot long and broad otter tail her husband had. Rather just a short tuft of fur over her perky, plump rump that was properly goaty.

The transformation brought their upper bodies in line with that distinct golden gleam. Both got to keep all their fingers. Hers coated in more goat fur with darker nails. Greg’s hands changed more starkly. First pads on his palm, then his fingers. Next his fingers were sticking together and when he did pull them apart there was a fine webbing between them. An odd thing that Greg adapted to. He wanted to keep calm for Zelda’s sake. Which was pretty easy given all the carnal vibes steaming off the pair.

When at last their heads were set upon by the board game’s magic it blended their natural looks with the stately otter sage and cherubic goat sage. Their noses and muzzles pushed out, their ears grew, and fur spread. Greg’s ears were modest and Zelda’s stuck out wide and flared from her head as a compliment to the thick horns that curled backward from the top of her head. The shade of brown of her hair lightened to match the brown of the fur while Greg’s hair just got furrier. Their faces by the end all smiles and lustful glances between them.

“Well? How do you feel, Zelda? Greg?” Mareena asked. Though she already knew the answer.

“Pretty gooOOOOOOd. Whoops, sorrRRRRy about thaAAAAAt,” a flustered Zelda caught herself bleating.

“Hehe, it’s fine. She brays, I awoo, you bleat, and Greg…” Mareena let hang.

Greg was entranced with his four feet of furry otter tail sticking out behind him that was all his. “Huh? Oh, me? I’m not sure I do anything? I don’t mind the new body. Very fuzzy, heh,” he admitted while feeling his sides up.

“I can hear him chittering under his breEEEEEEath. Does that count?” Zelda mentioned. She admired her appearance briefly and then found her chair to sit down on. As the weight and sway of her udder was getting to be a lot. “Mareena, do you have an oil pan or bucket or something? My udder is leaking and I don’t want to make a mess.”

“I should have something somewhere. Sit tight,” Mareena told Zelda as she stood up. “Whoever is next can go. We do have a game to play after this so we can’t take all night changing,” she reminded the remaining three.

“I’ll do it. I’m like Zelda, the more I wait the more I stress,” Alan confessed, already up and approaching his board. He stopped and asked Ben, “Want to join me like they did?”

“I’m fine waiting for my turn. Besides, I wanna watch you get into this character,” purred Ben from his chair.

“Oh do you?” Alan smirked back at his boyfriend.

Getting the nod from Ben, Alan triggered his transformation like the others. His toes merged and grew like Zelda’s had at the beginning. Darker browns and black hide and hairs around the area reflected the patterns and colors on the model. The figurine was clad in only a cape and butterflies, so Alan knew well what to expect. Stout, strong legs and a doe’s tail also mirror the figure. In the same way the feminine curves appearing as fat redistributed more. These were visible under his basketball shorts, unlike his shrinking manhood.

The outline of his cock disappeared as it shrank to a nub amongst so many wet, leathery dark folds where his balls used to be. Alan was surprised there was no discomfort from the swap. His arousal grew as everything reorganized. His old shorts were able to stretch enough to accommodate Alan’s new curves. So he slid them out to help relieve the heat in that area. His friends supportively clapped as the wet, matted white fur around his new doe cunt grew in.

“Looking good- HAWW!” Veronica hooted and brayed.

“Looking real good,” agreed Ben. Who was loving the show so far.

“T-Thanks,” a blushing Alan smiled.

Growing a smaller udder and full set of furry, perky breasts continued to flood Alan’s male brain with a heady cocktail of doe woman’s hormones. He didn’t grow as muscular as Veronica or as soft and pudgy as Zelda. Falling somewhere in between with his slightly taller frame. As the sparkling golden magic was at his throat Alan was already moving his hands over his body's new angles.

Alan’s visage morphed in a steady concert of changes from green eyed, brick jawed male to a green eyed, tender and soft doe. His short light hair turned a deep violet and kept growing down his waist in curls. While upwards from the top of Alan’s skull grew a pair of ample deer antlers. Because of all that hair he had to dig his curled, furry ears out so he could hear properly again. By which time the transformation was complete.

“How do you feel?” Ben was the first to ask Alan.

“I feel… funny,” Alan answered in a soft, higher pitched, and feminized voice.

“You may feel funny but you look adorable,” Zelda assured just as Mareena provided her with a mop bucket. “This the best you could find?”

“For the moment, yeah. It’ll hold you over,” she promised Zelda.

“I hope so. I did come over to play, not milk a goat," Zelda replied.

“If you need help milking, my hands can help,” Greg offered his wife readily.

“I know you would, hun. You’re sweet,” she gushed.

“You’re clearly digging the new look,” Ben remarked as he saw Alan light up from his results.

“I really am. I guess you do too?” replied Alan after pulling his eyes away from himself.

Ben waggled his eyebrows. “You know I’m bi, so this is… oddly really hot on you. Mmmm,” he relished with a lick of his lips.

“Glad you like it. Erm, like me,” Alan coyly corrected himself. “So are you next or Nessy?”

“That’s up to her.” Ben turned to a wide-eyed Nessy. “Want me to go?”

“By all means. I’m fine being the caboose,” Nessy shyly replied.

“Welp, guess I better not hold the train up, huh?” Ben said in a trembling voice.

Alan approached his boyfriend, towering over him more than ever before. The glimmer in Ben’s eyes as he peered up at the busty doe woman was one of deep infatuation. “I’d love a ratty little boyfriend. You’ll look so cute,” Alan remarked in a sultry tone. While deftly maneuvering Ben’s hand and piece to the right spot.

The glow was quick to start and the changes got busy on Ben’s feet. Alan backed away to give his boyfriend space. Ben leaned forward and grabbed Alan by his ample, furry ass and pulled him back. For the duration of his transformation, Ben leaned and held onto Alan’s curves. And he wouldn’t let go until the changes fully ran their course.

Elongating toes with sharpening nails ripping through Ben’s socks right off the bat. Followed by lots of gray rat fur. His pudge and extra weight slimmed to parallel the slender figurine. This applied to the long, ropy rodent tail the figure had wrapped around himself. Ben’s tail sprouted as a tiny little thing. It simply didn’t stop growing until almost equal length to himself. Losing all that weight caused his sweatpants to fall off when his hips and waist were thin enough. Same went for his underwear. A furry, partially sheathed and very hard cock was hard for everyone but the two embracing lovers to notice. Ben’s whipping and elongating tail was treat enough to watch.

Ben’s shirt hung on his slimmed down shoulders and arms. His fingers took on a rat-like appearance like his feet. Never losing their grip on Alan the whole way. Of all of them thus far, Ben’s head did not look that strange atop an otherwise furry frame. The magic altered his head all the same; stretching out a sharp toothed mouth and entire head to resemble a rat’s. Ben leaned to the top of his head to Alan’s stomach and closed his eyes, feeling his boyfriend’s tender hand petting his lengthening, matted black hair.

“You’re getting sexier by the second, bud,” Alan whispered into Ben’s ear once they had grown big enough.

Ben happily chittered and clicked his oversized front teeth. “Getting… closer to… done,” he gasped.

“Almost there,” assured Alan.

With rat fur covering him completely and his fully grown tail curled around the two of them, Alan’s transformation ended. He relinquished his hold on Alan and opened his glowing red eyes for the first time. “That was nice,” Ben said with the widest of grins.

“Just nice?” Alan asked.

Ben blushed and backed away to look at himself fully for the first time. “Better than nice. This is sick. This might be my favorite board game yet and we haven’t even played a round,” chuckled Ben.

“Me too,” agreed Alan, his doe tail flicking enthusiastically.

“Me threeEEE-HAWW!” agreed a braying Veronica.

All the changes had the group in high spirits. Filling the room with brays, bleasts, chittered, clattering hooves, and awoos. Emotions were also firing up between both couples who were both pawing at each other. It fell to host Mareena to remind the ones in character that not everyone had their turn.

“So that leaves just you, Nessy,” Mareena said loudly. That brought everyone to their senses somewhat and they dragged their chairs back to the table and took their seats.

“I really do feel like the odd one out now,” Nessy gulped nervously while looking around the table.

“Then why waaaAAAAAit? Join us!” a bleating Zelda merrily urged.

“I know you want to, Ness. You didn’t pick the busty lizard woman for no reason,” Mareena said with a wink.

Nessy grew bashful. “Maybe,” she allowed. “Okay, okay. I know you want to get to the game, pupper.”

“I really do. It’s actually really fun with an easy but challenging combat system! And lots of roleplaying and loot and lots of stuff. But that’s after you change, Ness. I don’t wanna get ahead of myself,” Mareena maintained. Her tail tagging joyfully.

Taking a deep breath, Nessy placed the figure she’d been holding so tightly this whole time into its slot. She’d closely watched everyone else’s changes and thought she was prepared for it. Nessy watched as her toes glowed gold. The tingle passed over the skin of her feet while her dulled toes stretched and grew. As the group’s only reptile, Nessy experienced breaking out in soft, durable scales. As well as sprouting short, sharp claws from her lengthy toes. The scales grew in dark and as the golden energy resculpted further up her body, they lightened. Scales on her feet and up the sides of her legs turned vivid shades of orange. Starting in her inner thighs and traveling up her belly, chest, neck, head, and ultimately snout were shades of lighter yellows.

It wasn’t just scales that Nessy’s transformation was bringing on. Like Mareena, Zelda, and Alan before her, Nessy’s hips, thighs, and slender stomach swelled with scaly, ample curves. The kind that shredded pants, panties, and her shirt as well when her breasts puffed up into extra perky jugs. Nessy was glad that she’d gone last as it made her nudity not so awkward. The more she changed, right down to her clawed fingertips, the more comfortable Nessy felt in her new scales.

When her tail was sprouting and growing it was quite similar to Greg’s otter tail. Thick, long, and flexible like his but scaled- orange on top and yellow on the bottom. Her tail was even longer and would grow like Ben’s until the very end.

Scales crawling up her neck signaled that end drawing nearer. Nessy’s hair and ears receded while her eyes grew into amber with slitted pupils. A rounded snout would follow. Inside of it fangs sharpened themselves and her newly forked, slithering tongue only felt strange to her briefly. Then it and the rest of her body were as natural to her as if she’d always been covered in scales.

The final transformation of the evening drew to a close. A panting and woozy Nessy tried to sit down but instead knocked her chair over with her tail. “Whoopssss,” Nessy apologized.

“It’s fine. I got it,” Ben told Nessy as he picked the chair up for her.

Meanwhile Greg circled around and was there to help Nessy into her seat by guiding her tail through the back first. “It takes getting used to. You look great, by the way. Scales are softer than they look,” Greg complimented.

“Th-Thanksss,” Nessy smiled.

“I didn’t know scales could look so haaaWWWWt,” congratulated Veronica.

“Sssstop! I’m that not ssssssexy,” Nessy humbly dismissed.

“Ssssssuper sexy,” Veronica playfully flirted from across the table.

Nessy couldn’t blush but her body language sure did.

“Okay okay, we all know Nessy is a sex pot. We do have a game to play. If we get all distracted with our changes and each other’s bodies we’ll never finish. So, everyone get comfortable and give me their attention for like, 10 minutes? Just to distribute everyone’s cards and explain the basic rules. Then it’s time to actually play the game!” Mareena trumped all full of energy.

Sadly their group’s attention spans were not up to the simple task Mareena had given them. Two minutes in, Alan and Ben excused themselves to grab drinks. A few minutes later Greg and Zelda both needed to go to the bathroom and left. And when Mareena stopped to wait for the four to return, Veronica asked where the guest bedroom was and then left with Nessy, who suddenly had a donkey infatuation. Leaving Mareena alone to hear the sounds of all her friends fucking each other in every room of the house,

Mareena sighed and idly licked her fur in wait. “I want just one game night where we actually finish,” she opined. “Or I get to finish. Should have invited one more…”

Things did improve for the canine host as Veronica and Nessy returned to offer Mareena a threesome. An offer she happily accepted on the condition they help her put the board game away first.