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Wheel of Changer Returns p3.

              Alie rushed through the town, her thunderous footfalls causing her giant boobs to jiggle about and milk dripping from her massive nipples.  Still, that isn’t what she was worried about.  No, what was on her mind was the horde of honey people running behind her, intent on sucking at her boobs, drinking her lactating breasts until she was goodness knows how small.  Why would she shrink?  Well, because of the damn board game in her hand.  What she had thought was a blessing had not turned into a horny curse. “They just won’t let up!”  She gulped.  “I am not a giant plaything!”

              “Get back here.  Just a little sip.  I promise no more.”

              “You smell so tasty.”

              “I just. . . one little nibble.  Stop playing so hard to get.”

              Alie snorted.  “No!  I am not letting you people drink from my boobs.  They may be big.  They may be wonderful.  But you take some of my precious milk for your own I will shrink!”

              Another person moaned.  “Aww, and that is a problem?”

              She shook her head and continued to run.  “Where the hell did you roll off to Betty?”  Her eyes fell upon a blue blob at the far end of the street.  “Bingo.”  Alie walked up to Betty and stared down at her.  “There you are, you little blueberry troublemaker.”

              Betty looked up at Alie.  “Oh, you came to me.  Now, let me have a little sip.  I promise it will just be a little one.”

              Alie rolled her eyes as she bent down and picked up her friend.  “You really have to get control of yourself.”  She looked back at the approaching horny horde.  “Now, let’s get to a safe place so you can take your turn. The sooner you do, the sooner I can get back to being a normal girl with normal breasts.”  She hurried down the streets and away from the crazed town people.  “You are ready to take your turn, right?”

              “Hmm?  Oh yes, the game.”  Betty giggled.  “I might if I was given some incentive.”

              “Somewhat?”  Alie sighed as she noticed how hungrily Betty was looking at her nipples.  “Ugh fine.  If I let you drink a little, will you take your turn?”  Betty nodded her head.  “Good.  Good. Then we can get this game finished.”

              Alie found a secluded place in the woods and set Betty down.  “Okay.”  She pointed at her immobile friend.  “Just a little bit.”  She raised Betty up towards her right nipple.  “You get five seconds.”  She moaned as Betty’s juicy blue lips calmed down, and she sucked out her milk.  “Ughhh fuckkk.”  Alie slowly shrank, her body becoming smaller.  Yet even despite that, her boobs remained the same size.  “Okay, Betty, you can let go.”  She moaned.  “I said let go!”  She pushed Betty to the side.  “Ugh.”  Alie was now only a good seventeen feet tall, her breasts almost too big for her to bear.  “If I shrink down. . .”  Alie gulped, realizing her fate.  “Oh god. I can’t let anyone else drink from these things until my next turn.”

              She held up her breasts and walked over to Betty.  “Okay.  Your turn.”

              “But am I supposed to spin the wheel?”  The blueberry chuckled.  “Hmm?”

              Alie slapped Betty, causing her to roll against the board.  “Just figure it out!”  Their eyes widened as the board began to spin.  “Yes!”

              Betty snapped out of her horny trance.  “Wait, what?  I umm. . . I don’t exactly want to keep playing.  Alie?”

              Alie crossed her arms.  “A bit too late now.  We are in this until the end.”

              Suddenly, the green words floated to the surface.

              “A filling sensation overcomes you.  A filling sensation you must fight.  A way you can transfer the juices there is through pleasure.  But if you don’t, the filling won’t stop.  Bigger shall you get, never stopping.  Never stopping.”

              Betty gulped.  “What did that mean?”  She moaned.  “Ugh, not again!”

              Alie reached down.  “Are you okay?”

              “My juices are running wild.”  Alie pulled back a juice-covered hand.  “So much pressure.”  She moaned.  “I. . . I need someone to fuck!  Please, Alie, help me.  I don’t think this is going to stop if I don’t get help.”

              “What won’t stop?”  Alie gulped as Betty expanded.  “Not again.  What are we going to do?”

              “I SAID I NEED SOMEONE TO FUCK!  GET THESE JUICES OUT OF ME!”

              Alie waved her hands.  “Oh no.  Did you read that text?  You could just start something we don’t understand.”  Sweat dripped down the back of Alie’s neck in panic as Betty grew even bigger, slowly inching as big as Alie’s boobs.  “We need to just play the game, and it should change you back on your next turn.”

              “But what if it doesn’t.  I. . . I can’t think, Alie.  It’s to much juice building inside of me.  You need to. . .”

              Alie waved her hands.  “Ohhh no, no, no.  I have enough problems for you to turn me into a blueberry.”

              Betty moaned as she swelled, now almost twelve feet tall.  “Then what am I going to do?”  Blueberry juice was dripping out of her nipples, her boobs now slowly swelling faster than her body.  “I can’t just grow and grow for all of eternity.”

              Alie shook her head.  “No, I don’t think the rest of us would want that either.  To be enveloped in your juicy body.  I mean, sure, some would, but. . .”  She shivered.  “Now, let me think.”  She took a deep breath.  “It’s hard over the gurgling sound of your juices, Betty.”

              “I can’t control my juices, Alie!”

              Aile raised her hand.  “I got it.”  She wobbled over to Betty.  “I am going to roll you into town.”