(Originally written by: LGV)
The die tumbled forward before coming up two.
"Hmph, only a two? At least I'm still in first," Catalina whined.
"That is true," the game agreed. "Now, that small roll of yours lands you on another body modification space. A limb one, to be precise."
Catalina glanced down at her palms, giving them a longing look.
"Not mis Manos..." she trailed off.
"It's time for Marla to decide. Would Catalina be better off with six new arms, strapped directly to her torso? Or would you rather she become endowed with the muscle tone of a bodybuilder, able to lift 500 pounds in a single bound?"
"Dios mío! The muscles, please! Don't make me into a freak."
"You know, giving you eight arms sounds a LOT more fun than super strength," Marla joked as she broke off a string of licorice from her scalp and plopped it in her mouth. "But since you were nice enough to not turn me into a furball, I'll go with the muscles for sure."
"Aw, I always knew you were the nicest one here," Catalina said, leaping from her seat. She charged forward and gave the buffet-haired girl a bear-hug, tying her still twiggy arms around Marla's waist.
The transformation happened in a flash. Catalina's forearms exploded in girth, swelling with pounds upon pounds of lean muscle. They went from a measly 5 inches in size, no bigger than an average man's wrist, to a massive width of just about 26 inches. At that size, she was bigger than Caleb. Bigger than Jennifer. Hell, they were even larger than her own Double D's!
"I'm huge! Are you guys seeing this?"
"Gah, I-I think I'm feeling it!" Marla said, her waist still locked in Catalina's grip. Only now that grip was far more powerful. She could feel as her midsection was beginning to crack under the vice-grip hold. Realizing his mistake, Catalina immediately let her free, allowing the spaghetti haired girl to tumble back to her bean-bag.
"Sorry Marla, guess I don't know my own strength," she said, admiring her new guns. "I feel like giving these babies a test. Give me suggestions, mis amigos!"
"Oh, hold Marla down so me and Cindy can try out some more of that delicious candy fuzz!" Sue pleaded.
"N-no," Jackie interrupted, her voice trembling. "Y-you should rip o-off his pants so I can, I-I mean, w-we can get another look at his c-c-cock..."
"What? No!" Jennifer jumped in at her own defense.
"Please, do that!" Marla argued. "I helped you, dammit. You wouldn't really use those against me, right?"
Catalina rubbed her chin in thought. The fact of the matter was that nobody, not even if they all grouped up, could feasible stop her. She had free reign over her friends fate. In the end, though, she decided to screw over...
