6

If there was anything Johnny wanted to do less in this world it was roll this fucking die and play this fucking, retarded game. He wouldn't admit it, but he was scared though, more scared than he had been in his entire life. He saw what this game was making people into and he so did not want to join them.

Honestly had he had a choice he wouldn't have rolled the die. His hand did it for him though, it moved on its own and grabbed the die and rolled it. He watched as the die landed on the desk in front of him with the six side face up.

"Lucky you Johnny, you are our first player to roll a six" Began the voice from the board once again. "Six's work as doubles in this game in the sense you get to roll again after taking your turn. Be careful though, if you get 3 sixes in a row you might find you don't like what happens"

Johnny was still refusing to play this game, so his hand began moving on its own. It grabbed the last pawn, the one colored a faggy shade of pink just like Steve was now wearing, and it moved the pawn forwards six spaces to one of those numerous blank spots.

He knew that he had to draw a card, and this resisting was beginning to get painful on his muscles, but he still tried to resist as his hand grabbed a card and brought it to his face and he found himself reading it aloud. "Dildo Collection: You are now the proud owner of a collection of 15 various dildos. We're sure you'll keep adding to your collection though. Points: 15."

Johnny threw the card down in front of him beside the other one. He was horrified at the image that popped into his head. He could see a pile of around ten various dildos piled together in his home bathroom and his mind told him that they all belonged to him, he had bought each and every one of them with his own hard-earned money.

He then was assaulted with another image of another dildo laying precariously on top of his change of clothes. And then finally, while he didn't see it per say, he had an instant recognition that there were another four female-sex-toys in his school satchel that he had thrown into the corner of the room.

He knew all these dildos belonged to himself, but there was no way he was ever going to acknowledge their existence, or for that matter even use them.

Johnny felt his gut start to rumble and suddenly his shirt was getting tighter. He looked down to see his stomach had added 15 pounds of fat at his belly, which honestly wouldn't be too hard to get rid of with some exercise.

Without even realizing it, he grabbed the die again.