Its CHYOA. Of course they play

"Bimbo Chess?" Mike read the rules pamphlet aloud, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "Dude, there's no way this is real. It says the game literally transforms your body as you play!"

He flipped through the pages, eyes widening at the diagrams detailing each chess piece's corresponding bimbo transformation. "Like, if you capture a rook your legs and ass get bigger? And the queen makes your boobs swell up?? This is insane!"

Dale snatched the pamphlet from his friend's hands, grinning widely as he skimmed over the rules himself. "Quit being such a pussy, Mike. This is obviously meant as some kind of perverted joke game."

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "But I gotta admit, I wouldn't mind seeing what you'd look like with a set of massive tits! Maybe it would finally help you get laid."

"Dude, fuck you!" Mike sputtered, his doughy cheeks flushing red. "Like I'm gonna let some sketchy game turn me into a...a bimbo freak!"

Undeterred, Dale began setting up the bizarre chess pieces, each one molded into phallic or busty humanoid shapes. "Well I think it sounds like a wild time! You're just scared you'll lose and end up as the game's bimbo bitch."

“What does that even mean?” Retorted Mike. “Didn’t you read the rules? The loser’s mind and body get completely bimbofied for like a day after they get checkmate’d.” Mike looked even more worried. “Why would they write that in the rules of a make believe game?”

Dale flashed a cocky grin at his flustered friend. "What's the matter, Mikey? Don't you wanna see how the other side lives for once? Imagine having an actual sex appeal instead of repelling women with your dorkiness!"

Mike opened and closed his mouth, seemingly searching for a retort. Before he could respond, Dale had finished setting up the board, the hypersexualized chess pieces leering up at them almost tauntingly.

"Well?" Dale raised an eyebrow challengingly. "You wanted to find out if you had any game this weekend. Now's your chance to put your money where your mouth is!"

With a resigned sigh, Mike took a seat across from his friend, eyeing the garish board warily. "Okay, fine. But if I wake up tomorrow with gigantic tits and a bimbo brain, you're going to be in so much trouble!"

"Looking forward to it," Dale smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he spun the game's small transformation wheel...