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Chapter 12 by KingAngle666

What Did Johnny Roll This Time?

Another 6

The die hit the desk and bounced turning over to reveal another fucking 6. Johnny wasn't a happy camper at all, he was a volatile concoction of scared and pissed off, and there was nothing he could apparently do but to play the game. He could still resist though, there was no way he was going to willing give into all this faggy shit that was happening.

Johnny found his hand grabbing that stupid pink pawn once again and moving it forwards another six spots, this time though the space he landed on wasn't empty. The space simply said "Draw 4 fun cards". Johnny cursed aloud as his hand moved forward to grab all four of those stupid fucking cards at once.

"Kink: Bite Marks: You love wearing the marking of other's teeth on your body. Points: 12."

Another twelve pounds of fat magically added itself to his gut as he placed the card down in front of himself, not minding that card too much, at least it wasn't faggy. He had left many of bite marks on all the chicks he had pounded here in school over the past four years, it could be rather hot to have the favor returned on him.

"Build-able Dildo: You are now the proud owner of a dildo made exclusively of Lego bricks. Bet you just loved building dongs as a child. Points: 5." A simple five extra pounds added itself to Johnny as he had a sudden new memory enter his head. He'd never enjoyed playing with Legos but his fag of an older brother had and he could now remember his brother building a Phallus out of Lego's which Johnny kept displayed in his bedroom for reasons he couldn’t understand.

"Itchy Asshole: And you thought Mosquito bites were bad. Points: 15." The itch appeared out of nowhere and he shifted in his seat. He could feel it deep within his virgin hole and he could tell it wanted to be scratched, but there was no way anything was going up his hole.

"****: A random player is now selected to be your master. You're welcome. Points: 20." What the fuck, he got a **** card too, although this one was a little different. And to top it all off his once defined body was buried under 52 pounds of fat.

Suddenly the spinner in the middle of the board came to life and spun round and round until it finally stopped on

What Does the Spinner Stop On?

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