A bad roll

Bitch rolled the die in an exaggerated motion. Despite her show boasting it landed to reveal a measly two. With a quick glance, Bitch confirmed that she would in fact be hitting the same tile as Rebecca was on. She, and only she knew that this would entail a perk as well as the original card. Depending on what the card read, it could be a dangerous combo.

Alice picked up a red card for her friend. She'd recently undergone a mental change herself and wished for Bitch to get something really bad. Her prayers seemed to have been heard when she read out the card.

How the old have aged like fine wine
Your body seems to have gotten along just fine
What if it was subject to dereliction?
Let's see how well you cope with addiction

Do you continue or chicken out?

"I -Uh" It was the first time in a long time that the girls had heard Bitch stutter, unsure even. She'd radiated confidence for the majority of the game now, it was almost strange to see her troubled for once.
Her mind was racing. She wasn't a big fan of the older body. Sure, she liked being taller than the rest, having an increased sense of superiority or authority over her friends. Still, she was getting quite tired and needed a break. If her understanding was somewhat on point it sounded like she'd be getting an addiction that would have something to do with her body and dereliction, whatever that meant.. As if that wasn't bad enough already, she'd also be getting an additional perk for landing in the same tile as Rebecca.

"I continue" She seemed to have found her determination again. As if she was gonna let a little addiction get in the way of winning this game. All she had to do was roll the die anyways. Some people lived their whole lives with an addiction, why wouldn't she be able to finish a silly game with one?

The card burst into flames and Bitch immediately became nauseous. Everything began spinning. She was already standing but quickly made a dash for the kitchen. The way her saggy breasts and fat thighs jiggled as she ran out of the room caused Rebecca to burst out into laughter.

Himari took the chance provided by Bitch to leave the room herself, yet again setting her sights on the bathroom down the hall. This left Rebecca and Alice alone in the living room. Alice was as silent as ever, whilst Rebecca sat, giggling like a moron at the thought of Bitch running.

Bitch burst into the kitchen in a frenzy. She was looking for something. Something of divine importance, she just didn't know what. Her eyes scanned the room for something, hoping she'd get an eureka moment or something. She got her first one when she opened the fridge and was met with a beer cans. Her heart sank when she realized what it entailed. She now had an **** addiction. She popped open the first one and pretty much chugged it down immediately. Had she been with the "bros" they'd be mighty impressed. Not that she had any groups of male friends to begin with..

Upon downing the beer she felt her body shift. She got fatter. Her thighs bloated and her belly expanded beyond the flab she'd gotten with her age progression. Her breasts also received a little extra.. She wasn't sated however. There was something missing. That something was conveniently lying on the kitchen table. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She made her way over from the fridge in a swift, yet clumsy maneuver. She was obviously not acquainted with her added weight and even more sluggish body. She'd only had one beer, but she already felt a little tipsy. She fumbled with the cigarette pack for a moment before she finally managed to retrieve the precious white tube. She'd never actually smoked before, so the first, and second, and third drag were mostly just coughing. On her fourth she actually managed to keep it in. Following the successful blow she again felt her body shift. Her hair lost some of it's vibrant color. It looked just as tired and worn down as her the rest of her did. The perk had obviously done something to her. She understood that much.

She was right in her assumption. The perk in question had tied her age progression change with her addiction. The first ingestion of both **** and tobacco had triggered a retroactive transformation. The perk intertwined the previous card with her current one. Meaning that not only had she become twenty years older, for those twenty years she'd been a borderline alcoholic and a chain smoker. This was plain to see just by her body alone.

After downing two more cans, as well as smoking a second cigarette, Bitch made her way back into the living room. Can and cigarette in hand. She must've been away for a while as Himari had managed to finish up with her business.

"You a smoker now, heh?" Alice's comment caught Bitch off guard. She didn't expect her to talk to her so nonchalantly given that she'd been mostly quiet for the whole game. There was a slight smirk on her face as she asked the question. Internally she was cheering, happy that Bitch had gotten a card that was undeniably BAD.

In a moment of pure genius and brilliance, Bitch used her remaining free hand to turn of the smoke detector that was hanging from the ceiling before lighting up her cigarette. Play of the game right there..

"Well, what are you waiting for dumbo? Forgot how the die works?" Bitch was in a foul mood now. Her deteriorating health was having major consequences for her mental and body.

Rebecca, was abruptly pulled out of her daydreaming by Bitch's snarky comment. She was still bright enough to understand that she'd just been insulted. She did an eyelid pull and stuck her tongue out in retaliation..

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