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Chicken Out Two: Chapter twelve!
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Opposite of Camila sat a far less eager Sam. He'd been on the fence about whether he should've entered the game or not as it was. His first turn, albeit not that terrible, didn't exactly give him confidence in his decision. Nevertheless, he powered through and rolled the die, looking on with great concern as it came to a halt, showing a respectable four.
"Well that's not too bad?"
Sabrina was actually, despite her flaws, capable of noticing when others were in distress. More often than not, she used that for "evil", but when it came to her boyfriend, of course she'd do what little she could to cheer him up.
"I guess so. It means I'll end up on a red one though.. I don't know what to expect from that, but at least I'll get some extra points added to my next turn if I pick up the gold die."
In spite of his reservations towards the game, Sam sincerely considered picking up the gold die, knowing perfectly well that it had the potential of messing him up even more. But being the superficial guy that he was, Sam felt a false sense of security knowing that his appearance would remain unaffected by the red card he held in his hand.
A boyfriend oh-so devout.
Despite your feelings of doubt.
It is a matter of whether you will proceed.
You must accept the need, the need to breed.
Do you continue or chicken out?
"Don't look at me, I'm not ruining my body for that shit!"
Sabrina caught on to the wording surprisingly quick. Not that the card was too cryptic to begin with. The dynamic and relationship between the two had worked so well because they weren't too keen on those responsibilities to begin with. Suddenly seeing Sam be offered the option to get a "need to breed", Sabrina wasn't too excited, understandably so.
"Don't worry. I'm sure I can keep whatever arises in check, baby."
There were traces of Sam's old smirk in his expression as he reassured his girlfriend, but the mature charm he otherwise carried was all but gone, being replaced by his now somewhat effeminate face.
"I'll continue."
Like any mental change, nothing was immediately obvious at a glance. Besides the card turning to ash in his very hands, there was no evidence that a change had taken place at all. But as time went on, and Sam's mind began to wander, a couple of things stood out as ..odd. First, he a heat rise from within himself. Arousal. Scanning across the room, his eyes locked on to Camila like magnets. Now, Sam was never the type of guy who'd ogle other women so obviously, mostly because he knew how Sabrina would get if he did. But there was something so tantalizing about the Latina's plump derriere as she sat there, squishing the sofa cushions like a goddess of fertility. Those perfect child bearing hips, how perfect they would be to deliver his offspring.
It almost came down to the point of drooling before Sam managed to pull himself back to his senses, thankfully before Sabrina caught wind of what was happening inside his mind.
"Feel any different, babe?"
"~Uhm, Yeah, no. Not really. Eheh."
In a feeble attempt to hide his engorged member, Sam shifted his legs to hide his crotch from view. Combined with his feminine face, the pose only served to emphasize his diminishing masculinity further.
His answer by no means seemed convincing, but with a long road still ahead as far as the game was concerned, Sabrina pried no further and motioned for her mother to get on with her turn.
