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Chicken Out Two: Chapter eleven!
🕑 Added 2023-12-20 23:18:58 +0000 UTCPrevious chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/chicken-out-two-93762920?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
Camila was practically foaming at her mouth after seeing Troy's change. Sure, he looked killer. But it wasn't attraction that issued such a response from her, it was the anticipation. He'd gone from a fragile little nerd to a buff hunk. Like the reasoning of a compulsive gambler, she only had her eyes on the prize, not the potential loss that could ensue instead. If there was any tension in the room amongst the players, Camila was oblivious to any of it. She had the eyes of greed, wanting everything.With those very eyes on the prize, Camila threw the die with great determination. The number didn't matter to her all that much, so long as the card would change her in a good way. If anything, throwing low numbers would increase the amount of changes she could get, giving her much greater odds of coming out with beneficial alterations, not that the bombshell Latina needed it in the first place..As the die tumbled across the hardwood coffee table, her pulse shot up and her muscles tensed. Like watching the wheels on a slot machine turn, waiting for the last one to declare you a winner or loser. She didn't care much for the sum of it's eyes, but more so about the tile she'd be ending up on. After seeing what the game had done to Sabrina and Troy in the body department, Camila could fancy herself an upgrade. She didn't exactly need a tan like her friend, but would most definitely welcome something that could clear up her skin, if that was even an option. Maybe she'd find out as the die landed on a five, which, if her math was to be trusted meant that a green card was in store for her.With eager hands, she leaned in to grab a piece of her destiny, praying and hoping that it would give her good news.Did you never learn not to take things for granted?
Fine, have it your way. Time to improve your rearview.
This will surely let your Latina heritage shine through.
Not for free though! Your other assets will as such be supplanted!Do you continue or chicken out?Now we're talkin!Naturally, Camila simply ignored the words she didn't understand, but she loved reading "improve" and "assets". Surely this could only go the right way."I continue!!"There wasn't a shred of doubt in her voice. But the poor Latina girl wasn't as self assured for long. The changes began in her chest, shrinking it until it was near non-existent."Uhm. What the fuck is this, it said IMPROVE, RIGHT???!?"Feeling herself up and down, there wasn't much to grab on to anymore. Her breasts now more akin to those developing on guys with abnormal hormone levels."I don't think that's all of it.."Troy being the levelheaded know-it-all came with a not so helpful comment as the changes carried on towards Camila's rear, expanding it to a much more impressive size."Heh. That's what they meant by Latin heritage?"Sabrina said smugly, very clearly drawing some level of satisfaction out of her friend's misfortune."Shut it, skank.."The two weren't particularly mad with each other, this as just the sort of playful banter they'd grown to communicate through, though there often lied some truth behind the words..
The banter did however not last for long. The sound of fabric ripping caught everyone by surprise. The previously tight jeans on Camila failed to hold all that extra junk in her trunk. She was by no means a stranger to the concept of ripped jeans, but this particular pair left a little too much on show for her own tastes, splitting perfectly down the middle and revealing her fairly racy underwear. It was a miracle that it held up as well as it did, but the tightness that ensued was more than enough of an excuse for Camila to considering removing them all together."You wouldn't happen to have anything ..my size on hand?"Trying her luck, Camila's eyes briefly graced Sabrina's hips and thighs. She didn't know what she expected, Sabrina had already been a good few sizes smaller already, surely she'd have nothing in her closet that would fit her BFF's new dumptruck."Actually I do. If you're good with wearing something VERY pink..""I'll take anything at this point. It's either that or a blanket, and I'd like to be able to move around if I want to. Pink it is.."Pink was perhaps her least favorite color. The feisty girl usually never associated with typical "girly things". There wasn't a particular reason for her distaste of girly things and the color pink, she'd just turned out that way. Maybe it was the fact that she had mostly masculine impressions forced upon herself growing up. Either way, she gladly accepted Sabrina's offer to find something that would fit her new badonkadonk."And a top too! This one is ..kinda loose!"She barely got the message out as Sabrina ascended the stairs to her bedroom. Hopefully she'd have something her size in both departments, it was certainly a whole lot more likely that she'd have something to replace her much too big top.
Thankfully the effects of Sabrina's first card didn't sabotage her clothes as long as she didn't make any attempt to wear them. She picked out the leggings in question, and a matching top which she'd bought as a pair.Upon seeing the combo with her own eyes, Camila frowned her brows a little, but with no other option available, went to the bathroom to change...So that's what it meant.Looking at herself in the mirror, the cryptic message of the green card began to make sense. She truly had that stereotypical phat Latina ass going on. Thankfully all au naturel too. Her breasts would be missed, but it was nothing a little surgery could help with. At least it was easier to get a good pair of boobs artificially than a BBL that could rival her own natural one.
When her self inspection was over with, she proudly entered back into the living room, looking very bottom heavy."Stare all you want girls, I know you'd kill for an ass like thisss. Let's play some more!!"And just like that, she was over the loss of her boobs and jeans, roaring to get going with the game so that she may get even more cards that can improve her body. Perhaps even a card that will grant her some new breasts.
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The long awaited next chapter! To anyone wondering why there was such a pause between the last chapter and this one, it's due to a very busy schedule. Between a very intensive exam period, and changing roommates/moving rooms I've had very little time on my hands to balance the weekly captions, the ongoing commissioned story, this story, and the upcoming Christmas special.
Speaking of Christmas special, It's scheduled for before New Years. I'll hopefully get it done by Christmas eve, but I can't say for sure. Either way, it's on it's way! Can't wait to share it with you all!
In the meantime, Merry Christmas!
