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Poker Night 05
🕑 Added 2018-12-16 02:38:56 +0000 UTCCraig shuffled the deck a few more times. He looked down at all the orange chips he’d garnered over the game and then at Ryan’s pile. But he knew Ryan wasn’t about to bet unless he had a reason to. He might be willing to trade afterwards though. However that also meant that he’d also have to have something that Ryan would want. His eyes drifted over to Dominic, who was currently finding his new interests. The wrestler kept moving side to side to adjust what Craig assumed was a bulge.
“Last hand,” Craig finally declared.
“Yep,” Kyle said tossing in three maroon chips.
Craig didn’t know how, but Kyle seemed to know exactly what to bet. He looked over at Ryan who tossed in the five orange ones. ‘Perfect,’ Craig thought to himself. He dealt the five cards to each of the players. Lance seemed to be the only one still interested in playing, as he was the only one who had lost an amazing amount. Craig didn’t know what was going to happen now. They’d technically just lost one of the linemen and the team would be off balance. That was something to worry about another day.
Lance looked over his hand and then the table. “Alright. Five pounds…” he muttered dropping the five orange chips onto the table.
Dominic still seemed really distracted. He kept looking around at the other guys and then glanced at his hand. There was obviously something in the room that was far more interesting to him that the game right now. “I don’t know… I think I might just sit this one out…” he muttered.
“C’mon man. It’s the last hand of the night. Just bet something,” Craig goaded. He needed Dominic to stay in. Seeing how Ryan kept looking at him, he’d figured out that nerds plan out almost at the beginning of the game. “Don’t bitch out on us. Just bet like three pounds of muscle and then get some new cards.” Dominic was taking the bait. “Besides won’t that help with wrestling a lot?”
Dominic’s face went a little red at the thought. He was a wrestler. He thought back to his last match against David Waters. Just thinking about that guy in his uniform got him hard again. His face would have blushed if there wasn’t so much blood traveling to another part of his body. “Alright… Fine…” he flipped his hand and let the three maroon chips fall onto the table.
“Alright and one inch for me,” Craig said dropping a green chip.
“Don’t like being so tall?” Lance crossed his arms.
Craig just let out a laugh. “Nah, no reason to be so tall. These arms will look way better if I’m just a little shorter.” He raised his arms and flexed. Lance glared. Dominic stared. Ryan and Kyle let out a light laugh a piece. “How many?” he turned to Kyle.
“Just two this time,” Kyle smiled.
“Three,” Ryan said.
“One,” Lance grunted.
“Err… Three?” Dominic added.
“And I get two,” Craig said. He looked at his hand. Two pair. It wasn’t as high as anyone else the entire game but it was at least something. He turned towards Kyle. “First bet.”
“Three pounds of muscle,” Kyle laughed and dropped the three maroon chips.
“Five pounds of fat,” Ryan shrugged. He pushed in the five orange chips.
“You know what. Fuck it. I going to win so you losers might as well just drop out now,” Lance gloated. He flipped his hand over and dozens of chips fell out. He was risking almost everything. The 15 orange chips and 35 maroon chips and 3 more green ones. “All in,” he crossed his arms and leaned back. “Well pretty much…”
Dominic’s mouth dropped. “I’m not risking that!” he protested tossing his cards to the table.
However Craig wasn’t perturbed. “You’re bluffing,” he said confidently. There was a smug, almost arrogant way he said it.
“You think?” Lance shot back. He kept himself calm as he leaned forward again. “Go ahead and bet. Then I’ll at least be somewhere closer to what I had been.”
Craig’s two pair wasn’t amazing but the way Lance was acting he knew he had that one beat. It was just the other two he was worried about. “Can’t win if you don’t bet…” he muttered to himself. He flipped his hand and three green and forty maroon chips fell from his hand. He didn’t have the fat to make up the fifteen pounds of fat. And he wasn’t going to risk the ones he had in his hand.
“Well I guess I’m out,” Kyle smiled.
“Me too…” Ryan added.
Craig just smiled. “Alright big guy. Whatcha got?”
Lance grinded his teeth as he flipped over a pair. He wasn’t completely bluffing but it wasn’t as high as he wanted it to be. He had hoped that the rest would have just folded out but obviously Craig had something. “Go on…” he growled. It wasn’t nearly as intimidating as it had been. Even with his deep voice his smaller body.
“Too bad…” Craig flipped his two pair and started pulling the chips toward him.
“Damn it! It’s not fair!” Lance whimpered as he felt the last of his weight disappearing from his body. He already felt so thin and now his arms were even smaller. There was almost no muscle or fat on his body at all. He could see the outline of almost every one of his bones and when he lifted up his shirt he could count each and every rib. “This isn’t fair!”
“You’re the one who bet it all,” Kyle reminded him.
“Still! I didn’t think this would happen! What am I going to do now?” Lance asked as he thought about his football scholarship.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to coach and we’ll figure something out,” Kyle pulled himself closer to Lance and tried to comfort the guy. “No need to worry about it…”
Meanwhile Lance was busy counting his chips. ‘Alright,’ he grinned to himself about his winnings. 84 maroon, 7 green and 30 orange. However he turned and saw Ryan staring at him. Both knew exactly what the other wanted. “25 maroon and 5 green for all your orange.”
“Make it 30 maroon and you got a deal,” Ryan said.
“Deal.” Craig said as he parted with his chips. He didn’t really care. As long as he got what he wanted. He instantly absorbed the 54 remaining maroon and 2 green back into him. He could feel his body adjusting itself. Since most of the muscle had already been his he only grew ever so slightly. If he had remained his 6’5” self though he would have looked nearly the same but since he was willing to give up a few inches of his height his arms just looked significantly bigger. The only thing he wished was that he’d taken some of Lance’s football skill as well. But when he caught a glance at his reflection he couldn’t help but feel like this was good enough. His arms were full while his chest pushed far out in front of him.
He looked good. Just as good as one of those Instagram models. Even if he wanted to be bigger he had other plans. And if he’d gotten too big it’d be just like Lance said, he couldn’t play football. So at least for now he had to be satisfied with his size. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to show it off as much as he could.
Meanwhile Dominic had moved closer to Ryan. “So what are you going to do with all those chips…?” he asked. That desire to be bigger was really starting to affect him. He tried ignoring it during the game but every time he saw those maroon chips drop he couldn’t help but be at the least bit interested. And after Ryan took away most of his heterosexuality it meant something completely different to him.
“Well…” Ryan smiled down at the other guy. Despite being far stronger, Ryan felt a sense of power he’d never had before. “I was planning on taking you on a date. And maybe, if you’re good then I’ll let you have them.”
“What!?” Dominic realized what he was implying. “I’m not gay!” he protested but then Ryan moved closer to him rubbing his thick chest and touching moving his hand across his nipple. He felt his dick go hard and let out a little moan.
“You weren’t gay,” Ryan corrected. “But if it doesn’t work out… Well…” He grabbed the heterosexuality chips. “I guess you can have these back…”
“Wait really?! All I’ve got to do is go on a date. Fine. Yeah. Whatever. When and where. Hopefully soon so we can finish this quickly.” Dominic was getting excited again. Not only was he going to be far stronger than he’d ever been but also straight again too. He figured that Ryan would have wanted those for himself but if he was offering them back he was going to take it.
“TBD,” Ryan sighed. He leaned back in his chair a little upset how excited Dominic was to get this over with. But at the same time he had a little bit of hope that something might happen.
Kyle rounded the guys up. “Hopefully you all had a good time. I wish you all well and hope that next time is just as much fun.”
The group rolled their eyes. None of them had expected to play with Kyle again.
Comments
Yeah. So I don't know if I'll work on the date next or what Craig's going to do. I've got finals this week so it's kind of just going to be the story that I can pump out easier. Idk if i'll be able to get Coach Jones done by Tuesday (which would push back these stories a day) or not but yeah I've got plans to write the date, what Craig's going to do. And if people are interested a sequel as well. Lance and Kyle would be the only returning characters but focus more on another two football players and the coach. Still have plenty of transformations to go around. =D
Loved this! Are you planning on writing the date?
