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Poker Night V02 Part 01
🕑 Added 2019-03-24 02:03:27 +0000 UTCLance couldn’t believe what he’d been reduced to; towel boy. Kyle had promised he’d still be part of the team. Technically, Kyle hadn’t lied, it’s just not the way Lance wanted it. Watching the other guys practice made him jealous. There were still several days he went to the gym to workout but it wasn’t the same as it had been. Every time he looked in the mirror there was barely a trace of his former body. He was small, weak, and almost completely ignored if not to be made fun of. He wanted to be out on the field, not in the locker room washing their dirty jocks and jerseys.
“Here’s another load,” Matt tossed a sweaty jock at Lance, smacking him in the face. It hurt his pride more than anything else.
“Thanks…” Lance said tossing it in the wash.
“What’s up buttercup?” Henry was right behind Matt leaning against the wall. “Laundry too good for ya?”
Lance just ignored them. He grabbed the detergent and put it in the wash. The two weren’t leaving though. Before he could just grunt at the two goons and they’d run off. Before, he’d never be put into a situation like this either. He’d never have to do anything for them. It just wasn’t the same anymore.
“You think he heard you?” Matt asked Henry.
Lance could hear the malicious grin on Henry’s face as he spoke. “Hey dumbass. You too good for laundry?”
“I don’t think he thinks that,” Kyle snuck up behind the two making them jump. He laughed at the accidental scare.
“Jeez… How’s a big guy like you so quiet?” Matt asked.
Kyle just continued smiling down at them. Since the last poker game he’d decided to change his body completely. The small helpless nerd stereotype had grown boring. When talking to Craig he’d told him that he wanted to try being a jock again. Just seeing Craig’s original size, Kyle had wondered what it would be like for a while. Being a good 6’6” and hefty 300 pounds of defensive wall was something Craig always enjoyed. As of now Kyle seemed to be enjoying it as he could stop a confrontation just by standing there. But more importantly he apparently acquired a lot of ‘sneak’ tokens at some point and could move his giant body almost unseen. “Just have my ways…” he mused. Kyle tossed his giant jock into the wash and headed back into the locker room.
“Fucking weirdo,” Henry muttered under his breath.
Kyle heard it and pulled the two football players under his arms. “How about we play a game tonight. I’ve been hankering for some poker. You guys in?” The two looked at each other confused. Neither one had ever really hung out with Kyle before but they also didn’t have anything to do that night anyways.
“Uhh… Sure?” the two agreed.
“You too Lance,” Kyle added. “Wouldn’t be a good game with just the three of us.”
Lance stood there a little confused. Since the transformation, everyone treated him so differently. Everyone who he thought were his friends seemed like completely different people and then he didn’t know how to relate to the friends in this reality either. “I’m not…”
“Don’t think about it. Just come have a little fun with us. It was fun last time, right?” Kyle smiled.
‘No!’ Lance grimaced at what had happened to him. “I guess…” he lied. ‘Can’t get any lower than I am now…’ He followed the three back into the locker room watching Kyle take control over the situation. Even though Henry and Matt didn’t like Kyle all that much; they still were willing to hang out with him. They were known for joking back and forth with him. But when Kyle demanded authority he was given it. He knew what they were trying to do and wouldn’t let them do it.
Lance followed the other three with his head low. Kyle had the deck leading deeper into the locker room. He plopped his big body down onto the ground while Matt took one of the benches. Lance and Henry sat on the floor as well finishing off the circle. However Kyle didn’t seem ready to deal yet. He was shuffling the deck more than he needed to.
“Hey there boys. What are you still doing here?” Coach Hildebrandt asked. He stood over the group looking down at them. His large body had always played football but now it’d gotten a bit too large around the waist to do much of anything. He still loved the sport but seemed to love ice cream and soda a bit more. Not to mention how the each year closer to his fifties was another year where his hair was just a little bit whiter and a little bit thinner.
“Just about to play some poker,” Kyle smiled up at the coach. “Wanna join?”
Coach looked down and smiled. “What are we bettin?”
“Just our attributes,” Kyle said nonchalantly. “Anything about you that makes you you, is able to be wagered.”
Matt, Henry and Coach all looked at him confused. “What?!” Matt chuckled out. “You hit your head or somethin?”
“Yeah… What the Hell does that even mean?” Henry added.
Kyle just kept shuffling the deck. “Means you can change your life. Get people to bet something you want from them, win the hand, and it’s yours. Lose and it’s theirs. Just like money but a little more personal.”
“Woah… Woah… Woah…” Coach put his hands up. “I don’t think I get it…”
“Yeah. Seriously. I thought we’d just bet money or somethin,” Matt added.
“C’mon man, don’t be a little bitch,” Kyle taunted. Lance saw his face tighten then give a mean smile. He didn’t like being disrespected like that. “Not even Lance is complaining. And you’re going to sit here and complain all night. It’s just a fun little game where you can bet attributes. If you get someone the other guys to bet a lot maybe you can actually be the big man on campus you claim to be.” Kyle held up his pinky and swirled it around. If it were anyone else doing that they would have been on the ground. But Matt held back.
Everyone there knew what Kyle was implying. Matt was the only guy on the team who refused to get naked in front of everyone else. The guys usually just called him gay but that was more of just normal ribbing. They’d always figured it was something else but no one dared say it. “Fuck you,” Matt finally spoke back to Kyle. He looked more determined now. It wasn’t just a game. It was personal.
“So what’s everyone else say?” Kyle held his hands out as though he was defenseless but at the same time it was so intimidating. His large body easily closed the gap between the two gym benches. But that smile, somehow it was inviting yet threatening.
“I’m in…” Lance said with his head down.
“Fuck yeah!” Henry cheered. “If the loser’s playin I’m in.” He was rocking around on the floor ready to get started.
“I guess?” Coach Hildebrandt shrugged. He lowered his weight down onto the other bench. “If I can bet this belly away, I’m sure my doctor would appreciate that…”
“Alright!” Kyle smiled as he started dealing out the cards. “Standard five card draw. Betting on your five cards and then after the draw. Feel free to bet anything you want more of or want to lose. Muscle, fat, dick size, anything goes.” He purposefully looked at Matt when he said dick size. Only taunting him even more. “Coach is going to be big blind. Henry’s gonna be little.”
Lance looked at the five cards in his hands. He didn’t have anything; just a 3, 4, 6, Jack and Queen all off suite. He didn’t want to be on this. Besides he didn’t even know what he would bet for this game. He’d still been working out in the gym with some of the other guys. He’s see Ryan and Dominic in there sometimes. It surprised him just how happy Dominic looked being with Ryan. The other guys had made fun of him for actually being gay, but he owned it. He just told them to fuck off and unless they wanted their ass beaten, they’d better shut the fuck up about it.
The guys just laughed it off and after that they were fine. Lance was a bit taken aback. But he wasn’t in the same position as Dominic. If he made a threat like that, there was no way for him to be able to back it up. Even if he had gained a solid ten pounds of muscle over the last few months he was still soulfully underweight compared to anyone else who was making fun of him. The only thing he could really be happy about was that any fat he had, melted off giving him at least a skinny guy’s six pack.
“Focus…” he told himself looking at the other guys. They all seemed really focused on their cards.
“Five pounds of fat,” Coach held out his hand almost naturally and five orange chips dropped to the center of the guys. “Woah… He laughed watching them bounce on the ground.
“Same?” Henry followed suite watching the orange chips fall to the round as well.
“Same,” Lance said. He’d already been through this. But he still had a little bit of an idea of what to bet.
“Same,” Matt said. Even though he didn’t know exactly what was going on, he still played it cool.
“Boring…” Kyle yawned. “One inch off my dick. I’m just too big. You know what that’s like. Right?” he slapped Matt’s leg making him jump.
The other’s just looked on in a bit of confusion. “Does that count as a raise?” Coach asked. Somehow deep inside him he felt like that was right. “I guess I’ll call. 5 more pounds of fat.”
“Same,” Henry said.
Lance looked over the chips. He didn’t have much to bet. This small body wasn’t able to pack on the weight his old one could. He couldn’t keep betting on hands he wasn’t sure about but at the same time he still needed to take a chance. But right now it was just fat and an inch for his dick. “Fold…” he muttered, trashing his cards.
“Already? What a bitch,” Matt bragged. “Five more pounds of fat.” He said dropping the orange chips to the center.
Obviously that’s what everyone wanted to start with. They wanted to get rid of that excess weight for vanity reasons. And if they lost nothing was really lost.
Kyle smiled and turned to Coach. “How many?”
“3.” Kyle dealt him three cards.
“2.” Henry said.
“3.” Matt said.
They looked over their cards. Lance figured this would be a good time to start studying them. He wouldn’t be betting anything and now he could see how they reacted to each other. But it was still early. They hadn’t bet anything they weren’t willing to lose so all of them were able to play it pretty cool.
“5 pounds of fat,” Coach said again.
“Same.”
“Same.”
“1 inch off my dick. But this time you guys aren’t able to bet fat. I want to have some fun tonight. It’s boring if all you want to do is lose weight…” Kyle said.
“Damn…” Coach grumbled. He stared at his cards. He must have had a little something but still wasn’t really sure. “Fine… 3 pounds of muscle.”
“So… Err… This is a little weird but can I bet my horniness? Like I’m super horny all the time and can I bet that?” Henry asked. His lithe muscular body made him pretty popular at parties but at the same time he often put himself in situations that he really shouldn’t have.
“Of course,” Kyle laughed. “You can bet anything.”
“Alright! 20 chips of horniness,” Henry looked at the chips again. “Woah… That’s a lot…”
“It’s still not a raise. It’s just that horniness really isn’t something most people can say they want. But you’ve also got a lot of it… Looks like that’s about 20% of your total horniness.” Kyle smiled then turned to Matt, “Alright big guy. Your bet.”
Lance could see him grinding his teeth at the nickname. “9 pounds of muscle,” he grumbled. The 9 maroon chips dropped from his hand. “I’ll raise. Bet you bitches will just chicken out.” He leaned back crossing his arms.
“You think?” Kyle smirked as he dropped yet another purple chip. The other three stared in awe.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Henry said. His leg had picked up speed as he tried to ease his clearly upset hand.
Coach just put his hand over again and the orange chips just fell out. “My doctor’s really gonna appreciate this,” he joked.
“Really?!” Henry stared at coach who was still clearly in the game.
Coach shrugged. “Why not? Just a game. And if I can lose more of this belly…” he pat the large rotund stomach sticking out in front of him. It jiggled at the sensation.
“It’s your bet,” Matt interrupted. “Or you gonna puss out just like Lance?”
Henry looked over his cards. “Fuck…” he groaned as he put his hand over the pile. A purple chips and 3 maroon ones fell onto the pile.
Matt’s eyes lit up. “You serious bro?” Matt leaned forward.
“Quit bein such a little fag about it,” he gripped. His hand shot behind his neck.
“Is it turnin you on..?” Matt licked his lips and tried to serenade the other football player.
“Fuck off,” Henry groaned. He was already embarrassed enough for having to bet that. He just figured it wasn’t that bad. Everyone there knew he had more than enough to spare but it still felt a little awkward betting it.
Matt took his turn and dropped in three more pounds of muscle. “Alright boys. Whatcha got?”
“Three of a kind,” Coach turned over three fives.
“Fuck…” Henry groaned as he turned over his queens and sevens.
“Well fuck you all,” Matt smiled as he turned over five hearts. “Unless you’ve got something bigger, big guy.”
“Well…” Kyle started off. Matt’s face sunk as he clearly didn’t know how to handle what Kyle was about to say. “Nope.” Kyle ended up smiling.
“Fucking idiot,” he grinned as he pulled the chips closer to him. “So how do I do this...” he posed the question holding the purple and maroon chips in his hand. The hard plastic slowly started to sink down into his hand. “Holy…” he grinned as his body started to grow. It was a good 6 pounds of muscle adding to his frame. Being one of the running backs he hadn’t had to gain as much weight as much as the other guys along as he was fast. His 185 pound frame added the six pounds of muscle just making him look a bit more swole. His arms had more definition while his chest pushed out just a little further.
But what was most noticeable was just how much further apart his legs were spread. It was hard to see but there was a serious bulge starting to push out of his shorts that ran down the side of his leg. The four inches must have been a lot because there was nothing there before. Matt tried to adjust his shorts, but he still looked so uncomfortable. “What are you staring at faggot?” he growled at Lance.
“Nothing!” Lance said more defensively than he meant to.
“Alright coach, you’re deal!” Matt said tossing his cards.
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