Poker Night 04

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Dominic shuffled the deck. He was pissed. He couldn’t believe how much he was losing. Even by not betting as much as he normally would, he still was losing a lot. It was just so annoying that he couldn’t get anything. And even when he did he still lost. Looking around the table he could see both Craig and Ryan seemed pretty happy with themselves while Lance was getting nervous. His eye caught Kyle but he had the same stupid grin he’d had the entire game. 

“Guess I’m big blind,” he said tossing out a three maroon chips. Craig had already tossed out a green chip. Dominic dealt the five cards. They all seemed to be pretty interested in what they had. “First bet,” Kyle directed to Ryan.

“God I’m so stupid…” Ryan muttered as he tossed out three blue chips. “I’ll raise.” His foot started tapping as he brought his hand back to stare at his cards. 

“I’ll go for that,” Lance grinned putting down three maroon chips and ten orange ones. 

Dominic stared at him. Lance seemed to know something he didn’t know. Looking down at his cards, he felt like he had a pretty good chance for a straight. He’d need a king or a king or an eight. It wasn’t likely but there was a chance. And seeing how much muscle was being bet right now he kind of wanted in on it. He just would have to decide what he’d want to give up. “One inch…” he groaned tossing out the purple chip.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah that’s that!” Dominic couldn’t believe that he really did it. He didn’t want to but he was running out of options. He didn’t want to be any shorter and he didn’t want to be any weaker. “One inch! And I think it’s raising at least a little bit!”

“Okay…” laughed Craig. The others hid their laughter. “But I don’t think I’m betting this round.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” Kyle smiled tossing out another purple chip. “Guess I need to match the rest though too…” He tossed in an extra six maroon chips. 

“Didn’t know you had that much muscle,” mocked Craig.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Kyle mocked back.

“I guess I’ll follow with nine pounds of muscle,” Ryan said as he pushed in the maroon chips to match the purple chip. 

Lance looked down and saw that Ryan’s leg was still moving a mile a minute. He was obviously nervous about what he was doing. “Trying to bluff us out?” he asked. “Sounds like a bad idea.” Lance decided to add another ten pounds of his fat and three pounds of his muscle. At this rate he’d at least look a bit more fit. Even if he was going to be almost 100 pounds lighter.

“Pot’s right?” Dominic asked. The rest nodded. “How many?”

Kyle dropped four cards and showed his ace. “Four,” he smirked. 

The others just shook their head. “I need two,” Ryan said.

“One,” Lance said.

“And then one for me,” Dominic looked down at his card. His eyes went wide as he saw the eight. ‘Oh thank God!’ he tried to calm himself back down but this straight was perfect. It was exactly what he needed. And looking at the table he’d get so much more. 

“Guess I’m first bet,” Kyle interrupted Dominic’s momentary celebration. “Three pounds of muscle,” he said.

“Two IQ points,” Ryan instantly put down the blue chips.

“Little excited?” Lance looked down at Ryan. He was betting like crazy but he was so nervous. “I guess three and five then.” Something about the way Ryan was acting was getting him even more nervous but he couldn’t tell what it was. It was like he knew what he wanted to do but didn’t know if it would actually work. ‘Is he nervous about the game? Or…’ the thought shot through Lance’s head as noticed that Ryan’s eyes were laser focused on Dominic. 

“Err…” Dominic looked at his cards. He knew he had something. It was a really good hand too. But the way Ryan was betting made him nervous again. He didn’t want to lose again. But watching that pot grow more and more he couldn’t help but be at least a little bit greedy. 

“Come on big guy,” Ryan goaded. “It’s just a game. How about if you bet another purple chip, and I win then I’ll give you those back.”

“Wait… Can he do that??” Dominic asked.

“Of course he can,” Kyle laughed even harder. “Why do you think those two have been saving their chips? To use on themselves later? Nah, they have someone in mind that they want to use it on.”

“Are you serious!?” Lance’s mouth dropped.

“Well fuck that,” Dominic said. “I’ll raise.” He dropped two purple chips onto the table. “You better keep your promise.”

“He’d be bound to it,” Kyle said. “Whatever is bet on must be upheld. However I do enjoy a good game so I’ll stay in too. Eighteen more pounds of muscle.” However instead of it falling out of his hand he had a large tube that seemed to come out of nowhere. Eighteen maroon chips fell onto the table. The rest looked at him, confused. “What?” Kyle asked innocently. “Like I said, ‘there’s a lot about me you don’t know…’” 

Ryan ignored the ominous nature of what he’d just said. He just shook it off and kept tapping his foot. “Ok. But I’m going to raise again.” He dropped a purple chip, nine maroon and then added four more blue and a green for good measure.

“What are you trying to do?” Lance asked. Now he was weighing his options. It was getting hard to keep up. Ryan was so nervous but it still wasn’t about the game. It was clearly about something else. But for some reason he went along with it. He was already in pretty far and didn’t have a bad hand. If he gave up now then he’d really be out of luck. “Shit…” he groaned as he let the chips fall. He had to turn his head as he heard them hit the table; three green, eighteen maroon, and then twenty orange. He couldn’t believe how much he was wagering on this stupid game. He was still having trouble conceptualizing what this was going to mean for him. “Damn it…” he added as he saw the large stacks in the table.

“So you’re raising me again…?” Dominic asked looking at the table.

Ryan let out a deep breath. “Let me just lay it out for you. I want you to wager half of your heterosexuality.”

“What.” Dominic stated. The rest looked in awe.

“But there’s a catch. I want you to accept all of the chips of ‘wanting to be bigger’ that I’ve won off of Lance. Then I’ll bet the same amount of ‘dominance’ chips that you lost to Craig and add in a few inches from my penis and some extra muscle. You don’t have to compensate anything after that.” Ryan let out another deep breath as he said it. His leg was practically running as he waited for Dominic’s reaction.

Dominic looked at his cards. Then the pile of chips in front of him. He’d lost count just how much was actually in there. All he knew was it was a lot. “Am I…?” he questioned whether or not he’d be willing to actually risk his heterosexuality over something like this. ‘But if I won… Fuck… I’d be so big.’ He’d not even have to worry about wrestling anymore. “Fuck… Fine. I’ll do it.” He lifted his hand forward and watched as thirty five pink chips marked heterosexuality dropped from his hand.

“Great!” Ryan let out a sigh of relief as he gathered up the black chips and passed them over to Dominic. He pulled them into his skin and could already feel them starting to work. Just looking at the pot had his mind racing. He would be able to get so big. Before his he took the chips he’d always like working out and being a pretty big guy, but now staring at those chips it meant something else. It seemed to mean so much more to him. He couldn’t get over what would happen if he actually was able to have all of that.

“Fuck…” Dominic moaned. He leaned back into his chair trying to calm his mind. Those chips shouldn’t have had that much of an effect on him but he couldn’t stop thinking about what could be. How much bigger he could be. His eyes caught his reflection and he grimaced at how much size he’d lost. But then the thought of how much he could win brought him back.

“Well I don’t want to be a party pooper so I might as well stay in,” Kyle said jovially. “Hopefully this is enough.” He dropped in two green and twelve more maroon. He pulled them out of his special little case again.

“Holy…” Ryan caught himself as he looked at the pot. “Ok… I didn’t think it’d work. But… Woah… Ok. Now I have to keep my end.” He raised his hand and dropped in the black chips labeled dominance and then added three more purple.

“That was you’re plan? That’s what you were so nervous about?!” Lance looked down at his cards again realizing just how stupid he’d been. He had two pair. Why was he going in with two pair! “Fuck!” he shouted as he tossed his cards to the table. He didn’t want to go in but at this point he felt like he had to. He pushed his hand over the table and let even more of the chips fall out of his hand. He just made sure they were all fat. If he was going to be so small he might as well not be fat. He watched as thirty orange chips and two green ones landed on the table. 

“Pots right?” Dominic asked nervously.

“Pots right,” Kyle grinned. “Two pair; Aces and kings.”

“Flush,” Ryan grinned. He'd won. Somehow he'd gotten another flush almost right off the bat.

“FUCK!” Lance shouted as he threw he stood up from his chair. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His size was rapidly draining from his body. He could feel the XXXL shirt he was wearing feel even looser around his chest and arms. As he paced back and forth his pants fell down away from his waist. He was far too skinny to wear something meant for his former size. His belly just kept pulling further and further in while he was shrinking in on himself. The years of trying to gain size all disappearing in seconds. His foot fell out of his shoe and he looked down at his thin body.

Dominic stared at the five spades in front of him. He’d just lost. “Fuck…” he groaned feeling his dick pull in on itself. He was normally about 6 inches but now that he bet three he was about half the size he’d been. Looking at all that muscle was getting to him. He was willing to bet so much and now he lost so much more. He looked as Ryan pulled the chips closer to him. For some reason he almost thought Ryan looked cute. Looking around at Craig he felt something inside him stir. The broad shoulders and trimmed arms looked kind of hot. He was jealous of that size that Craig had garnered over the game. It was just that he was so tall that his muscles looked almost too thin. But part of him just wanted to work out with the guy while another part wanted him on top of him. 

Ryan took his winnings but separated them out. He clearly wasn’t going to use them all. He took his five blue chips, ten of the maroon, four of purple and three of the green. He stared down at his body as it started to grow longer and thicker. Not too much but enough to make it look like he worked out. “Woah…” he moaned feeling the ten extra pounds of muscle added to his frame. If he hadn’t have added the three extra inches to his height he would have looked a lot thicker. His shoulders filled the medium shirt he was wearing while his biceps were now touching the sleeves. 

He tossed three of the purple chips back at Dominic. “I think these are yours.”

“But I bet four…” Dominic said.

Kyle interjected. “You decided to bet two when he offered to give you the chips back if you bet one chip. But you decided to bet two. So technically he doesn’t even have to give you those back because you didn’t agree to his bargain…” 

“Are you serious…” Dominic uttered. But realized he should just accept the generosity. He stared at the three purple chips and hungrily put them into his body. He couldn’t only be two inches. He had to be bigger. Looking over that the huge stacks of weight that Ryan had he couldn’t help but feel even more jealous. He could feel his five inches growing hard at the prospect.

“Don’t worry,” Ryan started out, “I’ll make sure you get that last inch at some point…” It almost seemed like Ryan was starting to joke. His more passive personality was starting fade away as he was winning more games. Or maybe it was just that he was now the third largest guy there. Now that Lance stood next to him, Dominic couldn’t help but notice how they looked to be almost the exact same size.

Craig picked up the deck of cards. “Guess it’s my deal and then we’re done?”