Poker Night 03

Lance shuffled the deck of cards wondering about his body. He had just lost a bunch of weight but somehow he felt completely okay with it. “So we can literally bet anything about ourselves?” he asked.

“Yep,” Kyle nodded. “Anything that you are or could be. But I wouldn’t go around betting all of that. Just remember it’s you who still have to live your life.” The rest just stared. “It’s still for fun,” he laughed trying to break up the uncomfortable silence. “Dominic’s little blind and Craig’s big.”

“Err…” Dominic didn’t know what he would even want to bet. He was really starting to hate the idea. After seeing Lance lose so much he wondered what he would be willing to lose. “1 IQ point,” the blue chip fell onto the table. 

“An inch,” Craig dropped a green chip onto the table as well.

“Alright then. Let’s deal,” Craig smiled. He dealt out the five cards and everyone went silent again. Each one was weighing their options, trying to figure out their options. 

“Guess I’m next,” Kyle smiled. “Five pounds of fat, three pounds of muscle. Hopefully that doesn’t scare anyone out.” He gloated.

Ryan looked over his cards. “No I don’t think so,” he said pushing in ten of his orange chips. 

Lance mulled over his cards. “Yeah I’m out…” he tossed them to the middle. 

“Scared?” taunted Dominic. 

Lance just rolled his eyes. “If you saw what I gave myself you wouldn’t bet either. Just try to keep that attitude when you lose to.”

“Fuck off,” Dominic said as he put another blue chip down. “I’m not a sore loser.” The rest didn’t comment.

“Five more of fat,” Craig said dropping the orange chips down. 

“Are you serious!?” Lance nearly flipped the table. “That’s just not healthy now! How much of that have you wagered so far!? And you barely had enough to begin with!” He looked at the rest of the table for support. “Come on. Back me up.” 

Craig didn’t let anyone else speak. “It’s my choice. I can bet what I want.”

Lance bit his lip. He didn’t understand why no one else was backing him up. Even if he still had the orange chips in his possession, it didn’t mean he couldn’t use them later. However he still didn’t like the idea. “How many,” he grunted at Dominic. 

“Two,” Dominic dropped two cards and picked the other two up.

“Just one,” Craig glared from across the table. He seemed to be on a mission.

Kyle smiled and turned his head. Lance had always thought he was a pretty creepy guy but now it was on full display. “I need four again,” he tossed the four down and held up his ace of clubs. Dominic seemed to be the only one to still react with Lance. The other two were in their own little world as they played. He tossed him the cards and he kept the same creepy expression he’d had since they started. It only grew creepier as the game went on.

“I need two,” Ryan said. He sounded a little despondent but still looked like he knew what he was doing. 

Right now Craig was trying to figure out any tells. Dominic was the easiest. His bombastic nature made it impossible to hide what he was thinking. Just a small smirk on the side of his mouth and the light in his eyes had returned. Obviously he’d gotten whatever he was wanting. However the other three were so much harder to tell.

Even if he’d been on the same football team with Craig for the last few years, he could honestly say he didn’t know much about the guy. All he knew was that he really liked working out with his older brother who no one else seemed to like. It didn’t seem like Craig liked him all that much either and most of the team wondered why he would bother hanging out with him instead of them. His response was always a disheartened, ‘He’s family.’ Despite his constant mocking and deriding of everything Craig ever did, most of the guys would still seem them hanging out with his brother even if there wasn’t really a reason. Lance figured that’s where he’d gotten his poker face so he could hide certain things from that brother. So at least from time to time he’d be able to enjoy a little something. Craig placed his cards down pleasantly.

Ryan was another tough one. Lance figured with a little prodding he’d be easily broken too. But he hadn’t realized that he almost seemed to enjoy the challenge. Lance figured he’d probably been bullied in high school, so bringing up some of those memories should have at least fazed him. It didn’t. That’s what threw him for a loop. He was calm, cool and collected. The only thing was the rapidly increasing speed of his foot tapping as he was about to make a hard decision. If Lance had seen this hand play out he would have easily known not to bet. If Ryan had something it was probably low enough to make him guess but high enough to make him want to play.

“Having fun?” Kyle interrupted Lance’s thoughts. 

“Huh?” Lance realized just how deep in thought he’d been and was pulled back out. He looked over at Dominic and realized he hadn’t bet yet. Even though he was really excited he still held his cards close to his chest. “It’s your bet dude,” he turned to Dominic.

“I know. I know,” Dominic’s excitement was getting hard to keep down. “I just don’t know what to bet. How about two inches in height but no one’s allowed to bet fat this time around.”

Craig rolled his eyes. “Fine so when I raise you to twelve pounds of muscle I get to start making rules too? When it gets back around to you I want some of your dominance.” He directed at Dominic. Then turned to Ryan. “And your submissiveness.”

“Huh?!” the three on the opposite side of the table gasped in unison. 

“What do you want that for? I mean sure I just didn’t think I’d bet it. Didn’t think anyone would want it,” Ryan muttered. 

“I’m good with those rules,” Kyle said. “I’ll be betting two inches in height and an inch in dick size.” Two green chips and a purple chip landed on the table. “I assume that’s alright with everyone?”

“I guess but aren’t you even going to look at your cards?” Ryan asked. 

Kyle just laughed. “Nah… More fun this way.” 

Ryan just shook his head. “Alright. Whatever.” He flipped his hand over and watched several black chips land on the table labeled submissive. If anything he was almost happy that Craig would ask for something like that. 

Dominic did the same but wasn’t as excited. He looked over his cards again trying to figure out whether or not to bet. “Alright,” he declared to no one in general. “I’ll bet it but I want a few things from you,” Craig cocked his eyebrow at the assertion. “I’m going to raise but you have to bet some more of your height and muscle. Not much. But still that’s what I want.”

“Fine,” Craig shrugged. 

“It’s that easy?” Dominic said a bit confused. He let the chips fall out of his hand onto the table. A stack of ten black chips labeled ‘dominant’ and then six more maroon chips. “I think that’s good.” 

“I’d say so,” Craig let his emotionless face slip for just a second. A shift of his voice was enough to let Lance know that he’d made the right choice. However everyone was already in and he was more than happy to bet the six pounds of muscle again. He held out his hand and let the chips fall.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t get told what to do?” Kyle mocked. “I’ll start to wonder why I was invited here at all.” He kept a playful demeanor as he said it. The rest didn’t respond. “Alright fine. Six more pounds of muscle on the table. What are you going to bet?”

Ryan looked over his hand and figured that wasn’t too much of a raise. With how much was in the pot and all he was losing was his submissive nature, what really was there to lose? “2 IQ chips,” he said.

“Everybody in?” Dominic said excitedly. “Straight!” he held out his hand and the table saw the five cards in order. It wasn’t too high but apparently high enough to make Ryan drop his cards.

“Damn… I had trips…” Ryan groaned. “Whatever…” 

“Sucks to be you!” Dominic said already grabbing for the chips.

“Woah. Woah. Woah,” Craig interrupted him. “You think you were just betting against Ryan? Try a flush idiot. ‘Pparently we’re really lucky tonight.” Craig swatted Dominic away from the chips. He turned towards Kyle. “So did you’re four card pick up do anything for you?”

“Nope,” Kyle smiled as he dropped the five random cards on the table. “Not even a pair.” He kept his carefree attitude about the whole thing.

Craig took his winnings and put them closer to his side of the table. He grabbed all the chips and separated the ones he obviously wanted and the ones he didn’t. He instantly took the fifteen pounds of muscle, four IQ points, two inches in height, the single inch of dick length and the ten dominant chips. He felt each one pull up into his skin. Each pound of muscle added to his already large frame. It just made him look that much more tone. He gave them a flex to feel the raw strength hidden inside his biceps. A moan escaped his mouth as he ran his hands over the even larger muscle. 

“So now that we’ve seen you grow again, do we get to see what else got bigger too?” Kyle asked. He made it sound like a joke but only Ryan laughed. “Guess not…” 

“Damn it…” Dominic whined. He’d just lost two more inches and six pounds. When he realized how high pitched his whine got, he instantly corrected himself. “This sucks. Why do you guys keep giving me shitty cards?”

“Well it’s your deal. So give yourself something nice,” Lance said shoving the cards at him.