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Three of a Kind

Sneak Peek

“Yo! Anyone home yet?” Ari shouted as he entered the house. The tawny skinned Jersey boy’s Bostin accent rang through the empty halls, no response coming back as he entered. “Guess this one’s a solo mission.”

Ari entered the home coming in from the attached garage as he carried a magnitude of shopping bags. Ari was a little over six feet tall, a bulking strong man of a guy, and he had two other mouths to feed besides his own cavernous gullet. So the amount of food he was bringing in was warranted. Over half a dozen bags filled with groceries, odds and ends for meals throughout the weekend, and meal prep for the following week were strung up on his arms.

Ari always thought of himself as a one-trip guy, hooking handles through his arms to the point of cutting of circulation, putting handles in his mouth for the lighter stuff and putting cartons under his arms holding them in the crook of his pits. His lats made the maneuver particularly easy as he carried the items out of the garage and into the foyer.

Ari kicked off his shoes, his heavy feet making the house shudder as he shuffled his way into the kitchen and relived himself of the weight that was literally pressing down on his shoulders. He gave a little grunt as bag after overflowing bag of food was deposited on the counters and floor. He grinned, his dark stubble framing his diamond white teeth as he nodded at his work with pride.

“That’s right! One take! No mistakes!” Ari chuckled as he started plucking items from the bags and slapping them into the cabinets and fridge. “This weekend is going to be fucking fire!” He joked as he struck the ignition on the stove, the blue flames rolling to life as he got the fixings ready for their supper. It was going to be an easy seafood paella. Nothing got the significant others more in the mood than seafood.

“Hey! Anybody home?” Someone announced themselves as they came through the front door.

“Hey Stephen! In here!” Ari called him over. “You got the booze?”

“You know it,” the Asian man waddled into the kitchen, kicking off his sandals as he succeeded in a famous Ari one-trip. He had two six packs of their favorite beer in each hand and a duo bottle of rum under each arm. “Oh damn! Are you making—”

“Abuela’s famous seafood paella? Of course!” Ari shot his man a sly smirk form the stove as the onions and peppers sizzled in butter.

“Oh, you’re going to spoil us, aren’t you?” Stephen smirked as he set his boozy payload on the counter and came over to Ari. Stephen was just under six feet, and his wavy black hair clung to his head in feathery locks, his face a little rounder than when they all first started dating. That happens when you have a cook as good as Ari. Stephen used to be quite the lean twunk, but now he was their pudgy, butter ball, soft boy. A healthy lair of chub had formed on his gut, pushing out his sweater. He had shorts on, his powerful legs had a dusting of dark hair, and his feet were pristine and well kempt despite exclusively wearing crocks and sandals.

Stephen came right up behind Ari and hugged him from behind, nuzzling into his neck, a pink blush blooming across the shorter man’s cheeks.

“Glad you’re home too babe,” Ari arched his back a bit, his thick cheeks pressing against Stephen’s little gut. The shorter man gave a little chuckle as Ari reached back and patted his man’s head. “It means we can get drinking! You ready for a hearty dinner and a hot night of poker with the SO’s?”

“You know it, Big Man,” Stephen smiled and placed a light kiss against Ari’s neck.

“Hey you,” Ari lifted his leg, brushing the sole of his foot against Stephen’s leg hair gently. The warmth of Ari’s foot radiated over Stephen’s shin, a light amount of sweat slicking off it from having worked all day. “Don’t be trying to get me all riled up. We’re saving that for tonight.”

“I can’t help it when you look so sexy,” Stephen pressed his lips against Ari’s neck, leaving warm kisses against the taller man’s vertebra. “Besides, if you really wanted me to stop, you won’t be teasing me like that.”

Stephen emphasized his point by pushing his shin against Ari’s foot. The big strongman’s toes flexed as he chuckled and set his foot back down on the floor.

“You right, you right,” Ari had a big goofy grin on his face as he went back to focusing on their dinner. “Now, why don’t you get me something to drink.”

“Yes Chef!” Stephen said like a professional line cook and saluted his man before heading off to grab him a beer. “You want the fixings?”

“It ain’t Corona without the lime,” Ari playfully warned him.

“Damn right it ain’t,” Stephen opened the fridge. “Yup! You got some fresh ones.”

“It was on the list! You know what happened last time Amoreena didn’t get her limes?”

“Yeah!” Someone butted in on their conversation. “I threw a fit when I had to pay twenty bucks to have four limes delivered to our door!”

“Babe!” Both Ari and Stephen shouted over their shoulders, one popping his head out of the fridge, the other pulling his face away from the steam on the stove.

“Yes my lovelies, I’m home.” Amoreena came in. The woman looked more at home on some lesbian biker magazine than in their kitchen. Amoreena’s hair was originally a pixy cut, but she was due for another trim. She just stuck on a dark beany when her hair got too long and let a few strands poke out around the rim. She had a flannel shirt, the yellow and burnt brown plaid of it all complimented the black band shirt that clung to her frame nicely. Her ripped jeans exposed her powerful thighs and legs, the flannel one she borrowed from Ari didn’t do her powerful arms justice.

“How my boys doin’?” Amoreena asked.

“Right as rain!” Stephen smiled as he closed the fridge with a sway of his hips, his ass smacking the door and causing the sauces in the door to jingle. “Just getting our master cook a drink. You want anything?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke. You know how I like um baby,” Amoreena came forward, cupping Stephen’s chin and pulling him into a deep kiss. Their lips lightly smacked as she parted her lips, Stephen instinctively letting her control the kiss as their tongues danced.

How that five foot, two inch woman found a way to make her boys feel so small was a testament to the throuple’s matriarch.

“Hey! What’s goin’ on back there,” Ari gave a playful warning through a crooked grin. “No starting anything without me.”

“He started it,” Amoreena smirked, breaking the kiss, Stephen had a goofy grin, his face flushed pink. “Being all cute and shit.”

“I think we both know who started things,” Ari shot back from the stove. “Let the poor guy work the bar. I’m a dry throated bitch over here!”

“Fine,” Amoreena rolled her eyes. “Whatever gets food finished faster. I’m fucking starving.”

“Oh, I know how you feel,” Stephen blinked and finally came out of his reverie. “I wasn’t that hungry until I smelled Ari working his kitchen magic.”

“That bitch knows how to make this bitch drool.” Amoreena agreed, hoisting herself up to sit on the counter, her bare feet dangling off the edge. “He gets me hungry too! Oh!”

Amoreena and Stephen chuckled as he made their drinks with all the fixings, making sure they were both heavy in hand before he poured himself something.

“Thanks baby,” Amoreena smirked from the counter. “You’re the best.”

“Hey! What about me?” Ari shouted from the stove jokingly.

“Are you saying Stephen isn’t the best?” Amoreena asked.

“No, No, you right,” Ari chuckled.

“Trust me, you’ll be the best once dinner is done, but Stephen get’s to be the best right now.”

“Aww shucks,” Stephen smiled as he sat at the table with his own drink. “I think you guys are the best.”

“Look at you Stephen,” Amoreena gesturing to him with her glass. “You’ve really learned to take a compliment.”

“Yeah?” Stephen cocked his head before smiling. “I guess I have.”

“Yeah, normally you’d say ‘It’s nothing’ or ‘you guys are just being nice’ or some shit. It’s about time you value yourself as part of this relationship. You’re not just our third you know. You’re our man!”

“You’re our soft cinnamon roll!” Ari shouted form the stove. “And our man!”

“You guys are so amazing, I love you,” Stephen smiled, tears glistening in his eyes. “Oh gosh, I just get so emotional so fast now.”

“Yeah, feels good to let yourself feel happy, don’t it,” Amoreena chuckled over the rim of her glass.

“It really does,” Stephen smiled, cupping his drink and nursing on the straw. “Hey, what games did you have planned for this weekend? You said you had big plans, so what’s up?”

“Oh, I figured we’d watch a movie, get settled in, maybe braid our hair,” Amoreena joked, laying the sarcasm on thick. “No, I was thinking we get some food in our bellies, get a little boozy, and then this!”

Amoreena pulled something out of her pocket. It was an old deck of cards, but the box was very intricately carved wood.

“Found my grandmother’s old decks of cards that her friends hand made for her! It’s a special, hand painted deck!”

“Woah! Hella cool,” Stephen’s green eyes went wide and practically glittered in amazement.

“Yeah, figured we could do some rummy, maybe play poker,” Amoreena smirked.

“Strip poker?” Ari shot from the stove.

“Did you seriously just suggest we play strip poker with my dead grandmother’s handmade deck that she passed down to me?”

“I…um…” Ari leaned into his pan, trying to shrink away. “Maybe?”

There was a long pause as Amoreena glared at Ari from the counter. He never turned around, but a big smile broke across her face.

“I’m totally messing with you. I was going to suggest strip poker too. It’s what grandma would have wanted.”

“Wow,” Ari sighed in relief. “I thought you were going to smack my ass for that.”

“I still can if you want,” Amoreena smiled, playfully fanning herself with the deck box.

“Heck, I’ll do it,” Stephen spoke up from the table.

“Well, I got two cheeks!” Ari joked from the stove. “In all seriousness, not while I’m cooking, but I’m almost done here. Then we can play grab-ass for as long as you guys want.”

Ari poured the broth into the rice mixture and capped it.

“There,” Ari smiled with a satisfied nod.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ari jumped as his cheeks were slapped hard by a duo of hands. Both Amoreena and Stephen snuck over and were lying in wait for their big strongman to finish prepping the food to give his thick ass cheeks a good slap.

“Shit! What if the social worker asks to see my ass?” Ari chuckled rubbing his stinking cheeks.

“What kind of social worker have you been talking to?” Amoreena raised a brow.

“I don’t think they’re a social worker if they’re asking you to pull your pants down,” Stephen giggled.

“Really? I feel like they’re the only kind of social worker I’d want to get down with,” Ari chuckled, taking a swig from his beer. “Now, how about we get this party started.”

Ari lifted his glass and his partners lifted theirs.

“Cheers!” They said in unison, their glasses clinking together before they downed them.

“Hey Stephen?” Amoreena shook her glass.

“Already on it babe!” Stephen smirked, getting another drink ready for them.

***

Food was amazing. Plenty of pseudo-science approved aphrodisiacs mixed into the seafood for optimum subjective arousal, and plenty of not-so-coy footsie under the table. Ari and Amoreena had to stop teasing Stephen at one point or they thought he might choke on his food. The boy was way too sweet for his own good, but he was a horny boy, so when he felt his partner’s toes brushing up against his leg hair, he couldn’t help but go rigid in more ways than one. It wasn’t until he coughed up a spray of rice that the two promised to let him eat.

Despite their need to reign in their libido, they did their best to keep things light. Being horny and being a good partner weren’t always mutually exclusive, but in this instance, their little cinnamon roll needed to eat up to build the strength he would need for the night. Not only to carbo-load, but also to give him something to soak up the alcohol he was downing.

“Stephen, you trying to blackout tonight?” Amoreena joked, nudging him with her elbow. “Slow down. Do you still need to work up the nerve with liquid courage?”

“Oh, not really,” Stephen blushed as Ari took their dishes to the sink.

“Come on now,” Ari smirked. “I’m going to need to get an aquarium if you keep drinking like a fish.”

“I’ve built up a tolerance,” Stephen shrugged standing up and swaying. He caught himself on the back of the chair and blushed deeply. “Okay, you might have a point.”

“You know we don’t care about your foot fetish, right?” Amoreena raised a brow as she got up to go wash the dishes. “It’s, like, kind of how we met.”

“Yeah…I guess…I just feel like I need to keep it a secret. I feel so dirty.” Stephen’s face burned red.

“Hey,” Amoreena leaned into Stephen, her shoulder rubbing against his as she cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb against his soft cheekbone. “You’re our sweet boy and also our deviant little foot slut. You can be both without getting rid of the other. Promise.”

Amoreena leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before spinning on her heels and going to the kitchen.

“Now hurry up!” Amoreena snapped her fingers. “I’ll wash, you dry and put away. Ari will get the card table set up.”

“Card table?” Stephen cocked his head.

“Oh yeah,” Amoreena shrugged. “We just use the dinner table. Up north, we would unfold a special card table to play on so we wouldn’t disturb all the puzzles.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t doing puzzles too,” Ari smirked. “There’s a domesticated house wife in there somewhere.”

“Hey, I’m only half domesticated,” Amoreena chuckled as she started scrubbing dishes. “Puzzles by day, hooch slinging, card queen by night! You wish you guys could keep up with me.”

“Just add another finger of rum into her drinks,” Ari shot over his shoulder at Stephen. “She’ll be on the floor in no time.”

“Will do!” Stephen chuckled, shuffling over to dry and put away the dishes.

“Hey,” Amoreena handed a dish to Stephen. “You two can’t start conspiring against me so quickly! What did I say about triangulating?”

“That you specifically can’t be on the receiving end of it?” Stephen joked. Amoreena rolled her eyes and bumped her hip against her partner’s.

“You guys are impossible sometimes,” Amoreena sighed. “If we’re going to pick on someone it should be Ari. He’s the one who got us all riled up with his seafood magic.”

“Not my fault you guys are so easily swayed by food,” Ari shrugged as he cleaned off the table with a rag, getting it ready for cards.

“That is true,” Stephen smiled, putting some dishes away.

“Hey! Who’s side are you on?” Amoreena scrubbed the pan the food was in.

“The side who makes the best paella!” Stephen smirked and patted his belly.

“Fair enough,” Amoreena conceded while putting the pan in the drying rack. “Now, where’s my strong drink?”

“Coming right up,” Stephen kissed the crown of Amoreena’s head, her beany smelling of her sweet shampoo.

“Thanks babe,” Amoreena finished up the dishes and went back over to the table. “Okay, what are we doing?”

“I think a very sexy man suggested strip poker earlier?” Air sat down with a fresh beer.

“I do remember a hot guy saying something like that,” Amoreena smirked, her foot going under the table to brush Ari’s leg before she pulled out the deck of cards. “So, going sixty fresh out of the gate then? Diving on into striper’s five man stud or we doing straight up poker?”

“Either way, I’m getting socks to bolster my betting power? Anyone else want socks?” Ari looked around and the other two nodded at him as he left.

“As the drink runner, I say five man stud,” Stephen came back and slid Amoreena’s drink down the table, the glass gently skidding into her hand.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Amoreena opened the deck box and pulled out the cards. She pulled out the jokers and blinked as there was a card with instructions. “What’s this now?”

“Here, let me see,” Ari had come back with socks on and threw an extra pair to both his partners before he plucked the odd card. “It says ‘Whatever game you choose, the winner holds the fate of the party.’ Isn’t that true with any game though?”

“Whatever,” Amoreena rolled her eyes as she did a ruffle shuffle. “Grandma probably wrote it down one time when she was drunk and feeling profound. I’ve seen this stuff in her recipe books and spell charts. Next to her fish casserole dish she wrote to tuck the sardines in beneath the crust like you’re putting them to bed.”

Amoreena starting dealing out cards, everyone getting a duo before she flipped over three new cards. Amoreena then looked at her hand before taking a sip from her drink and continuing.

“So, what is the ante? One article of clothing?” Amoreena cocked a brow.

“That sounds good,” Ari smirked as he finished looking at his cards. “But what counts as an article of clothing? One sock?”

“I think we can say if they would be worn together, then they are one.” Stephen smiled as he looked up from his cards. “So, if you bet your sock, you’re betting both socks. If you bet an earring, you bet both earrings and so on.”

“And,” Amoreena had a cocky grin. “How about the winner of each round decides what article of clothing comes off someone else?”

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Stephen smiled. “So, they get to choose what comes off of both of the losers?”

“Oh, I can get behind that,” Ari smirked. “So how would that work bet wise?”

“How about this,” Amoreena started. “We wager how much you feel confident taking off, but if you lose, you have that much taken off of yourself.”

“So, if I were to raise one, that means an additional piece of clothing. And if I win, I get to take the amount of clothes off someone based on how much they wagered, or if I lose someone takes two off of me?”

“Yeah,” Amoreena nodded. “You get to keep your articles of clothing, but claim whatever someone else wagered. Let’s say Ari folds this round at one article of clothing and we end up going to the final round and wager two. You get to take one piece off of Ari and two off of me. But let’s say you can only take off articles of clothing you can see. Can’t call panties or undies until we’ve reached the nitty gritty.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ari smirked. “But I’m not folding this round.”

“Oh come on, it would be so good for you to quit before you fall behind,” Amoreena smirked, fingering her cards on the table.

“Okay, then, how about this,” Stephen gave a warm smile. “We all ante up one and we see if anyone wants to do more.”

“That’s how the game is played,” Ari reasoned. “So, you going to raise or call Stephen? You’re left of the dealer.”

“Oh yeah!” Stephen perked up, his cheeks burning a deeper shade of red, the cute guy already half-way in the bag. “Um…” he peeked at his cards one more time before taking a sip of his drink. He glanced at the three cards on the table. King of hearts, queen of spades, and four of clubs.

“I think I’ll call for now,” Stephen nodded. Ari knocked his fist on the table signifying his call and Amoreena called by flipping the next card over. Nine of hearts.

“I call,” Stephen nodded meekly. Ari brooded over his cards for a moment before sighing.

“I fold,” Ari tossed his cards in, revealing a six of clubs and the ace of diamonds.

“I call,” Amoreena had a devious smirk as she flipped over the final card. The five of hearts.

Stephen nodded and knocked his fist against the table.

“Raise by one,” Amoreena smirked pointedly at Ari. “It ain’t fun if we all play it safe on the first round.”

Stephen paused, biting his lower lip, strumming his fingers on the table.

“Call,” Stephen nodded.

“Call,” Amoreena smirked.

“Bets are final, let’s SHOWDOWN!” Ari did his best announcer voice.

“Two pair!” Amoreena threw out a five and a four. “Let’s see you beat that.”

“Oh my,” Stephen put his hand over his mouth. “I guess…you and Ari are going to be taking off your socks.”

“What?” Amoreena raised a brow as their sweet boy flipped over his pair of fours with a cheeky grin, giving him a three of a kind and beating out Amoreena’s two pair. “God damn it!”

“You can add your flannel to the pile Amoreena,” Stephen smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, you cheeky bastard,” Amoreena slipped her socks off, Ari doing the same and tossing them off to the side. Amoreena shrugged off her flannel and threw it over her back. “It was getting warm in here anyway.”

“Yeah, how you feeling now that you got us bare foot?” Ari smirked, rubbing his foot against Stephen’s shin, Stephen’s eyes going wide as he felt Ari’s large, warm toes brush against his flesh.

“Oh goodness…this may have been a horny mistake,” Stephen gulped back his drink as his stiffy in his shorts beat against his underwear. Then he felt Amoreena’s smaller, softer toes brush against his socks under the table.

“Yeah, we’ll make you pay for every piece of clothing.” Amoreena commented. Stephen’s face was glowing red, those feet brushing over his legs, those toes bouncing and pressing against him, making them cover more of his hairy legs.

“Okay, enough of that, my deal, right? Okay let’s keep this game going,” Stephen stood up and scooped the cards over to his side and went to shuffling, his partners pulling away from him and letting him shuffle. Though, he did mess up a ruffle shuffle at the beginning with how flustered he was.

The thing was though, beneath the table, undenounced to the players, a magic was setting in. The cards heard the rules and knew the winner. Ari’s feet cracked gently, growing slightly larger, the nails getting thicker and pointed as his large feet slowly crept up a size. Amoreena’s feet were doing the same! Her perfectly arched feet and pedicured toes slid across the linoleum floor, the muscles in them slowly flexing as her nails grew dark and pointed. Her toes continued to expand, Ari’s feet not slowing down either, skidding across the floor as they continued to warp and change. Ari’s toes became more muscular, thicker, cracking and fanning as they did so, mottled fur covering them as Amoreena’s were coated in pure black, silky fur. Her toes were getting thicker, closing in the distance between them and getting soft pads beneath, keeping them soft.

Back on the table Stephen was finished dealing and everyone was ready to ante-up. The three cards in the middle were the ace of clubs, the ace of diamonds, and nine of clubs. Ari was tapping his foot against the floor, the sound getting louder by the second as it grew, but he eventually called without noticing he had grown several shoe sizes. Amoreena called, not realizing her feet were larger either, and Stephen flipped over the next card.

Seven of clubs looked them in the face.

“Raise by one,” Ari nodded.

“Call,” Amoreena pursed her lips.

Stephen called. Everyone called around the table once more. Stephen simply flipped over the last card. Ten of hearts. Ari looked at it, then at his two partners before making his decision.

“Raise by one,” Ari nodded. Three articles of clothing so quickly!

“Huh,” Amoreena pursed her lips.

“Thinking awfully hard on that last card, huh?” Ari prodded.

“Shut up, I’m thinking…” Amoreena had a fatal flaw with poker. She had no idea when to fold. “Call.”

Stephen called and the betting ended with all them knocking the table.

“Let’s SHOWDOWN!” Ari said with his announcer voice, flipping over his cards. “Three aces!”

“Fucking hell,” Amoreena flipped over her cards. She had a pair of tens and nines for a double pair. Not a bad bet, but just not good enough. “You would have a damn ace, wouldn’t you!”

“Looks like I’m going to get you down to your skivvies fast,” Ari did a little dance in his chair.

“I mean, that would be true,” Stephen flipped over his cards. “But I’m fairly sure I win.”

At first Stephen looked like he had a pig with a three and two, but upon closer inspection, they were both clubs! With the other three clubs on the table that made…

“A flush!” Ari looked at the cards and gawked. “No! I thought for sure I had you! You sneaky ass bitch!”

“My poker face is a lot better than you think it is,” Stephen chuckled over the brim of his glass. “Now, Ari, I want you to take out the studs in your ears, your sweater, and your pants. Amoreena, your hat, your shirt, and your pants.”

“Fuck me,” Amoreena groaned. “Make us another drink while Ari shuffles.”

“Gladly,” Stephen nodded, tossing his winning cards over to Ari.

Stephen went off to refill drinks, his mixology skills rounding out the throuple’s triple threat appeal. The soft boy was giddy and smiley as he made the drinks, proud that he was so far ahead. That was until he came back with his drinks.

“Hey, you guys seriously think I wouldn’t notice you wearing socks again?” Stephen rolled his eyes as he put the drinks down and cocked a brow at both of them. “Or wearing cat ears?”

“Cat ears?” Ari cocked his head.

“Socks?” Amoreena pushed herself out from the table and gasped. “What the fuck!”

Amoreena looked down at her exposed legs, her feet large, covered in silky black fur, and tipped with claws. As she gawked at her large feet, she flexed and fanned her toes the way that she would to get her boy’s attention, those digits fanning out before gently flexing back together. The dark fur was creeping up her exposed legs, her calves getting thicker, the bones snapping and extending, her powerful thighs flexing and getting wider as they grew darker, fur slowly creeping up them and stopping upon encroaching her panties.

Ari put his hands on his ears, feeling the round lobes atop his head. He blinked and looked down. His powerful feet were there, tipped with pristine white claws, thick and powerful, encroaching size sixteens and still flexing larger. Light pink pads were on the bottoms of them, showing off the softness as he flexed them. His calves flexed, his thighs groaning against the arms of the chair he was sitting on until they snapped off. Ari’s legs were almost purely white, a few patches of brown bleeding into the fur as his thighs formed teardrop perfection.

Amoreena’s hands were darkening, black fur forming on them as her pristine nails became onyx blades. Her fingers flexed before softening, dark fur blooming over them and rolling down her arms. Her powerful forearms and biceps were still soft, but had a clear power to them as the dark fur slipped over them. Amoreena’s face, chest, and hips were still human, but she now had powerful anthro legs and arms. Ari had power lifter legs that looked like they could crush boulders between them to gravel, maybe even dust! His feet were big, powerful stompers that seemed to still grow slightly, his flexing toes powerful and strong with so much muscle they pushed against one another, the fur softening the crazy definition.

“What the fuck!” Ari gasped.

“Oh my god,” Amoreena admired her claws, her fingers elegant, yet powerful weapons that could tear flesh from bone. She did a quick double bicep, her powerful arms balling up into thick balls of muscle. “Oh my god.” Amoreena smirked. “I think I could beat Ari in an arm wrestling match now!”

“Seriously? That’s what’s on your mind right now?” Ari asked with a creeping panic.

“I mean, I don’t know about you, but the changes seem pretty hot to me,” Amoreena smirked and looked over at Stephen. “You think so too, Hun?”

Ari looked over at their soft boy. His face beat red and a bloody nose showing how hot and bothered he was. He looked at those powerful feet, those massive soles, the powerful toes and deadly claws. He couldn’t hide his boner if he tried.

“You…You like this?” Ari asked Stephen.

“I…” Stephen nodded. “Very much.”

Ari felt a shiver go down his spine, pushing his legs out and kicking one up over the other while putting his hands behind his head. It was pride, he felt desired and wanted and his godly anthro legs and feet were making his man nearly jizz his pants.

“Ah, the bigger the better, huh? You like all that extra man, babe?” Ari smirked bouncing his human pecs in his shirt.

“Yes…Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out.” Stephen braced himself against the table. Amoreena’s strong arms came to help support him, her hand gently rubbing his back for comfort.

“Don’t worry baby, we got you,” Amoreena gently soothed their soft boy. “Your big strong partners always got you.”

“I…I don’t know what’s going on,” Stephen caught his breath. “But…as crazy as it sounds, I think it’s related to the cards.”

“I mean, duh,” Amoreena joked. “The only one’s who’ve changed are us who lost articles of clothing.”

“Fuck, if I’d have known you’d get sexier when you lost, I’d have folded every round,” Stephen begrudged.

“I don’t know,” Ari cocked a brow, his legs so long and his feet so big he could extend all the way under the table and gently floss his big toe and index toe around Stephen’s hairy leg. His hot, warm toes comforting his soft boy. “I’m not sure if the game would let you. I don’t know why, but I feel like we have to play the game for the changes to happen.”

“Yeah, I feel that too,” Amoreena cocked a brow. “Call it intuition, but I think if you disrespect the game like that it won’t work. You got to play how you normally would.”

“But…what If I don’t get any hot changes?” Stephen was worried.

“I think that’s what this was about,” Ari pulled the card that had the writing on it. “If you win, you can change the fate of the players. You could always change yourself.”

“Really?” Stephen’s eyes grew wide.

“Only one way to find out, baby,” Amoreena leaned back onto her chair, the cards in her hand looked significantly smaller than before.

Stephen quickly divvied up drinks and got back into his seat, the green eyed dork practically vibrating in his seat. The first three cards on the table were the three of diamonds, the queen of hearts, and the three of hearts.

“I think I’m going to raise,” Amoreena smirked, strumming her new claws on the table. “By two.”

“Fold,” both Ari groaned and Stephen excitedly flipped over their cards. Sure enough, both Stephen and’s Ari’s hands were pigs.

“Damn, I came on a little strong,” Amoreena flipped over a pair of queens. Even without any of the other cards she had a full house with three queens and two threes.

“So, you want me to take off my socks?” Stephen was grinning, already bending over to get at his socks.

“Hold up,” Amoreena smirked. “Just to keep things interesting, how about you take your shirt off first. Shirt for you too Ari. I want to see how those chests are going to look.” Amoreena’s brown eyes flashed golden as she licked her lips.

“Oh-Okay,” Stephen looked a little disappointed, but he also knew the rules of the game. He gripped the hem of his shirt, pulled it up and threw it off to the side. Ari took his shirt off the sexy way by gripping it from behind and pulling it over his head.

The changes started immediately. For Ari, his pecs bounced, each one getting larger as the continued to bounce. It was like every time they went back down, they sank a little lower. His chest hair grew lighter until a healthy plumage of fur sprung from the growing crevice between Ari’s pecs. Stephen gave a soft moan as his pecs did the same, his little moobs getting definition before pushing outwards. Stephen’s spine elongated as his gut rolled out. A powerful keg of muscle and a generous layer of fat came into reality on Stephen’s gut, a happy trail of fur splitting down between his pecs and then sinking over his soft beach ball belly. Stephen’s belly button popped and his stomach jostled out larger, the table’s legs screeching as it was forced closer to the other two.

Ari gave a lusty moan as his strong man belly melted away into a powerful set of angry abdominals. His obliques rolled up into his lats’ wingspan, his arms flexed up, his biceps bursting with power and doubling in size. His thick hands grew bigger, each one now tipped with white claws, his palms filled with bright pink pads as they flexed, his forearm growing to connect them to the powerful double peaks and his massive mitts of hands.

Stephen’s neck was forced from one side to the other as his delts shunted into reality one at a time, thick cords of power lashed onto Stephen’s neck, connecting his jaw to his powerful cleavage. His shoulders rolled outward, spreading wide as they solidified into powerful bowling balls of power before rolling down his arms.

Ari’s neck elongated, power cords of strength kept his jaw connected to his torso. His body hair was quickly bleached a creamy white before mottled spots of brown bloomed over his arms and sides. The fluffy fur softening the striations of his muscle groups as his spine cracked and rose him higher.

Stephen’s hands cracked and his nails grew thicker, his relatively pudgy fingers flexed and formed powerful digits. Despite the new size, he still held his hands softly, no pads on them, but thick, brown fur rolled over his body and up his neck, stopping just before his jaw line and his gut hovered above his shorts.

“Damn,” Amoreena did a loud ruffle shuffle of the cards. “You guys were hot before, but fuck if I’m not on the edge of my seat.”

Stephen and Ari found that they had just as much control over their arms and hands as they did before. They were simply bigger. Stephen had some trouble picking up the cards at first with how much larger his hands were, and his nails were so thick they didn’t provide much in the way of picking things up, so he just scooped them from the table.

“Okay, how you feelin’ stud,” Amoreena asked Stephen.

“So amazing,” Stephen smiled, flexing one arm, his bicep splitting into a powerful double peak. Not nearly as large as Ari, but he could outshine anyone at a weightlifting competition. “Oh wait, you meant cards.”

Stephen blushed and looked over his cards again and then at the table. Currently it was the eight of hearts, three of clubs, and queen of diamonds.

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