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Sitting by the sidelines, goosebumps popped up on my skin. Fuck. How? How was it possible for someone to be this unlucky? Back to back Aces when he just had a huge upswing? The peacock on my left hung his head low, looking down at his stack. 63 SB remained. As the cards were dealt, I could see dread coiling around his feathers. His eyes had lost the life in them once more. And this time, there were only 16 rounds remaining before the game ended. “So Riley, what were you saying again?” “Pl-please, is there some compromise we could make?” “Of course.” He pointed to the side. “Just tell the ref that you’re surrendering. And maybe… just maybe, I’ll fucking spare you.” As the cards were dealt, Ryan’s eyes glanced to the side. No. Please. Is there any way for him to even win here? Fuck. I… I don’t want to die. Not in this place! What were his options here actually? 16 Rounds. 24 SB bled out just from blinds. But if he didn’t do that… he might just go bankrupt within seconds and I… I mean the risk was worth taking, wasn’t it? Randomly bet 20x the amount and… and… I… might just live. Bitterness swirled beneath my tongue. This was supposed to be my second chance but even this felt like it was going to crumble. Going to die out. A wavering flame on a dying candle type shit. “I… I’ll think about it…” “See, I could even let you pick what bird you want? In case, you don’t want to be this colorful.” Ryan nodded ever so slightly. Raising the cards up, more sweat dripped from his neck, covered within his feathers. Round eleven started at a massive disadvantage for Ryan: Henry: 4 d (Diamonds) Ryan: 6 h (Hearts) Ryan Pot Henry (B) 63 SB 2 + 1SB 134 SB “Oh don’t look so sad, Riley. I’m sure you’ll get used to it. All the others in my harem love their life now.” He tossed another chip into the pot. “Sure, you have to do some chores as my maid but… Life’s a lot simpler, isn’t it?” Ryan tapped weakly on the table, indicating a check. “Guessing stage will commence now! Any takers?” Henry shifted around. With one of his hands carrying the card, he pushed it under the light. “Hmmm… should I take this chance, Riley?” The peacock didn’t answer. He only blinked back. I wasn’t even sure if he was even thinking about the game at hand or was he thinking about quitting on the spot? “Alright then, I’ll guess. Is my card a diamond?” The referee slowly clapped once more. “It is in fact a diamond. Player Ryan now has to pay an additional 4 SB.” Ryan ripped his card after taking a peek. The fact that he could’ve won was even more disheartening especially with this shitty guessing rule. Shoved in there for Henry to take full advantage of. With the stack at: Ryan (B) Pot Henry 58 SB 1 + 2SB 139 SB Ryan’s whole body just slumped over. Like a corpse moving, he merely went through the motions. I… I… I was dead, wasn’t I? Now I had to pray that the surgeon could properly cut me up. Else… I might just bleed out on the table itself. Round twelve to seventeen was miserable to watch. Whatever card Ryan was dealt, he would immediately fold. It didn't matter if he was button or big blind, he was just folding all of them. Like a coward’s retreat, he just kept on mucking his cards. There was no life in them. A zombie could move with more vigour than what he was fucking doing… Just a pathetic display of events. And I was no better watching from the side. For reference the rounds came as such (Ryan’s vs Henry’s cards): R12: J h (Hearts) vs 5 (Spades) R13: 4 h (Hearts) vs 4 c (Clubs) R14: 6 (Spades) vs 10 d (Diamonds) R15: 9 d (Diamonds) vs 4 (Spades) R16: 5 h (Hearts) vs 6 c (Clubs) R17: 9 (Spades) vs 8 h (Hearts) By the 18th round, he was merely pushing chips to the centre of the board. Was he suicidal or something cause this was… actually just torturing himself, wasn’t it? The cards came as such: Henry: Q (Spades) Ryan: 8 (Spades) Ryan (B) Pot Henry 48 SB 1 + 2SB 149 SB Raising both cards, Henry was delighted to see something so much so he muttered out a phrase. The peacock meanwhile, didn’t seem to hear it as he played with his chips. “Is the offer still standing? Can I just surrender… and will I still keep my mind?” “Of fucking course. All you have to do is surrender now. This is my final offer. All your memories, personality and even that little cock of yours would still be there.” Henry leaned forward. “All you just have to do is give up. Now.” A tear dripped down his cheeks. “Bu-but… I could win.” “And?” “And I… I…” “Save your breath, alright? Just be a good bird and suck my fat cock later on. I have a room just for you freaks. Will have so much fun with tha-” “Raise to 10 SB.” Ryan immediately interrupted him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scratched against his head. “I… I mean I… I came here to gamble. So I’m… I’m gonna gamble, alright?” “Are you fucking retarded? You have 50SB. Do you not value your fucking self? Your identity? Your life?” Ryan chuckled. “If I did, I wouldn’t be gambling here, would I?” Henry declared. “I call.” All I could do was watch his demise. How… Ryan was always so… rational. So risk-adverse. That I never thought to see him be this reckless. This… absurd to gamble at his wits end. Was it the anxiety that got to him? “Guessing stage will commence now! Any takers?” The referee’s eyes glimmered. Unexpectedly, both players raised their hands. Was he actually guessing here? If he guessed incorrectly, it would be over for him. Over for both of our lives. Please. No. Just… Play it safe and wait… wait for that moment, please. “Alright with Player Ryan being the button, he receives priority guessing. Hence, Player Ryan, what would you like to guess?” “Is my card-” My blood pressure spiked, clenching my hands into fists. Was he guessing the rank? How could he know it here? Or was he guessing the suit itself? Wasn’t this a fucking blind guess? All up to chance? “A spade?” “It is indeed a spade! Congratulations, Player Ryan won 30 SB from Player Henry.” I immediately sighed in relief. With the chips flowing Ryan’s way, I could finally take it easy. 80 SB should be enough for him. Just one or two more good rounds and he could actually win the game. The owner clicked against his tongue as he ripped his card. Ryan followed along. “Ah, guess I got lucky there, didn’t I?” “And there goes your offer. I’ll fucking make you into a whore. Fully devoted to me.” “Excited to see that then.” With the 18th Round ending, 8 rounds were left. Was there any way I could help Ryan to win here? Plans and possibilities branched out as the next cards were distributed. How… Why did he even guess there? And did he have a plan regarding this in the first place? Or was it just… just faith and luck? I… I could only wish for the former because the latter was too scary for me. As the cards flung up, I tried to resolve my face. Not trying to show any emotion on it. The one card that could turn the tides finally came. Please. I just needed Ryan to clinch this one. He had to. To take the lead once and for all. Round 19 begun with both players, staring down at one another: Henry: A h (Hearts) Ryan: 7 h (Hearts) Ryan Pot Henry (B) 77 SB 2 + 1SB 120 SB We just needed Henry to fold here. One simple fold was enough. There, Ryan could bleed the blinds out and the game was over. Come on. Please. This had to go through. Henry leaned back. “I call.” “Raise to 5 SB,” Ryan calmly said. Staring down at Henry, he coughed a bit. That reminded me how dusty the room was. Henry glanced at the back of his card. “Tryna fuck with me, aren’t you? Re-raise to 10 SB.” Ryan swallowed his spit before folding. Fuck. How… what… 10 SB? Didn’t he just lose? Why was he betting so much now? That damn deck of cards probably had some other tricks I wasn’t aware of. The next round was a quiet one. Ryan folded quickly (7 (Spades) vs Q h (Hearts)). In the 21st Round, that damn Ace returned. Back to Ryan this time. Henry: 10 (Spades) Ryan: A c (Clubs) Ryan Pot Henry (B) 71 SB 2 + 1SB 126 SB The peacock shifted his feathers around. How long had this game been going on? Two hours? Three hours? Every second just slowed down here. And the stress was killing me here. Probably shaved off a good four to five years off my lifespan. Glancing back at Ryan, he was equally struggling like me. It was funny. Funny to see him struggle this much here. At work, he was calm and cool-headed. But here, all of his wrinkles revealed themselves. I didn’t even know that was possible. Just another seven rounds. I… I needed him to win this. Somehow. Henry chuckled down. “Raise to 20 SB.” The chips stacked upon one another, wobbling in the middle of the table. “I… I…” Ryan gulped down. “I fold.” “Congratulations to Player Henry! Since Player Ryan had folded his Ace, Player Henry will now take half of Player Ryan’s stack.” The referee said as he ripped Ryan’s Ace c (Clubs) to shreds. The peacock fanned his feathers before swallowing down his spit. With the last chip slid to Henry’s, the peacock didn’t have much life to go against this. So when Henry began taunting him once more, you could imagine the resentful silence, glaring back at him. In Round 22: Henry: 6 d (Diamonds) Ryan: 8 c (Clubs) Ryan (B) Pot Henry 35 SB 1 + 2SB 142 SB Ryan shoved another 3 chips to the pot without saying a word. His eyes reminded me of a dog’s. Like those strays you would see on the street. Going feral for scraps. And this one had just gone mad. “Woah, woah, so ready to lose everything to me, aren’t you?” Henry chuckled. “What’s next?” No words escaped. “Heh. Lucky for you, I like them feisty. The feistier the better.” He placed the chips into the pot as well. The referee cleared his throat. “Well then, would anyone like to guess their card?” Henry once more raised his hand. Just… What was the point of even betting here if he was going to guess his own card? What was Ryan even thinking here? Or had he just given up? He wasn’t even guessing this time round. “Is my card a diamond?” "Congratulations," The referee announced. His words were tuned out within my mind. I covered my mouth. Just watching another 12 chips being transferred over caused me to jerk forward. Staring at Ryan, he merely looked down on the table. All that anger had evaporated once more. And he… What was he even thinking? Thus began his folding streak. Though he had a flame in his eyes, it was merely wisps. Wisps of the original ember that burnt. All that talk about changing Henry or clearing my debt… I swallowed my spit. Did the cards even matter? Ryan was just bleeding out the blinds. On and on and on. And on. Maybe, I had a chance of survival. But Ryan was doomed. Doomed to be Henry’s. The thoughts stung my conscience. Perhaps he was here because he wanted to gamble. But… I couldn’t deny watching my friend, perishing down this path was… Painful. Very painful indeed. My throat tightened. Guilt now engulfing my mind. This was the end… Wasn’t it? For the orbit, the cards went as followed: R23: Q d (Diamonds) vs 9 h (Hearts) R24: 7 d (Diamonds) vs 10 c (Clubs) And then… the second last round arrived: Henry: 10 d (Diamonds) Ryan: 3 c (Clubs) Ryan Pot Henry (B) 19 SB 2 + 1SB 177 SB “Is…is the offer still available?” The peacock choked out his words. Resentment and pity intertwined within his weak words. “I… Please… I never wanted this.” Henry merely scoffed. “Bitch, of course not. But don’t worry, it's going to be the same thing, isn’t it? You’re just going to fucking fold.” He glanced over at me before wearing a smirk. “And your friend is going to lose a kidney while you’ll be my peacock whore.” “I…I…” His feathers fanned out. And somehow, his hand slipped. The card fell to the table, revealing for both Ryan and Henry. My jaw went loose. Great… This was even worse than I had expected. Was expecting him to just fold and just lose the game in peace. The referee stepped in as Ryan raised his talons up. “Wait, this was a mist-mistake! This didn’t count! I swear!” “Unfortunately, the rules are as rules” Ryan tried to protect his chips but with how forceful the referee was, his chips were ripped away. As much as I wanted to glance away, I steeled my resolve. I had to watch him lose. All the way. Maybe it was some measly form of atonement, but it was all I could do. Covering my face, I hoped to hide the shivers down. Maybe there was a way to come back? Come back in this very last round. Instead of shuffling, the dealer simply tossed the cards to them. A chuckle escaped from my mouth. Even on the final round, God was still fucking with Ryan. I blinked at the scene before my eyes: Henry: K d (Diamonds) Ryan: 2 (Spades) Ryan (B) Pot Henry 9 SB 1 + 2SB 188 SB Ryan was admittedly out of sorts. He softly pushed the chips to the pot. All nine of them. I reached my hand out on instinct, only for the referee to slap my hand away. “Charlie, what do you think you’re doing?” “I… “ I glanced back at Ryan. Shaking my head desperately, I didn’t want to see him being this suicidal. He should just fold. Fold here and still… live somehow. My vision blurred with the tears. All of this? All of it was my fucking fault. Shouldn't have been here to begin with and now my friend was going to be taken away. Henry widened his eyes. “Oh? That desperate to lose?” He dropped his chips to the centre. And slammed them firmly into the pot. “Call. Who knew you wanted to lose this fucking badly?” Ryan glanced away. His feathers once more fanned out. It felt imposing for a moment; but just like a paper tiger, it had no weight. His feathers were going to be crushed. All of his feathers. All of his life. All of his memories and life. Just like mine… Slaughtered and eliminated. “For the final time, it is my pleasure to declare that the guessing stage has begun. Would anyone like to guess?” Both players raised their hands. “Since Player Ryan has the button, he will guess first. Please. What would you like to guess?” A little sparks of hope flung in my eye. Maybe… just maybe… he just needed to guess the rank. One out of thirteen. A random one out of 13 chance to win here. He had to guess it right. Ryan's face ducked under. Under the table. Could see his sweat dripping off of his feathers. Just one chance. One fucking guess. The anxiety clawed against my heart. This had to be it. This had to work. He had to guess it. All of this HAD to work. My teeth crackled against one another. As my body stiffened up, Ryan laid back by the chair. Sighing. I wanted to shout. Wanted to scream. But I held it in. No, if he was going to guess, he was going to guess it right. And if he needed all the time to think, by all means, I had to let him do it. “Henry,” He said, slumping against the chair, “I hate this.” “Aww Riley, what’s wrong?” “I hate how the game is rigged against me. I hate how helpless I am to my own shitty luck. And I hate how fucking addicted I am to this feeling.” Henry nodded along. “It's alright, Riley. Once you’re with me, I’ll whip some sense into your fucking whore brain. All you’ll be thinking about is my co-” Ryan suddenly chuckled. And he laughed louder and louder. Had he gone mad? I squinted at the peacock. “Henry, I really do admire you. It’s incredible to me actually.” “Bitch. What’s your fucking problem?” As his face leaned forward, he had the widest grin. Unhinged. His eyes, bulging forward, just had spirals within his eyes. A shiver went down my spine. What… What was this uncomfortable feeling? He was going to help me, right? He slammed the table. Still laughing away. “Oh, Henry…its just so funny. How the weakest card could wipe a king lik-” “Ref!” “Yes, yes,” The referee said, clearing his throat. “Player Ryan, if you do not make your guess soon, I will have to disqualify you.” His peacock head tilted to the left. “Oh right… Can I answer it in Chinese? It's my lucky day, after all.” Lucky? With those Aces coming? And what about the multiple losses in a row? Aside from the first round, every other round was with him at a disadvantage. The only luck he had received was misfortune all the way through. The referee scratched his chin, before nodding along. “Only if you follow it up in English.” Ryan snapped his fingers. “Alright then.” He calmed himself down, “My card is 大老二, the biggest card in all of Chor Dai Di.” An awkward silence filled the room. Henry and I glanced at the referee before glancing back. What the hell was he saying? Some Chinese words that I couldn’t understand. I held my breath. Didn’t know that Ryan was Chinese but why was he pulling this stunt now. Then, the referee clapped slowly. “With that, Player Ryan has officially guessed correctly!” Before I had a chance to cheer, Henry shouted, “What the hell did he say? Henry shot up, glaring at the referee. “Why was he answering in Chinese?” “I said, my card is the 2 (Spades). Fucking dumbass. Do I need to repeat it?” Ryan flicked the card to the table. Heavy feathers fanned out and loomed over the smaller Henry. I blinked at all of Henry’s chips being shipped to Ryan. Streams of tears were released down on my cheeks. All of it. Wait… did he just bankrupt Henry? The referee straightened his suit. “Since Player Ryan had guessed correctly, Player Henry will lose all of his chips and go bank-” The casino owner gripped against his suit. “What the hell? How was this fair? How t-” “Silence.” A simple strike down his arm caused the larger man to yelp in pain and subsequently backed down. “The rules are just the rules. As I was saying, Player Henry will go bankrupt. Thus, Player Ryan will receive 50 grand with Sadelo’s serum to use on anyone within this room.” “Fucking bitch. This shouldn’t even happen! How the hell did you even ge-” “Oh I’ll explain. Every single thing. Quite simple actually.” Ryan interrupted him before stretching his back to the right. Scanning the room, he yawned a bit. I gulped. He… he had to save me, right? He had to… right? “So how much do I need to pay Sadelo?” “Depends on what you want to pay.” He took out the briefcase and showed the serum of nanomachines. A syringe with a silver liquid within a vial. “You could pay 50 grand and you can have the changed person for yourself. Or you could just hand over the changed person as payment and let them work for us.” Henry’s anger soon morphed into fear. “Wait… wait… wait… how was th-” “You wanted Riley to be your escort, right? Right under your control, yes? It's the same principle, Henry.” “And if I won, what would you take away?” He barked back louder. “Your money of course. I’ll take fifty grand in compensation for letting you keep your escort. But I doubt Ryan here has that money. Especially since he escaped from Sadelo.” Ryan raised his eyebrow before directing his gaze to me. “Is there anything you would like to say, Charlie?” My throat tightened. Fuck… I felt miserable, looking up at him. He just saved my life and yet here I was doing nothing. I just wanted to run. Or dig a hole within this basement. Guilt wrecked my heart. “Do pick your words carefully though.” He paced within the stuff room, his tail feathers twitching up and down fanning the dust up. “Unlike some idiot here.” While the referee restrained the shouting Henry to his chair, I was scared. All the words just all seemed wrong. Should I beg? Should I cry? Should I just play it off cool? It was swirling around and around. Then it hit me. It was obvious, wasn’t it? I took a deep breath. This was all I had to do. I just needed to say this one line. Clutching against his arm, my mouth quivered, “Thank you so fucking much. I… I’m so-” The words were clogged in my throat. Apologising was never my strong suit. “Sorry. I’m not going to excuse myself. But I didn’t want to die.” I wiped the tears in my eyes. “Look, you can do whatever you want with me.” I glanced away from him. “I… I’m sorry for dragging you in this mess and thank the lord you won here.” Instead of a slap. Or a punch to the face. The peacock only ruffled through my hair. He cracked his neck to the side. “Heh, guess you’ll be doing all my work for the month.” “The month? Wait, you’re no-” He snapped his fingers, walking up to the restrained casino owner. “Riley! You cheated, didn’t you? Fucking whore that only knew how to cheat. I know what you did there!” “Damn, you’re loud, man.” The peacock dug his ear, pointing at the referee. “You know what, I feel nice today, I’ll let you pick the species.” “Are you sure, Player Ryan?” He raised his eyebrows. “Usually, this i-” “Not like I can own this whore. Oh but do make him a her, alright?” He pointed at his groins. “Udders would be nice. You know, replacing his dick with more milk and all that. He likes dem tits, doesn’t he?” “Riley! You! Fucking bitch!” “Anything else, Ryan?” The peacock waved his hands. “Nah, you can do whatever. You’re in charge of him now, anyways.” One blink was all it took for the syringe to pierce his neck. The man glared down at the serum, trying to pull away, but paralysed in his place. I supposed this wasn’t Ryan’s first time seeing it, especially with how calm he was. I walked behind Ryan, watching the proud mighty owner, panting. Henry scratched against his skin. Daggers metaphorically thrown at us with his glare. While watching the changes, I had my own set of questions to ask. The first bugging one fled my mouth as I asked, “Is that it? I expected more… more punishment especially from how I caught you here in the trap. You… Were you really just here to save me?” He blinked back in confusion. “Duh?” “But… What about the gambling? Didn’t you come here to gamble as well? Henry knew you from your ol-” Ryan blushed up, covering his eyes. “Oh man… I mean it’s fun. But like… After she bailed me out, she just bugged me to gamble with her every week. Honestly, I had my fair share of gambling already.” I nudged against Ryan. “Then you have to tell me some day down the line.” Glancing back at Henry, his black hair brightened brown; his eyes bulged out. Sharper edges of his jawline had rounded up. Brown fur sprouted in patches on his whiter skin as well, causing the man to scratch fiercer. “So you two never met?” “Shut the fuck up, Charlie! I gave you a chance. And you! You threw it all away for some stupid gamble? Are you an idiot?” Henry shouted before glaring back at Ryan. “And you! You cheated, didn’t you?” “Funny that you said that actually,” He stroked against his cheeks with the referee restraining Henry’s hands. “From a game creator to another game creator, really? Is this the best you could do? What the hell? Did you not consider how easy it is to crush here?” I gave a puzzled look. Easy to crush? Under such stressful conditions? One wrong guess and he would’ve been fucking changing into whatever anthro. “Oh fuck right off! Easy to crush?” “Then let me explain from start to end, Henry. Really not that hard if you can follow along.” “Wait yeah, if it was that easy, why did I lose so many times last night?” I asked. “It's designed that way obviously. But first.” Ryan clapped his hands, admiring Henry’s changing face. His jaw protruded outward while his nostrils widened out. Within blinks of Henry’s eye, his eyes darkened brown. He snorted, feeling his jaw moving side to side a little. “Aww, you’re going to be so cute-” The changing man winced as a pair of white ivory bones shot up from the side of his head. They curved neatly, resembling a bull. “Cow?” “Actually, he’s becoming a bison. Needed more manpower for labour after all.” “I’ll fucking kill you two!” “How will I explain if I die?” He touched his puffed-up chest and snapped his fingers. “Alright so Charlie, how did you lose all your chips?” “I mean this game is like Indian Poker, no? So I just called when he had a low car-” Ryan interrupted me with a squawk. “And that’s when you’re wrong. See Guess Poker is all about guessing their card. The Indian Poker aspect was just a set up to lure you to bet.” “But how would you even guess? The risk is too high. One in four chances to get thrice the bet? Or one in thirteen chances to get only ten times the bet? It didn’t make sense to do that logically.” Another snort escaped with Henry’s eyes glancing down at his new bovine maw. He shrieked with his notes rising by octaves. Eye lashes extended out; his nose shifted to the tip, snorting out as his jaw was still loose. His words were now indecipherable; drool spilt from the side of his mouth. “That’s why you cheat. Just like how you two had done.” His eyes glanced at the both of us. “Cheat to get a free guess.” “Oh… When did you know I was working with him?” “From the start.” He crossed his arms. “I mean, why would Henry listen to my request? It's a two versus one. Plus, you could just feed me information. Right Henry?” Spit splattered all over the floor as slurrish words escaped. His voice, although slightly deep, was unmistakably womanly. I stood in amazement. Was this how Ryan changed as well? His hands continued to scratch against his body, even going so far as to strip his shirt off. Muscles were being covered by the onset of brown fur. His shoulders shrunk slightly and in return his nipples swelled in size. “But let’s not talk about the cheating part.” Ryan pointed up with his index finger. “There’s one almost guaranteed way to win this game.” “Almost guaranteed? Aren't there just risks everywhere? Like guessing your card or managing your chips? Or even folding the damn Aces?” “You’re right. But the risks aren’t all those. The risk is simply getting your opponent to call you.” I scratched my head. “Huh? Wait, that didn’t make sense. Isn’t that the easiest part? Just bet small and they’ll call.” “Oh no. That’s the only part that required chance. And I suppose for your opponent to be button in the very first round. Everything else was easy enough.” Ryan’s eyes glanced back at Henry. Now, small humps appeared on his flat chest. With the referee’s grip loosening, the changing anthro covered his new small breasts up, his face reddening up. He swallowed his spit. “What the fuck are you two looking at?” “Can a bird not enjoy tits?” “Fuck you! You’re a woman! You had them! Just got fucking lucky that the bitch fucking bailed your ass out. And this time as well!” I blushed a little. It was certainly weird seeing the man who terrorized us an hour ago, changing into a woman. Man… One day I wanted to play with their nanomachines if possible… “The only lucky part was you calling me, fucking dumbass.” He paced around the room. “See, with how the rules are being set up, anyone could just keep track of all the cards discarded.” “Wait, what?” I blinked back at Ryan. “But that only worked in t-” “The very last round. Yes, so the conditions are that you need to have at least 10 chips left, keep track of all the cards until the very last card, be the button and enter the guessing stage.” A wave of nausea hit me. Keeping track of all fifty cards? Wasn’t that extremely challenging? I had lost track of the first five cards and yet, Ryan was checking each one down? Even Henry widened his eyes, upon hearing this. Still, it morphed into the usual sharp gaze towards us. The referee also chimed in. “Did you think of the plan before the game even started?” “Bingo. Not that hard actually. The difficult part was to enter the guessing stage. And that’s when my performance began.” “Performance? You fu-” He stopped himself. Immediately, he grabbed his leg up, taking off his shoes. The five digits that laid there fused into three. Hardened up as he rubbed against them in disbelief. Hooves. He had actual hooves for feet now. Within the stuffy room, sweat continued to pile onto his stack of fur. He scratched himself once more with his pants, the only thing left covering his body. Aside from that thick fur of course. “Yes, performance.” The peacock fanned himself. “See if I were to just fold all the way till the end, you will not call me. You’ll think I had something up my sleeve. So I had to lose a bit. And win a bit. Then lose a bit more. You know?” “Wait, then what about me working with Henry? Why did you even stop us?” The peacock tilted his head to the left. “Cause I despise backstabbers. Duh. I came all this way to save your ass and here you are working with the enemy? Oh fuck you for that. So I gave you a chance to redeem yourself.” My chest tightened. So if I stuck with Henry, I would’ve died right there. My debts were unpaid while he changed. “Also gave me a simpler time to calculate the chips. See, Henry. Or should I say-” He whistled, watching his breasts balloon out. A pair of oversized peaches dangled against his chest as the last strand of his jeans ripped apart. “Hallie over here.” “Fuck off! I- I’ll make you make one day, Riley. Still, why the fuck are they so damn heavy?” His voice smoothed out into a moan, still struggling to carry his new breasts. “Aside from labour, we also need milk supplies.” The referee added on. “So you will experience lactation in the process.” Milk immediately dripped out of his nipples. His hands split apart — one hand blocking the view of breasts while the other blocked his shrinking dick. Fuck… I was getting horny just looking at him. Ryan cleared his throat. “As I was saying, Hallie still had another trick up. Markings behind her own cards. I can’t show it since all the cards had been ripped and torn. And it didn’t matter since I didn’t know where it was.” He shouted, “You didn’t know?” Hips widened out by inches with layers of fat stacking on top of his ass. Those curves only made me more conflicted with myself as I watched him develop udders on his lower chest. Six small pink ones that dangled right above his groins. Pear-shaped, every jerk he made jiggled his chubby body. His muscles were certainly still present. But the weight gain was even more apparent, causing his belly to flop out. “No-no- no what did you do to me?” “Bigger ladies produce more milk over a longer time.” Pinching against his belly, the referee’s uncanny smile returned. “And that’s what you are now.” While a pair of his ears flung up from the side, twitching with moans escaping from his maw, I had to ask, “How did you know he didn’t have the exact cards imprinted at the back of each card?” “Cause if he did, why not just win immediately from the start? Why does he need you?” “Granted that but he could’ve combined the cards and guessed the exact card, couldn’t he?” Ryan scratched against his head. “He could… My only theory was that it wouldn’t be as fun. As fun as watching me suffer throughout this game. Right, Hallie?” The bison merely gruffed,cheeks reddening up. “Shut up.” “Yeah, after that, it's just managing my own chips. I had to win a bit to not fall too far behind but otherwise, it's all easy.” “Hold on, why do you need to go so low? Henry just felt like he would call you on an-” “With the normal rules, there was no incentive for him to call me. All he had to do was just fold there. But-” He pointed at the chips. “The extra clause lured him into overbetting. Into bankrupting me completely.” “You also thought about that?” “Kinda obvious, no? If I didn’t increase the stakes, Sadelo would’ve taken away 25 grand and you’ll still be in debt. By doubling it, I can pay your debt in full and still have something in return.” I gasped. When Ryan said it out like that in the open, it was painfully obvious. But the execution was key. Keeping track of cards, adding clauses, putting up a show and disrupting the gameplay itself… Just how much was he thinking throughout this? Meanwhile, Henry was squirming within the shaky chair. “Ah~ Stop~” His eyes now directed at the referee’s face with the referee’s hands getting handsy with his belly. “Fucking stop!” “Apologies for being so aggressive.” He groped against his breasts; milk immediately dripped out of his swollen tits. “We have to check the quality of our personnel as part of protocol.” Thickening his thighs, the referee massaged against all parts of his body. By this point, his thicker udders hid away his remaining strand of masculinity — his miniscule nutsack and cock. All the while he was swatting the referee's hand. Though that immediately came to a stop when the referee squeezed his udders. A puddle of milk dripped; his tailbone immediately shot out a bushy short tail, swishing to express his mood. Henry didn’t even moan. Only panting like a dog as his ears twitched around. Frantically. “And one last push down there.” The referee pressed against his dick, pushing it inwards before shifting it up as his smaller clitoris. What was left however was her new wet cunt. Dripping much like her milk. Fuck… The former mafia man had completely transformed into a busty female bison anthro, leaking her milk and moaning away with each touch. Watching this only gave me a mix of amazement and dread. If Ryan didn’t have a plan… that might just be him there. Or worse, if I said the wrong words, he might just change me instead… My eyes darted towards the exit then back to Ryan. A grin still attached to his fanned feathers. I asked the referee, “Ar-are we free to go now?” Pressing against another udder for the bison to jerk up, he nodded. “Just need Ryan to pay up your debt and you two may leave.” “Keep the cash then,” He said, winking at Hallie. Taking a step up, he joked, “When I pass by Sadelo, I’ll check on you, alright?” Between her breaths, she slammed against the wall, causing a dent into the concrete. “I-I’ll fucking kill you when I see you. Mark my words, Riley!” “Like to see you try.” Going up to the casino level, my knees trembled. I survived. I actually survived there. Meanwhile, the peacock folded his feathers and stretched his arms and legs, before staring down at his phone. He let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” “It’s already midnight… And there’s work tomorrow.” “Just take tomorrow off, duh.” He gave me a dead look. “Still, you’re doing my work.” “Ya, whatever. See you tomorrow at work?” I walked ahead of him, now missing the comfort of my home. He waved back at me. “See you tomorrow, Charlie.” Guess Poker Referee: Unstated Winner: Ryan “The one who got away” Loser: Henry “Crowned Jewel Owner” Winnings: 50 grand (repaid debt) + Serum (changed Henry to Hallie)