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John stepped out of the truck and looked over at his home. While his house wasn't the fanciest, it definitely got him by with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a garage, and a basement. John himself was fairly average in appearance; short blonde hair, blue eyes, decent body, not a bad guy by any means, but not the best looking either. The person who drove the vehicle that dropped him off was...much the opposite. John knew he had to be grateful to the man, so he turned around to the pickup, and faked a smile. "Thanks for driving me home, Frank."

The truck was rather beat up, and the driver inside the truck wasn't exactly human- but a boarish creature. His black hair was short but ruffled. He stood at an impressive 6'9 and weighed quite heavily, his large gut showed off that much easily. While he wore the same uniform as John, a blue shirt and black dress pants, Frank's uniform did nothing to hide his bulky form. His arms, legs, and belly, it was all quite excessively hairy. Even his face had a black beard, right below two large tusks and a pig snout. The smell of musk from him was also quite powerful and filled the car. John only barely managed not to bring up his disgust at the foul odor because of his ingrained manners and common decency, both of which Frank lacked. "Yeah, of course," The boar creature, Frank, responded with a loud snort. "Remember the deal though, you owe me dinner."

John's fake smile immediately faded as he nodded. "Yes, of course. I'll have to ask the wife, but I'm sure she's more than willing to accommodate you for your help today." John turned around and walked to his house. He unlocked the front door, and stepped inside. "Annie, I'm home." He announced.

It was like something straight out of a sitcom when the husband came home to a clean house, his wife, and a well cooked dinner. Annie made her appearance in an apron and skirt, just like something one might see in that sitcom. John's wife had long red hair that went down to her shoulders, and looked quite attractive. Her chest was quite prominent underneath that skirt at a good C cup; her skin was both soft, and smooth to the touch. She was a bit shorter than John was by a few inches, but that didn't bother her. "That's good to hear. Is that coworker of yours still here?" She had a call earlier from John when his car failed to start at work, but she was then told John was getting a ride back home from someone. She noticed there was a lingering smell of salty musk from John that offset the scent of food, but she spoke nothing of it.

John's grimace stuck with him, even when he saw Annie. "Yeah, he's going to be joining us for dinner. He's not really a BAD person; he's just kind of..." John wasn't sure how to put it without being downright insulting to Frank. "Boar-ish."

Before Annie had a chance to ask John what he meant, there was a loud pounding on the door, followed by a muffled fart. Both the pounding and the fart, echoed quite loudly through the entire house despite its overall decent size. "I...see what you mean." Annie frowned lightly at John. Of course, she had to at least try to be polite. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the door and opened it to see Frank on the other side. More specifically, she saw Frank's gut. She had to raise her head up a bit in order to see his bearded, manly, piggish face. "You're uh...John's...coworker?" she asked. She could immediately smell that musk that smelled like a pigpen, but she didn't want to outright offend him the very moment they had just met.

Frank looked down at Annie with a frown on his face, although the expression quickly changed from to a smile when he saw Annie. She just looked so cute; he couldn't resist leaning down and giving her a hug. Despite him being larger and slower, he was still able to just wrap his hairy arms right around her. "Oh yes. My name is Frank, what's your name, cutie?" he said, that smile quickly turned into a grin when he felt Annie's back. She was so...plain. Not the best looking by far, but she was a redhead, and Frank loved natural reds.

Annie gasped as she was hugged like that. She just thought Frank was just being friendly, but that musky scent of his combined with how she could feel his prickly hairs through both their clothing. "Y-yes, nice to meet you- My-my name is Annie." she spoke with a tone of nervousness in her voice. Sure, Frank sounded nice enough, but he was huge compared to her, and most other things. She even swore she could feel something poking at her thighs, but she tried to pass that off as her imagination.

Frank let her go and just smiled down at her. "I do believe John mentioned about me staying for dinner?" he inched forward just a little bit, enough for that thick gut of his to get in the doorway.

Annie had a strong feeling she couldn't close the door on Frank's gut, even if she wanted to. "Of course." She said as she stepped back out of the way. "J-just come on in and have a seat at the table. The food is almost ready." Annie turned around and walked away from Frank, she quickly walked away and into the kitchen, without so much as a glance back at John.

John emerged from another doorway into the hall and watched her hasty retreat back to the kitchen and was about to go smooth things over but then he could feel another presence in the room. He turned his attention to Frank, and immediately knew why Annie walked away so quickly. "Ah erm...hello there Frank." his voice sounded just as uncomfortable as he felt.

"John, John, John." Frank said with a deep tone as he walked right over to John, and put a large hairy arm around his shoulders. "You never told me how lucky you are to have a woman like Annie. She definitely looks, and sounds, totally like something else." He snorted while he beamed a grin at John, those large tusk teeth of his stuck out of his mouth with that grin. "Is she as good of a cook as she is a woman?"

John wasn't sure if Frank was going to hit on Annie or not with such a statement. "I mean..." John tried to slip out of Frank's grasp, but even one single arm was enough to hold him in place. "You uh... you should go ahead and have a seat. I'll check on Annie and see what's going on in the kitchen."

With a shoulder shrug, Frank did just as John requested. He let go of John, and had a seat at the dining table. There was no 'end' to the table, it was perfectly square, and so he just helped himself to one of the seats. The chair creaked and groaned as he plopped his considerable weight onto it.

John made his way into the kitchen and found Annie washing her arms and face at the sink. "Annie? Are you doing alright?" John walked over to her worriedly. The kitchen smelled wonderful compared to Frank's interesting...odor, but the smell didn't concern him now as he was too worried about his wife's vigorous scrubbing.

Annie's eyes were wide as she washed herself off. She turned to answer him with a grimace on her face. "That man is smelly, hairy, intolerable, and quite frankly, I don't like him." She said in a quick rushed matter of fact tone. "I know it was nice of him to help you with the car ride, but I do not want such a man in the house. I STILL reek of his...god...what was that he had- musk- such a disgusting word to think about, let alone say."

"I know, I know." John replied quietly, with a sigh that was louder than the very words he spoke. "It's not like he's going to be here forever though, it's just one dinner. In, out, all done. I'll walk home next time if I have to. Let's just deal with it for tonight, okay?"

Annie turned off the faucet, put on her oven mittens, and pulled out a pizza. Rather than a frozen pizza, this one was homemade, a simple pepperoni pizza but with many pepperoni slices. While it wasn't the most sophisticated dinner, it also wasn't a bad one. "Alright, one dinner, and he's out of here." Annie said, as she put the pizza onto a giant white plate. She put the tray away, as well as her mittens, and carried the pizza back to the dining room, with John by her side.

Frank had unfortunately by now, gotten quite comfortable. His shirt was just tossed off to the side revealing a very hairy belly with equally hairy moobs. Of course, size was also quite large- his gut rubbed up against the table, even though he hadn't moved the chair closer to it. "A pizza, huh? Not what I expected from two elegant people such as yourselves but I won't complain none. Pizza IS universally enjoyed after all." Frank patted that hairy belly of his with a large hand. "You might want to start up something else though. Not that I won't love the pizza, but hey... big guy has got to eat."

"Right," Annie simply said as she set the pizza down on the table. "I'll go make some more. Why don't you and John get more acquainted?" She suggested as she went back to the kitchen.

John wanted to speak out against it, but Annie had already left before he even could open his mouth. He slowly turned back to Frank with a half-grimace, and meekly took a single slice of the pizza. "We normally wear our shirts at the table." He simply stated.

"Well I normally don't wear pants at the table, so call it a compromise." Frank replied with a chuckle. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards. He set them on the table with one hand, while with the other hand; he helped himself to a slice of pizza, not bothering to grab a plate. He just held it in his grungy hand. "Anyways, how about we have a quick game of poker while we wait for Annie to return?"

John wanted to tell Frank that they didn't normally play card games at the table either, especially when they were eating. He could already tell by the sheen on the back of the cards that they were all greased up in their own way. The top card alone had smudges that resembled fingerprints almost perfectly. Still he was bored. "Fine one game." He said with a sigh. He took the cards and did the shuffling, the cards were so easy to shuffle with how slippery they were, but not quite slippery enough to escape from his grasp. He gave Frank five cards, and then himself five cards. As John finished his slice, he had to ask "But I'm not a huge fan of gambling, so I'd rather not use money."

"We don't have to use MONEY for gambling." Frank said with a chuckle that made his belly jiggle. "I'll make a bet like...let's say...oh I bet Annie to be more impulsive. She can't say no to a bet. Something such as that." Frank said as he picked up his five cards.

John was confused at the way Frank spoke. It was almost as if he was trying to make a bet to change Annie's personality? That was downright strange, but he figured maybe that it was just harmless fun. "And I bet for her to be less impulsive." Although he was pretty sure Annie wasn't very impulsive to begin with. The two lived together and had a fairly good life, almost stereotype husband and wife with few problems. He put away two cards, and then picked up two in return. Unfortunately, he didn't have too much, and he put down his cards. "I have a pair of jacks."

"Three kings." Frank replied and laid down his hand. He didn't even have to draw any other cards. With a chuckle, he took the cards and put them back in the deck, then went back to shuffling.

John grimaced as Frank reshuffled those cards. "I already said, just one game." His hands already felt so greasy from the cards, he had no intention of touching them again.

Frank slowly gave a crooked toothy grin towards John. "Why don't we see what Annie thinks?"

"Fine," John was confident that Annie wouldn't be interested in a card game while eating dinner. He grabbed another slice, and watched as Frank helped himself to three others. The entire pizza was almost already gone.

At that moment, Annie returned with another pizza and a tray of sandwiches. The sandwiches were all small dinner rolls, with roast beef and cheese put in it, small sandwiches, but still tasty and quick to make. "I wasn't sure how much else I should make, so I just tried a few things." Annie set the food down on the table and took a seat herself. "I see you guys ate most of the first pizza too." She said as she helped herself to a slice of that first homemade pizza.

"What can I say; you really are a good cook." Frank grinned down at Annie. "We were just talking about you too, how would you like to play poker while we eat?" he grabbed a sandwich with one hand, and put his other hand on top of his deck of cards.

John shot Frank dagger eyes, before he turned to Annie and his expression rapidly mellowed to a more worrisome one. "You are more than welcome to say no. We really should eat, and then we have to take care of some things around the house."

Frank finished that small sandwich in one bite, and let out a crass belch. "We won't be betting money, but we will bet other things." Frank added, in a tone that was surprisingly sing-song for a man of that size. He spoke about it as if the idea of bets alone would be enough to sway her.

Annie was about to say no, especially when Frank belched so rudely then and there. She swore for a brief moment that she could see the green gas escape from those fat lips of his. Unfortunately for her, the word bet had set off something deep within her mind. There was just something, captivating about the word bet. Placing wagers suddenly seem like an enjoyable, thrilling thing. "Alright, fine. It's not like there's any harm in it since we're not losing money or anything." She replied with a casual shrug.

John raised a brow at her response. "Annie, are you feeling alright?" Agreeing to such a thing just like that? Sure, there was no money involved, but Annie wasn't one to agree to any kind of bets to begin with. He had to wonder why she would start now. It was just downright bizarre.

Annie turned to John, and shrugged again. "There's no harm in a friendly little game of poker while we eat. It's kind of boring to just talk about how our day has been going and little else too, you know?" She turned to Frank. "So if we aren't going to bet money, then what are we going to bet?"

"Transformations!" Frank snorted happily as he dealt out the cards to himself, John, and Annie. "We start with small transformations, and then we can raise the amount or intensity of transformations as a means of raising the bets. I started off last time, so perhaps John can start us off with a transformation offer this time." He suggested with a smirk as he picked up his five greasy cards. Each card with its own unique greasy mark, and a faint smell of pizza lingered on every single one of them, even the ones Frank barely touched earlier.

John had a strong sensation it was too late to back out now, but maybe Annie was just feeling frisky, maybe she only agreed to play out of boredom. "I uh..." he wasn't sure what he could offer for a transformation, what would he want different? Sure, Annie and John didn't have the 'perfect' life, but he was content with what he had. Still, he might have been content with his wife, but he wasn't quite content with Frank. "Maybe...cut down Franks stench by a tenth?" He could only hope Frank wasn't insulted by such a thing. John recalled all of those times at work he met Frank, and just how much he smelled so horribly. It wasn't a rancid toxic smell, but it was enough to want to keep John away from him. Even now, he could smell that lingering odor that had begun to overpower the smell of food in the house.

"See, you're a natural at this." Frank replied. "I'll raise it and double that musk stench, but out of cute little Annie here." He smirked at Annie, and then turned to John. "If you call it, then mine will be cut in half." He turned back to Annie. "What about you? In your case, it could decrease John's...I can tell you that he smells pretty bad sometimes," He teased. "But it's your choice."

Annie wasn't even sure what to think, what would she even smell like if she lost? What would John smell like? She didn't know what to think about that. "I uh..." she wanted to fold then and there, she didn't want to talk about body odors either, hers or Johns. But she did agree to make bets and if she folded, it would probably be counted as a loss. "I'll just...I'll call?" she said, unsure exactly how to 'call' a transformation.

"John's it is if you win." Frank said with a grin. They each exchanged one card from the deck of cards before Frank laid down three kings. His hand easily won over both Annie and John's. "Looks like I win this one." He said with a huge grin.

Nothing visible seemed to change around Annie; physically speaking she was still her. She was still best described as 'the girl next door' when it came to her appearance, but a faint odor suddenly escaped from underneath her clothing. It was as if she hadn't showered in weeks even though she looked quite clean.

Annie could definitely smell herself, she smelled as if she just ran a marathon during a hot summer day, only without the sweat and exhaustion. She didn't mind the smell herself because it came from her, but the sheer fact she knew she emitted the scent made her frown. "How is this even...how is this possible?" she asked as she looked at John worriedly. How could have such a bet even be a thing, much less work? It couldn't be a coincidence that she began to smell so strongly after the bet.

John grimaced at Annie's scent. True, the pair had been together for a few years after they met at a party, but still, the scent was anything but a pleasant one, combine that with Frank's odor, and the entire room just smelled salty and sour. "I don't know, but we should be able to reverse these changes..." he looked back at Frank with a glare. "Frank can't win EVERY hand- its poker, a lot of it has to do with luck."

Frank took the cards and shuffled them again. He glanced down at the cards casually, and then up at John, just as casual. "You shouldn't get so upset over it John. It is just a friendly casual game after all." He let out a not-so-casual fart, loud and powerful enough to shake the table a bit as he dealt out the next hand. "Hrm...this gives me an idea for the next bet." One might swear there was a green noxious gas coming up from his ass if one cared looked hard enough. Frank picked up his five cards, and shuffled them around in his hand a bit.

"N-no, you made the first one, then John, now it's my turn." Annie had to try to have some confidence. If she was going to be an impulsive gambler then she'd be a smart one. As she looked at her cards her face turned to a frown, the scent of Frank's fart, a scent that resembled some sort of dirty barnyard, didn't help her focus either. She wanted to get rid of the musky smell she now had and at the same time try to fix the urge to keep betting. Although, if she DID have to keep betting, she wanted to make sure they could win a few rounds too. "Can I make a bet to get luckier?" she had to ask.

"What kind of poker game do you think this is?" Frank said with a hefty snort. "No, no, placing bets to make you luckier is just downright silly. Any bets must be to transform another person, physically or mentally, you can't alter some silly thing like luck." Frank snorted again and leaned back in his chair. While one hand held his cards, the other reached down and scratched his hairy belly. "Betting luck..." he muttered. "Try again sweetie."

Annie wasn't sure what else she could bet. She had a strong sensation that if she bet something it would just be turned against her. A thought came to her as she stared at Frank's hairy belly. She soon realized something she wanted; she just had to word it properly. "You feel really cold, so cold you have to wear clothing." Annie said to Frank. How could Frank turn that against her?

"Fine. But you'll feel really hot and sweaty until you remove your clothing, except the underwear of course." Frank said with a grin, those boar tusks just made his grin all the worse. "Oh, and of course your digestive system will cause you to require to fart and belch regularly." He added. "So in poker terms, you can call an additional change a raise." His eyes went from Annie to John. "What about you?"

John glanced between Annie and Frank. The idea of Annie being nearly nude around Frank made him angry, but he knew better than to get physical against Frank. At the same time, he also hated the idea of Annie needing to fart and belch regularly, and he was sure that Annie would detest the idea too. "Annie NEVER needs to belch or fart ever again." John said, with determination. Frank couldn't have been so lucky that he would win every hand. "And her body temperature is normal. If it's hot, she'll be hot, and if it's cold she'll be cold."

"Y-yeah, I'll take that transformation John's offering." Annie commented. She wanted to remove that musk of hers too, but she had a sinking feeling Frank would just increase it if he won or make it even worse in some horrible unforeseen way. Something in the pit of her gut told her that and while she couldn't make bets to be luckier, she suspected Frank might have already done something like that before.

Sure enough Frank exchanged one card from the deck while Annie and John exchanged two. Frank laid out a pair of aces, which once again beat both Annie's and John's hands. "Looks like I'm on a...HOT streak tonight." Frank said, with a snorted laughter that was followed by another table rattling fart.

"N-not...funny..." Annie muttered as she felt those changes take place. The changes still weren't physically visible, but Annie's gut rumbled loudly. It felt as if she could feel her digestive system change and shift. She reached up and covered her mouth with one hand as she let out a belch, one that was much deeper than anything she had ever let out before. Annie couldn't help herself; her body disobeyed her desires to hold such things in. It also didn't help that Annie was beginning to feel rather hot underneath her clothing. She was aware that she wouldn't feel hot if she took off her clothes but the last thing she wanted to do was to undress in front of Frank. Instead she felt herself begin to sweat underneath her clothes and that her new musky smell had already grown stronger. "How are you winning all of these hands anyways?" Annie asked in an accusatory tone of voice. He had won each and every one already. How could he be so lucky?

"I've already said we can't bet luck, dear." Frank said as he took the cards and reshuffled them once more. "Or do you think that I'm cheating? Would you rather deal the cards instead?" Frank paused during his shuffle and showed Annie the deck of cards.

Annie shook her head. "I just..." she wasn't sure how to explain it. How could he have been cheating? He dealt the hand like anyone else. She noticed different kind of grease prints on the cards, but even if Frank knew what Annie and John had, that didn't explain how he was able to get better cards each time- unless of course he paid attention to the top of the deck too, but even then, there was still enough luck involved that he couldn't win every hand. "I'm not sure." She had little intention of handling the cards any more than she had to. Her hands were greasy enough from holding the cards as it was. She didn't even want to eat anything else with those slick fingers.

"See; don't go assuming that people are cheating unless you have proof of some sort." Frank snorted loudly while letting out a crass fart right after as he dealt the next hand of cards. Before he even picked up his cards to look at them, he then added "I'm also betting for Annie's clothing to become itchy, on top of them already being hot."

John grimaced at Frank as he took his cards. He hadn't eaten much after they started playing himself as he'd had other things on his mind other than eating. He wanted to fix Annie and he wanted to get some measure of revenge on Frank. John wasn't quite sure how these things were happening to Annie but something definitely felt off about her now. "Yeah, well..." he picked up his hand and glanced at it briefly, before he turned back to Frank. "Maybe YOUR clothes should become itchy instead of hers!" He wasn't sure what came over him, it was just a sudden burst of rage caused by Johns exasperation. Frank really couldn't win all of these hands, could he?

Annie glanced at John worriedly before she looked at her own hand full of worthless cards, not even a ten high. "I...just want to be less smelly..." Annie said quietly as she exchanged three cards, not that it mattered, those three cards were no good to her. "And John dear, you need to relax. We can still fix this."

John turned his head to Annie, her worried expression combined with the quiet way she spoke calmed his nerves. He took a deep breath, and he nodded. "Yeah...you're right...together we can do this." He turned to Frank who drew two cards and laid down a pair of queens. This time though, John had him beat. John threw down a pair of kings, and actually won that hand. Unfortunately, his bet didn't fix Annie, but it did affect Frank.

Frank didn't seem to care about his clothes becoming itchy. He just stood up, and then pulled down his pants right then and there in front of the couple. His legs were long enough that his ass was just a bit over the table and clearly visible to all. When his pants were off he unceremoniously tossed them away out of site. It left Frank in nothing but his underwear, his briefs that must have been white at some point long ago but the front half was now quite yellow while the back had stains of brown. Frank reached down and scratched his ass underneath his underwear before he let out a belch and sat back down. "I call them my lucky underwear." He snorted with a chuckle. His underwear also had a very large bulge, so large it looked like he was smuggling tennis balls and then some in there. The sheer fact his underwear could hold such a thing in was nothing short of amazing.

Annie covered her mouth at the horrid sight. Partly out of disgust but also because of the roaring belch that welled up out of her. She wanted to get him a towel or some new underwear. Hell even an old bed sheet would be preferable. Unfortunately she was absolutely stunned by just how disgusting the briefs were. She also still felt uncomfortably hot, so hot that she was actually getting itchy, not because of the bet, but because of how much her body temperature was rising. She couldn't help herself as she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her shirt reeked strongly of her new musk, just like she herself now did. She still had her pants, panties, as well as her bra on. "S-sorry John...I'm just so hot...but I'm keeping the pants on no matter how hot my legs become."

John grimaced at Frank but his expression softened as he nodded to his wife. "Yeah...let's just focus on you and you entirely to reverse what has already happened." John grabbed the deck before Frank had a chance and shuffled the cards. As much as he loathed how greasy his fingers were getting, he was not going to let Frank deal this time. "I'm going to say Annie is no longer hot, that's my bet." He finished the deal by slamming the deck onto the table. The pile of cards slid just a bit from the fine sheen of grease that imbued them. .

"A-and I bet to get rid of that stink I have now and further more I'll always smell completely fresh and clean." Annie said as she took her cards. She didn't even bother to glance at them before she made the bet which she realized was a mistake when she finally saw her cards.

Frank picked up his five cards with a chuckle. "Two different transformations on the same person then huh? I'll call, but instead, Annie will grow thick red armpit hair and she'll pack on fifty pounds." Frank didn't even bother exchanging a single card from the deck. "Care to raise, John? Or would you rather call?"

John wasn't sure, he still wanted to get back at Frank, but he had to retain some form of self-control. If they lost this hand then they would have more to reverse. Also if John bet more than they could just have exponentially more to undo. To add insult to injury his hand didn't even look that good to begin with. "That's it. I'll call." He said, and he exchanged three cards, none of which helped him. He had a pair of fours this time.

"Same here..." Annie said quietly, getting rid of four cards in her hand. The hand still wasn't even that great, only king high.

Frank snorted happily and slapped down his hand, two pair. "Like I said.... it's my lucky underwear." Frank turned his attention to Annie, he was eager to watch those changes on her. "Care to raise your arms? It will be much more fun to see."

John was even more frustrated than before, he even dealt out the cards this time. His hands were now quite greasy and the transformations kept focusing on Annie. "Why not try to change me for once rather than her?" he wanted to pull his hair out in frustration.

"All's fair in love and war. You're more than free to place bets to change yourself if you truly wish." Frank said with a casual shrug, during which he raised his arms and showed off his own pitch black hairy armpits, with hairs so long one might swear they measured half a foot. The bushes were so thick that no skin could be seen underneath. Frank took the cards and began to shuffle them.

Annie in the meantime didn't want to raise her arms. She kept them closed at her sides with a very unhappy expression gracing her otherwise attractive face. Her stomach rumbled loudly again and she couldn't keep the tremendous bout of gas that had built up instantaneously to herself., During her short but life altering fart, Annie's body packed on those fifty pounds. Her trim and fit body that had up until now only had the faintest traces of fat, in all the right places, began to expand. The redhead squirmed in the chair as her thighs and buttocks grew a bit plump causing her to rise in her seat. Her bra straps dug into her shoulders as her cup size expanded into the d range. Annie's tight and trim stomach grew a layer of soft fat that gave her a matronly appearance. Even her arms, face, and neck were not spared as they too rounded out. Annie had gone from an average body size at around a hundred and fifty pounds, up to the two hundreds.

Then there was the matter of the second change. Annie kept her arms tight to her sides but she began to feel itchy in her underarms. She grimaced at the sensation and tried her best to keep her arms still. His sensation of itchiness just intensified until she couldn't take it anymore. She raised her arms and scratched her armpits like a monkey might. Her left arm scratched the left pit, and her right arm scratched the right one. You could see how the hairs grew in and rapidly developed into thick bunches, almost as long as Franks. , Of course they also reeked. When the itchiness subsided, Annie immediately brought her arms back down, but a bit of dark red armpit hair stuck out by her white bra. "T-this is unreal..." she said with a quiet sob. "John, we need to fix this now, or at least I have to go shave it."

Frank snorted loudly as he dealt out the next hand. "Shaving won't work dear," he said casually, before he looked at Annie square in the eyes. "Trust me on that." He added as he dealt out the last card to himself. "By the way you're up for bet making Annie."

John looked at Annie worriedly as he picked up his cards. Once again he had such a worthless hand that it was amazing how bad his hands had been. He won maybe once but other times? It was next to nothing. A pair of twos, and he was positive that Frank had more than that. "There has to be something we can do..."

Annie wanted to quit the card game then and there especially when Frank said that shaving her armpits wouldn't work. But when Frank said bet, she just couldn't help herself. She had to continue, it was like an impulse. Annie knew what to bet right away though. "I want to lose those fifty pounds and the smelly armpit hair-"she paused and let out an involuntary belch she wasn't even aware one was coming. "-changes you made on me." She finished her sentence moments after she burped.

"Seconded." John spoke up right after that. In truth, he wanted to fix many other changes Annie had but if they kept losing the way they were, he didn't want to risk changing her in such a dramatic way in a short period, but the temptation was still there. Perhaps, when John had a good hand, he would up the ante.

"Fine but if I win, Annie gains another fifty pounds, and she grows a nice, thick ginger bush and to raise it, she's unable to wear pants too." Frank said with a chuckle a snort with each breath he took.

The cards were dealt, and then each of them swiftly exchanged with the deck Frank wanted Annie to change quicker, while Annie and John would just be happy for these changes to stop. The first real significant physical change was armpit hair and they could only imagine what could get worse the more Frank won.

"You added a third change...how is she unable to even wear pants anyways? You can't add luck, so how is one unable to wear any pants?" John spoke up with a grimace. He didn't even bother looking at Frank though; he kept his eyes on his cards.

"Luck is a factor that can't be contributed to transformations. If you want clarification as to why she can't wear pants, maybe she gets way too hot with pants or maybe the pants rip when she wears them. Maybe she can't control her bowels in those pants or maybe all of the above." Frank shrugged and showed off those hairy, smelly armpits of his once more when he did. He laid down three nines then and there, confident he had them both beaten yet again.

John glared at those three sevens as he put down his pair of sixes, out a heavy sigh in the process. "This is getting ridiculous..." he turned to Annie. He half wanted to ask to quit while they were ahead, but she was already so changed, sleeping in the same bed with her when she smelled so vile was already going to be hard enough. Even after showering he imagined her musk would come back incredibly fast. If she was an impulsive gambler now then they weren't just going to walk away from this easily. Not unless he thought of something or the couples luck turned around.

Annie put down her cards, two queens. It wasn't a bad hand, but she just knew Frank was going to have a better hand. As he most always did. She knew she was in trouble and she knew she had to stop. Still the thought of placing just one more bet, even just one bet until she actually won and reversed something, ANYTHING, would make her happy. Annie found that her pants actually did become really hot and too uncomfortable to bear now, and she had to strip them off. She did so while seated so Frank wouldn't get a good look at her exposed legs.

Annie also made doubly sure that Frank couldn't see what happened between her legs. She felt so itchy down there, which was a new and unwelcome experience for her. To alleviate her itch she had to reach down and scratch her crotch as the dark red pubic hairs formed a thick bush between her legs. The hair was quite excessive too as it stuck out quite a bit along the sides and it formed a small trail up to her belly button. Annie pulled herself in under the table enough that Frank couldn't watch her obscene scratching. Even as the extra weight piled on and made her another fifty or so pounds larger now with a very visible gut that hung over the waistband of her tighter panties. A XXL would be perfect for her weight at this point. Her cheeks filled out a bit more as well. "Such...such a mean piggy." Annie muttered.

"You're more than welcome to stop playing any time, but you'll miss out on all the bets." Frank said the keyword to keep Annie playing. He was clearly enjoying her changing body and Frank's underwear showed just as much as a large tent slowly formed. Sure, he couldn't see about Annie but he would see it soon enough. Now he just had to get rid of the bra and those panties and he knew just the way to do it. "Next round! Who would like to bet first? Or should I just assume you two want to keep trying to fix Annie?" Frank took the cards in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He chewed noisily while he shuffled, and let out yet another crass fart. He didn't even bother to try to hide how big of a slob he was at this point, not that he had tried to hide it earlier anyways.

"You're right about that." John said with tortured grin as Frank dealt him the next hand. He picked it up and noticed right away, three sixes! He finally had a decent hand! Now this particular game, john figured there was no point in trying to bluff it either, he confident he could finally reverse a change or two for his wife.

Annie nodded in agreement. She bit the bottom of her lip once more before she let loose a fart, as quiet as she could even with her fatter butt cheeks vibrating with a low rumble. It was humiliating that she could barely hold such things in, no matter how quiet she tried to be about them. They just came out loudly and with such force she was worried about her panties looking like Franks briefs. "Yes...starting with my gas problem" Annie said quietly as she took her cards.

"Well, let's just keep it simple and keep your bets the same. MY bet is for Annie's tits to grow a whole cup size." He voiced his bet before he even picked up the cards. "Actually, make it two cup sizes! So I raise."

John watched Annie as his wife exchanged two cards and frowned at her hand. Clearly, her terrible luck had continued. It was up to John to stop the changes and shave his wife. "Fine, Annie loses her armpit and pubic hair is my raise." He was determined to win this round. Surely Frank couldn't have a better hand now.

"Four cup sizes." Frank snorted. "And her nipples grow five times as large." With a wide shit eating grin he said that. To keep up his boisterous posturing he then had to ask. "What do you think should grow first? The nipples or the tits? I like the idea of the nipples getting hard and poking up like big tents in her bra before it busts. Then again, swelling tits to the point where her bra snaps would also be very amusing to watch."

"You can stop calling them tits...they're my breasts." Annie said quietly. She glared at Frank, but she couldn't quite bring up an expression of anger. Her awful luck had her feeling more frustrated and full of despair than anger, even if it would have been justified given the fact that Frank clearly had no intention of stopping any time soon.

"They're tits, boobs, hooters. Humans have a single breast, they don't have breasts. Other animals may have multiple teats but not breast." Frank rolled his eyes at that. He didn't exchange a single card either. "Anyways, care to raise John? Or do you think F cups aren't big enough?"

John wondered if Frank really did have a good hand. Maybe bluffing was a thing in this game after all. "No musk either." John said. Maybe Frank thought he had a good hand, a pair of kings or something.

"Big old' G cup jugs it is!" Frank raised his hands happily, and showed off those hairy smelly armpits once more. The odor was so strong one could swear that the stench was visibly radiating from his hairy pits, at least before he lowered them. "And nipples so big they're like cow teats. We'll have the tits grow before the nipples too, just because it's a classic."

"You can stop acting like she's already going to transform. It's not like you can tell what hands we have." John snapped. "And I'm just going to call!" He stood up off of his chair, and slammed his cards on the table. "Three sixes!" he shouted with confidence, the best hand he's had all night.

Frank just grinned at John's comment, and laid down his three seven's only a moment after John put down his cards. He then turned to Annie. "I look forward to seeing you with massive tits. Feel free to take your bra off now or you can wait until your tits burst out of the cups."

Annie had nothing that could beat Frank's hand, much less her husbands. She put down her cards and let out a quiet sigh. She wanted to keep her bra on as long as possible. Maybe it could hold them in, but as her 'tits' as Frank put it, began to grow; she found it wasn't so easy. They swelled bit by bit underneath that bra and quickly took on two large circular shapes when they couldn't grow outwards any farther. Soft, pale flesh bulged out from over and under the strained cups. Annie could feel the straps dig into her back. She also felt something else inside of her, something unrelated to the change. She couldn't help herself, but let out a crass belch. Not bothering to cover her mouth as she belched the strap hooks gave up the fight.

Her bra flung out onto the table and her boobs were finally free. Annie's tits dropped down in front of her and continue to grow to a massive G cup. Only once they finished growing did her nipples swell outwards for Frank and John to see. The base of the nipples doubled in size, but it was the length of the nipples that was the most impressive as they grew out to nearly half a foot long. They almost looked like hot dogs or cow teats by the time her once cute dime sized nipples finished growing. With her chest a good two feet out in front of her, and almost as large as two watermelons she wasn't sure how to react. She was anything but happy about such a ridiculous size. Annie was speechless and she couldn't help but stare at her new chest. They felt warm, and their new substantial weight, pulled her forward.

John was just as speechless. He stared at her chest. The size was definitely impressive. Impressive enough to admittedly turn him on, but when he saw those giant nipples, he was immediately turned off. He turned back to Frank, and he could tell Frank was enjoying this. "This is getting pretty damn silly. I don't know how you keep winning, but you've got to be cheating somehow. I don't know how, I can't figure out how, but I've had enough! Get out before I call the police!" He hollered at the fat slob.

"And just what are you going to tell them?" Frank said with a snort and an eye roll. He didn't even bother to face John when he asked. His lecherous eyes were glued to Annie's chest. "Help! My wife is being transformed against her will in a poker game! Yeah, who's going to believe that?" he then turned to John after. "I'll tell you what though, why don't we speed things up a bit? If you, or Annie, win any hand in the future then all changes on her will be reversed. However, I'm free to put on whatever additional changes I want if I win."

John wanted to say no. He wanted to tell Frank that he was still likely going to cheat, and cheat excessively. The miserable look on his wife's face strengthened Johns resolve. They couldn't back down yet. He had to stick up for his wife and beat this slovenly jerk at his own game. It was his fault that Frank even had the chance to curse her with an impulsive urge to keep betting. That curse would have made it impossible anyway so they had little choice. "Fine..." he muttered. "But I'm shuffling the cards from now on."

"That works for me." Frank said with a loud snort. He glanced down briefly at those sandwiches, and then over at Annie. "For my next win, Annie will become less modest, and she'll develop a crude and crass vocabulary." Frank recalled when Annie still wanted to call her tits 'breasts' and he wanted to fix up her language. She sounded too high class, especially for the way she looked.

"Whatever you want to bet, we're going to win eventually." John responded. He shuffled that deck of cards, and dealt out the cards to Annie, Frank, and himself, before he put the deck down at the center of the table. "Right Annie?" he then asked, as he picked up his hand.

Annie loathed the idea of all of these transformations, but she had little say to begin with. She had to keep betting, so long as Frank tempted her, and she knew Frank was not going to let up. "Right..." Annie answered John, although with far less confidence, and less so when she saw the cards she had been dealt.

The current round went faster than the rounds before it. Annie and John wanted Annie to get changed back to normal, while Frank became more aroused by Annie's appearance, and wanted her to him as the game progressed. The three players exchanged a few cards with the deck, and once again, Frank won with a pair of queens. Annie came close with a pair of jacks, while John didn't even have a pair of anything.

John knew he had won one hand earlier, but he had yet to win another. "On average, Annie or I should have won by now." He said quietly as he glared at Frank and gritted his teeth.

Frank shrugged casually as a response. He picked up his cards, and tossed them towards the deck. "I have no sleeves to hide cards in, and if you want to check the rolls of my fat, be my guest." Frank raised his arms and showed off his pitch black hairy armpits. "Feel free to dig around under my arms if you really want." He then turned his attention back to Annie. "Would you care to look?"

Annie covered her mouth when Frank offered, as if she were holding back something. She ended up belching, and sighed quietly afterwards. Something about her entire situation just suddenly felt not as bad as it did earlier. Sure, she definitely knew she was in trouble, but what point was there in hiding her body from Frank? "The hell if I'm going to take a look under your fucking stinking armpits." She said in a deep tone that, while it was still feminine, it was a low pitch. She leaned back casually afterwards, and spread her legs. She could hear a slight rip noise come from her panties when she spread her legs, but she just didn't seem very concerned about that, at least not as concerned as she would have been only a minute ago.

John's mouth dropped at Annie's statement. He couldn't believe how...crude her language was, and the manner she spoke it no less. Not to mention, her sudden relaxed look despite how she was looking more disgusting by the moment. "Annie..." he reached down and shuffled the cards again. He didn't care about the grease on the cards that now covered his hands; he had to reverse these changes, and now. "Keep it together Annie, remember who you are, we're trying to win just one hand and turn you back to normal."

"I sure as all hell know THAT." Annie rolled her eyes at John, and gave a casual not-so-feminine belch. "I just can't help myself. Deal the next round quickly, the sooner I'm back to normal, the better." She spoke with a rude voice and uncaring expression. Deep down, she truly cared and desired to be herself, she just couldn't show it anymore thanks to Frank.

John did just as Annie instructed him to. He shuffled the cards together, but before he dealt them, he glanced down at the deck, and the various orange colored grease stains on top of each card. He slowly moved one card from the top of the deck, to the bottom of the deck, and looked at the grease on the new card. Each grease stain he looked at on the back of each card looked different compared to the one before it. John slowly came to the realization that Annie discovered earlier. If Frank memorized the pattern on the back of each card, then he would know what each card was. Even so, there was still enough luck involved that it shouldn't have made such a huge impact. With a frustrated sigh, John dealt cards to Annie, Frank, and him, and then put the deck on the table.

"Let's see..." Frank drummed his multiple chins with one hand, while he took his cards in his other hand. "She needs more body hair. More hair from her belly button to her cunt, a few hairs on her nipples, and some on her ass too. Oh and hairy legs. " Frank smirked when he imagined what she would look like. "And an additional 100 pounds as well, because she's still far too thin for my tastes." Sure, Annie wasn't a boar creature like Frank, but she was still looking more and more beautiful to him. There was only a few things left he had to do to her.

"You are un-fucking believable." Annie snorted to Frank, even though she wasn't even pig like, she felt her nose drip a bit. She exchanged two cards from the deck, and let loose a fart only moments after. Annie found little point in holding in all of that excessive gas anymore. Frank obviously liked it, and while she had a feeling John didn't, there were still other qualities about her that still made her attractive. At least she figured. "Making me some freak to fit your damn perverted desires."

John was quiet this hand, but he had to agree with Annie. Even if the way Annie expressed it wasn't exactly the way he would have done it, and certainly not the way the old Annie would have either. He exchanged one card and just sighed. John wanted his wife back to normal, as he knew she wanted the same. The problem was, the longer this game continued, the more repulsive John found his wife. If they didn't turn things around soon, well, he shuddered at the thought.

"What's more unbelievable is how terrible of a luck streak the two of you have and how great mine is." Frank replied to Annie as he put down four kings, a very difficult hand to beat. "But I can tell you two are getting impatient. Perhaps we should stop after two more hands."

The moment Frank said that, John knew time was running out. He wasn't sure how he could beat Frank at this game but he had to find a way. John's hand wasn't nearly good enough to beat Frank's and he doubted Annie's hand was any better. "We can...we can play all night if we have to." John replied quietly. Sure he would see Annie go more and more downhill, but all they had to do was win one hand. Frank couldn't win as probability was on their side. .

"Thanks for asking for my fuckin input," Annie turned to John with a glare. She couldn't shake the feeling that somehow her husband was responsible for this mess. She wasn't an impulsive gambler before. She also knew they didn't make any bets to make her that way, at least not while she was around. However, she did notice the two were playing beforehand she had returned from the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" John glanced at Annie worriedly. He slowly shuffled the deck of cards while his focus turned to Annie. "You want to be back to normal don't you?"

"Of course I want to be back to fuckin normal." Annie spoke with a tone that was both annoyed and angered. She even struggled to refrain from calling John a bitch too. "But let me ask you a damn question you fuckin cunt. Why can't I say no to another bet? Why does that three letter word send shivers down my spine? You played with him before I got in the room, what did you wager before I got here?"

John grimaced at the question. He glanced down at the floor, and then back at the cards. He didn't want to tell her but he knew she was going to find out sooner or later. It was best that the words came from him and not the boar man that was Frank. "Frank wanted you to be an impulsive gambler. He wanted to make it so you couldn't say no to any bet." He said dejectedly while he dealt out the next hand.

"Yup, so you can blame Johnny boy for getting you into this mess." Frank cut in, with a casual belch. "Oh, this hand is just TERRIBLE." He then added after a quick look at his cards. Of course he couldn't hide the toothy, yellowed smirk on his face.

"Like you're any damn better than John for actually making that bet that I couldn't say no TO a bet." Annie cursed under her breath towards Frank. Her hand wasn't terrible, but by now she was angry with both John, and Frank, far too angry to be concerned about the game. Maybe she would turn back, maybe she wouldn't, but like it or not she was stuck in this mess. The frustration clearly showed on her face.

John wasn't sure what to say to Annie. He certainly wanted her back to normal, but they were stuck in this situation now. Worst of all he really only had himself to blame. "Just calm down Annie, if we can keep playing, then eventually luck will have to be on our side."

"I'm nearly done with the wagers for the day." Frank snorted loudly. "I think one more round, so you either get lady luck to love you two soon or Annie will be stuck like this for, well, quite a while."

The three exchanged their cards with the deck once more. While Annie and John had a pair of fours and eights, Frank had two pair. A pair aces and a pair of threes. It was likely he bluffed earlier but it didn't make a difference now. Frank had won and Annie began to change once more. Additional weight was added to her already chubby frame. She still wasn't nearly as fat as Frank, but her round, flabby gut showed off heavily, her panties strained to stay on her while her new fat thighs that looked like hairy tree trunks pulled at the fabric. Her fat ass didn't help her panties by pulling into her crack like a thong. The fabric of her panties was stretched thin enough to reveal her hairy cunt underneath. While she already had a small treasure trail of pubic hair, thicker body hair began to grow outwards from her cunt up to her belly button, dark red hair that resembled pubic hair. She clearly had an obvious trail of hair now, her belly looked almost like a man's that had never shaved. She grew hair in more places though. With her obscenely large nipples still out and exposed, a few wryly dark red hairs sprouted next to her nipples, and they looked nearly as long as her teats. A few hairs also grew around her asshole and her legs quickly became hairy underneath the table. Not that anyone could see her new hairy legs. Annie was at odds about all of the new hair. Her lack of modesty didn't care. Still, the modest housewife deep within her kept resurfacing, trying to make her concerned about her ever changing appearance. "What about two rounds?" Annie asked. Maybe she wanted a good chance at winning or maybe the impulsive gambler in her got the better of her and just wanted to keep going despite everything that had already happened.

"Or maybe three rounds." John added. They had to win eventually, it was just a matter of continuing, even if Annie changed more and more. John couldn't help himself but look at her and how repulsive she had become. No longer did Annie look like the wife John married but she looked more like someone Frank might have wed instead.

Frank scratched his ass casually. "Fine, whatever, two rounds, but then we're done." Frank tossed his cards towards John. "Next two bets are simple. She needs a big fat cunt, big enough for a boar dick. Also her sexual preferences are now turned more towards big fat, gassy, slobby, and hairy men." He said, with a casual fart afterwards. The stench quickly rose up in the air enough for John to smell.

"I'm never going to fuckin find a guy like you attractive, Frank." Annie threw her cards at John before she crossed her arms. Well, as best she could with her new overly endowed chest. Crossing them just had the effect of lifting up her rack and giving the guys a better view. She glanced away briefly with a 'hrmph,' About a moment later she uncrossed her arms to scratch her ass while letting out a fart, much like Frank had just done.

John let out a frustrated sigh and once more shuffled the deck. His hands were so greasy that it made it difficult to even hold onto the cards. John had two more rounds to try to change the love of his life back. Once he dealt everyone their hand, and glanced at his cards, he thought he might finally have something with four tens. He still didn't want to raise the ante as he had no reason. All he had to do was win this round to turn Annie back. He just hoped it worked. John exchanged only one card and held his breath. He did this out of nerves but also to avoid the atrocious stench coming from Frank and Annie.

"You'll learn to love men like me when we're finished with this game." Frank stated boldly. "I'm not going to exchange any cards with the deck so it's on you Annie." His tone was deeper, and he still had that smug smile on his face. "And I'm going to make sure our last round, really is the last hand of the night, so no more trying to stretch out the damn game. This has already gone on for so much longer than it should have."

Annie felt a bit frightened by Frank's statement. She didn't want to know what he meant by that, but unfortunately she had a terrible hand, and five new cards didn't help out her situation. There was also something more with John too. The pair had almost never argued or shouted at each other, but now Annie just wasn't sure if she could even trust John after this. It was all because of him that she was in this situation. She wondered if Frank would have been a better husband, but she quickly cleared her head of those thoughts. She still remembered what Frank was like when they first met and he was still the same creature. She could not find herself enjoying the company with a person that wears shit stained underwear and calls them lucky.

"Come on Frank, be reasonable. Changing her like this is just..." John grimaced. Had he known that the first bet would have really changed Annie, he never would have gotten involved in the first place. "I don't know..." he laid down his cards on the table. His hope was already shattered as he was confident Frank had him beat with something.

Indeed, Frank had a straight flush with a nine high, an impressive hand, and one only a royal flush could beat. "No, no Johnny boy. You agreed to it. You could have always said no but instead you agreed to play. Now Annie is a big fat gassy slob," He turned to Annie. "And I wouldn't want her any other way. Well, maybe one minor thing."

Annie wanted to argue with Frank. A minute ago she would have just told him to go fuck himself. Now though as she glared at Frank: her expression softened to from annoyance and disdain to lust. Something about his hairy body, that fat gut, and the faint odor she could make out from the other side of the table. Something about it all seemed so attractive, attractive enough to make her feel wet between her legs. It was more than just a wet sensation between her legs though. Annie abruptly let out a lewd moan as her pussy swelled in her panties. Her swelling cunt was enough to cause her panties to rip from her form and reveal her full nudity to the world. Not that Frank could see underneath the table, but John certainly could make out a much larger pussy. It looked swollen compared to the rest of her thighs, much like a fat, fleshy grapefruit. He could see very red, wet cunt lips, with a clit that pushed outwards a few inches. Even if Annie had panties on she would have had a very severe case of camel toe. Rather than argue about her change she let out an angry sigh, spread her legs and scratched her cunt.

"Let's keep going." John took all of the cards and shuffled them once more. He was truly getting impatient. He wanted to deal himself a hand that would win. A hand that would fix Annie, just one single hand that reversed this change. Frank's luck was unbelievable.

"John, take a long fuckin look at me." Annie said, with a casual belch. "I'm nothing like my old self. Living like this is going to be fuckin difficult. I doubt I can lose all this weight, and now my mind is telling me I shouldn't give a shit about it anyways. Frank is just going to keep winning, and the more we play, the worse I'll become." She turned to Frank. Looking at his was suddenly much more difficult now that his disgusting body was starting to look good. "Can you NOT say the three letter word? Or maybe you can remove that impulse? I know damn well what you're after! You made me fucking filthy as shit! Aren't you happy enough with this (she gestured to her fattened body) you perverted, putrid pig?"

"You really do have a mouth on you." Frank chuckled. "Tell ya what. Give me a hug and I'll remove the gambling impulse not questions asked." He pushed the chair back from the table and stood up. Every step of his shook the floor. Frank moved right in front of the table, still practically in the nude. His stained underwear had a bulge in it so large that the underwear strained to hold together while he pitched a tent. Annie bit her bottom lip as she saw Frank's full body. She already knew his hairy body and that fat gut, but now that she saw the bulge in the shit stain underwear. It felt hard to keep herself under control. Her fat cunt pulsed gently with arousal. She took a deep breath of her own musk and moved off of her chair. She stood up and revealed to John and Frank her new form in its entirety. Annie's shoulder length red hair framed her cute but now obese face which could still be considered attractive, unlike the rest of her body. Her arms and legs were thick with cellulite that traveled down her thighs. Her tits were obscenely large, with huge teats that had a few hairs sticking out from them. Her hairy belly jutted out just enough and let her large tits rest on it. The large ball of fat also gave her substantial love handles. Beneath her belly was a treasure trail of pubic hair that led down to a fat pussy between her legs, one that rubbed against her thighs with each step. Her fat ass even had a few hairs too. "Fine..." she said quietly, if only because her newfound attraction to Frank would make the hug much easier to deal with.

John watched as Annie and Frank smooshed their fat forms against each other. He felt quite ill when he saw her tits and his moobs press against each other. In that moment, John knew it was the point of no return. He had but one chance. There was still hope, Frank was still here, and John had cards in his hands. He watched the pair hug for a good minute before he let out a cough. "Ahhmmm. Sit back down and let's get another round over with."

"Shame you've got a husband like that...a beautiful woman like yourself doesn't deserve a man like him." Frank whispered in Annie's ear. When he heard John's cough, he turned his attention towards him. "I'll let go of the compulsive gambling. You don't have to play anymore if you don't want to."

"Annie and I want to get her fixed up and return her to normal. Let's go." John didn't even wait for an answer from Frank, he dealt out cards for him, Annie, and Frank. He was even more pissed at Frank now since it appeared he could undo the changes at will. "Damn that pig!" John thought angrily.

Annie blushed at Frank's comment. She enjoyed the feeling of her large, hairy belly against his. It made her very aroused and happy to be near him. To be complemented no less, even with how repulsive she had become brought forth a joy she had not felt since her and john were dating. Upon hearing the word 'betting', Annie was surprised to realize she no longer had any desire to play, but John seemed to dead set upon getting her fixed. "John, we can stop." She said, while her arms gently moved up and down Frank's sides.

"No, no. It's quite alright dear." Frank smiled at Annie as he gently released her. "One more round, Johnny boy. And that is final. My last bet is for Annie to become a brood sow, the perfect mate for a creature like myself." Frank didn't need anything else from bets. Sure, he would love nothing more than to completely take Annie, but he figured that would come naturally now, win or lose. Frank picked up his hand and chuckled. "I won't exchange any cards by the way."

While still being so close to Frank, Annie glanced down at her cards that John dealt. She wasn't even able to reach them from where she stood and she had no intention of breaking the embrace from Frank either. "...I fold. I'm done with this game." Sure, she might have been able to change back this hand, but she was done with her gambling adventure. That impulse was gone, she had no desire to play and she just wanted to be in Frank's warm embrace. She was still married to John but looking at him now. Scrawny and clean cut as he was, she just found him unappealing. The real manly man standing next to her was another story.

John was utterly baffled at Annie's response. He looked at his own cards and sighed. He exchanged but one card and then put down his hand of two pair of fives and jacks. "Let me guess, you got something better?" he muttered to Frank.

"Straight." Frank said, one single word as he put down his cards. Indeed a straight but not a straight flush as he had last time. He turned to Annie and asked. "What did you have?"

Annie glanced down at the cards she never bothered to look at. It didn't even matter anymore what she had, she folded; her hand wasn't even valid anymore. She lifted her cards, shrugged, and tossed them on the table face up. "Royal flush, hearts." The best hand in the game, but it mattered not, she had folded. She didn't even seem concerned that her hand could have beat Franks. Because Frank had technically won that game, she changed one last time.

Annie's face no longer had that chubby womanly look. The tip of her nose pushed upwards and inwards to form a very piggish snout. Two tusks burst forth from her mouth. She let out a snort then, but didn't seem very bothered by her new piggish nose. Her cheeks were especially chubby, and with her piggish nose, she no longer had a human face, but one of an anthro sow. She also grew not one, but three sets of tits from her chest. Every pair formed beneath her gigantic old pair. Each set a cup size smaller than the one above. The lower pairs sagging off to the side of her piggy gut. All her jugs were capped of with a hairy teat like nipple. All eight erect with her arousal. Annie couldn't resist a loud, lewd moan as her fat from her belly and tits jiggled and twitched. Her frame was a bit short for such things, so she also grew a few inches in height, up to a total of 6'1. She wasn't as tall as Frank, but now she surpassed John in height and was about half a foot wider now, mostly because of all her extra fat. Her feet hardened and turned black. Her toes merged until she only had two thick hard toes, perfect pig feet. A small curled tail sprouted from just above her gigantic ass. Moments after, Annie let out a crass and thunderous fart without a care in the world. She looked like a perfect match for Frank now. The two were disgusting boar creatures but Annie was still married to John, and she still very much knew it.

"Well, I know I had fun with this game." Frank said, and he suddenly gave a kiss on Annie's mouth, their pig noises rubbed, their tusks touched, and his fat aching cock, hidden in his underwear pressed up against her tree trunk thighs. He pulled back a moment later and let her go. "But I should head out. I'll see you at the office John." He casually walked back to his chair and got dressed. "Sorry I didn't focus much on your food, I was having too much fun."

Annie didn't resist the kiss. If anything she embraced it. It was the most loving kiss she had ever felt. His nose, his tusks, his fat, even that musk was just all so perfect, also how he loved her despite her newfound form was just absolutely wonderful. "Don't be a damn stranger. Drop by whenever possible, I'd love to play more with you."

Frank grinned towards Annie. "Oh, I would absolutely love to. I'll come by tomorrow, something tells me John's car is going to have some more trouble."

John was in complete disbelief over this situation. His wife had gone from a girl next door, to a fat slob pig. To top it all off, she clearly had the hots for Frank. Based on her behavior towards her husband, she probably disliked John. He absolutely despised that newfound form. "One more round...please?" was the only thing John could think of asking Frank.

"Shut it John." Annie snapped at him suddenly, before she turned to Frank, and nodded eagerly. Farts and belches became more casual and common from her now, whether it was her being part pig or her really not caring about holding them back. "I'd absolutely love it. Maybe we can do something else besides play poker...I'd fuckin love to see how long John's bed lasts under us."

"Not very long," Frank gave Annie a casual hug. "But...I'd still love to time it. I'm sure John won't mind if we do it without asking him." Frank didn't even care that John was in the same room at this point.

And Annie didn't seem to care either. "He didn't ask me about betting my body...so I don't think I should have to ask him permission for what I do with it."

John couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to yell at Frank, but Annie was on Frank's side. He didn't know what to do with Annie with the way she was now. He did have a strong feeling though that he was going to be single in a short amount of time.