Poker story...with a twist. (Prologue)

[mojoheim]

So I've been lurking around here a long time enjoying your stories and images. However, this story idea I thought was too good to be greedy with and not share. First time writing something like this so constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged. Thanks in advance. - Mojoheim

Malcolm sat in front of his computer playing Online Poker...glancing to the corner of his monitor he saw it was 2 in the morning. "Damnit," he swore to himself, "Why am I up so late?"

As the next round started on his computer, he checked his cards, 5 of hearts and 8 of spades. Easy out. Hitting the All-In button he waited for his opponent to call his bluff...who instead folded, cursing again, Malcolm used the same ploy next turn. His opponent went all in, Malcolm smiled and checked. As all 5 cards came up, Malcolm realized he won somehow. The standard enter the draw to appear on TV form came up, Malcolm quickly filled it out, shut down the computer and went to sleep.

A few weeks later, he received an E-mail. Congratulating him, he'll be entering an exclusive Pay per View tournament to be filmed in Britain. Cool he thought, filling out the details and excitidly went to tell his friends.


2 months later Malcolm was walking onto a stage, being ushered to a seat around a poker table. Looking around the room he noticed 7 other guys and two men in suits. The older one cleared his throat and launched right into his introduction. "Good Morning Gentlemen, welcome to Britain, and the Poker Tournament. In case you are wondering whats at stake here, you will be playing for 2000 Pounds."

"2000 Pounds!" A large Linebacker type roared, "I'm missing off season training for 4000 American Dollars?"

"Not money sir." The man replied, "2000 pounds of muscle." He grinned as the large man's jaw hung open. "As you notice theres 8 of you here, you will in a minute be ushered to the dressing room, outfitted with some scientific equipment and a wardrobe. Then when you return here you will be fitted into a machine under each of your seats, at that point you will be given your tournament allowance of 250 pounds of pure muscle."

"How?" A latino looking guy, wearing a shortsleeve shirt and tight leather pants.

"Good Question, Dr. Sinclair here, inventor of the system will explain." the suited man gestured to the man standing beside him.

"Well its quite simple, under you are three tanks. Protein, Anabalic substances, and Catabolic substances. You will have diffusion sets placed in your body that from our computer will feed these substances into you at various times during game play."

"Game Play? You mean theres no money?" The bald man with a goatee, Malcolm vaguely remembered as being a pro-wrestler a few years back asked.

"No sir." The original suited man said, "You will be gambling pounds of muscle into the pot, where those pounds go is up to the cards." As he finished this 8 young women appeared, walking up silently behind each man, "These young ladies will be your assistants...as there is literally a ton of muscle on the table, we fear at some point some of you will lose mobility." He looked pointibly at the Linebacker, and a man that probably tipped the scales over 400 lbs. "Or even 250 pounds will prove akward, Now please go with your assistants, we'll see you back here within the hour."

Malcolm's assistant, a red head, lead him to a room with his name on it. Malcolm stepped into the room where a man and woman in medical scrubs stood. "This is your medical team, they will be taking baselines, and inserting the growth mechanisms. Please get down to your undershorts." His assistant said as she stepped out of the room gently closing the door behind her.

Malcolm obliged feeling over-exposed in his boxerbriefs as the doctor strapped a cuff around his arm and took blood pressure readings. The nurse meanwhiled attached electrodes over Malcolms heart and other places on his body, "We will be monitoring your vitals throughout all of the contest, though this system is safe, we do not want a competitor dieing as we introduce it to the world." she explained.

Wheeling over a steel cart with a case on it she opened it, Malcolm briefly glimpsed the drawing of a male's anatomy, as she continued her discussion, "These are diffusion sets, they will be placed in the major muscle groups of the body, with an extra set on your ribcage which will feed your heart and lungs. Once you take your place in your chair, we will attach the machine to these so they can alter your muscular size." The doctor began silently removing the plastic off what Malcolm thought were extremely large needles. "This may pince." The nurse said as she scrubbed a site on Malcolm's thigh with alchohol.

As she worked Malcolm looked at his reflection in the mirror, always broad shouldered and husky, High School coaches constantly tried to get Malcolm to try out for the Football team due to his natural size. But Malcolm never had the competitive spirit in him to play sports, preferring to focus on his studies and just get High School over with. While his friends all grew a good 4-6 inches between Grades 9 and 10. Malcolm never grew much more than an inch or two, and grew out. Graduating at around 250 lbs...Malcolm had since College started whittled that down to what he thought was a reasonable 220 lbs on his 5'11", though a friend studying to be a Personal trainer estimated his Body Fat at 25%. He was considered one of the "Big" Guys at his college.

The nurse soon announced her completion and asked Malcolm to get dressed from the provided clothing. 10 minutes later, Malcolm's assistant was directing him back to the Poker Table. He fitfully tugged at his plain cotton T-shirt, the smallest he could find, but the neckline still meandered a path from mid-deltoid to halfway down his pecs, to the other deltoid, the sleeves reaching half way down his forearms, the pants on the other hand were some sort of grey cotton, he had cinched the drawstrings as tight as possible, but the only thing keeping them up at this point was the combined effort of his free hand and the swell of his ass. There were no shoes or socks.

The assistant spun a chair around for him asking him to sit, as the medical team from the dressing room hurried over. As he sat the assistant undid the knot on his drawstrings without a word, as the doctor began hooking up clear tubing to the chair. The nurse was reading stats apparantly from the chair. "232 Pounds, 27% body fat..."

Her words were drowned out by a buzzing apparantly coming from the chair as Malcolm felt it. The doctor finished and stood back. The man who gave the introductory speech came over and smiled gentiley at Malcolm, "Well Mr. Malcolm Tavish. Welcome to the tournament, you will be receiving your tournament allowance shortly, as soon as Dr. Sinclair finishes compiling the data on your body composition." Glancing somewhere behind Malcolm, the man nodded and stepped back. "Please relax, I am assured this does not hurt."

Malcolm felt the buzzing intensify as a light blueish liquid fed up the tubes, "We are currently adminstering an anabloic solution with a mix of Protein sufficent to provide for 250 pounds of muscle growth." A voice said from behind him, "This is no different than what your body would do after a workout, please relax." Malcolm watched as the blue liquid reached the nob on the end of the pad on his right arm and imagined the liquid entering his blood. Nothing happened for a few minutes then the veins on the back of Malcolm's hand began to engorge and snake up his forearm, to be lost under the sleeve of his shirt. A warmth began to spread over his body, "At this time you are probably feeling a warmth of the body," Dr. Sinclair's voice cut in, "This is normal, its simply your body metabolising the solution and protein. We are noting a modest weight gain as we speak." Malcolm looked back at his arm the veins had stopped growing, in fact seemed they seemed to be shrinking. Malcolm closed his eyes, and leaned his head back waiting for the Doctor to inform him of the completition. A few moments later Malcolm's attention was forced to his legs, as the tops of his thighs brushed the poker table, opening his eyes expecting to see work crews adjusting it, he did not see anyone, so he just spread his legs a bit more and tried to relax again. But an itch on his shoulder bothered him, asking permission to move his arms to scratch and receiving it, he did so...noting the thickness of his arm as it passed into his field of vision.

A ridge of muscle stood out on the back of his forearm, the scratching hand stopped, as Malcolm noted the minute movement of the neck of his shirt crawling across his shoulder. Pulling his arm back he noted that the sleeve of the T-shirt were now 3/4 of the way up his forearm, his body then began reporting the sensation of his body slowly creeping out over his chair. The inching of his shoulders up the back of the chair, the hem of his pants up his calves.

As these became normal to him. The sag of his chest and the feeling of crushing weight being spread across his shoulders and back began to set in. His arms began to levitate themselves as his lats continued to spread forcing him to move his arms to a more comfortable position, feeling the power of his balooning delts and traps as they lifted the weight. He seemed to be growing taller as his view of the table changed, his hamstrings and glutes forcing him higher in his chair. His thighs beginning to brush the table again, as he was suddenly moved backwards by some unseen hands. Concluding the chair was on wheels for easy movement he sat enthralled as his thighs began to fill up the legs of his pants and push them furthur. The tear drop shape becoming quite apparant. Thoroughly enjoying himself for the next few minutes he was brought back to reality as the Nurse's voice chimed in, "Current Weight, 482 pounds." This hit Malcolm like a slap to the face, he just gained more than double his body weight by a good 22 pounds.

"Mr. Tavish, we need to bring out the next competitor. Please follow your assistant to the Green Room." The doctor and nurse carefully removed the tubes, and stepped back as Malcolm pushed himself up from the chair. Wobbling slightly as his body re-adjusted to the weight, gesturing Malcolm turned, the weight of his shoulders, back, and chest threatened to topple him, as he stumbled due to his thighs binding on each other.

"May I suggest widening your stancing, and trying to throw your legs out around each other." She said gently, as Malcolm obliged. And began to waddle after her. "Excellent," she lead him down a hall through double doors into a room with one entire wall being a mirror. He stopped in the doorway startled by what he saw.

His shoulders climbed up to his ears now, sloping down to his delts that rose to meet them, reminding him of how Elementary school children often draw mountains. The sleeves of his overlarge T-shirt were pulled taught over his massive upper arms, the material appearing to stretch over his massive chest then hanging loose down to the barest hint of his elastic waist band of his pants. Which Malcolm now blatantly realized hung by themselves quite contently on his hips, almost looking like a pair of capris the bottoms pulled tight over his calves. Though wearing pants was questionable as he could still see every swell and valley of his thighs through them.

His assistant pointed to an oversized, overstuff chair. "Please sit down, I was told you were the first to receive their size. The tournament is scheduled to start in 8 hours. If you need anything, I am here."

Malcolm continued to stare at himself in amazement...8 hours at this point seemed to be a lifetime.

[BGryphon18]

Hey man.

I'm really surprised that no one has commented on this story yet. I have to admit that when I first read the title I was a bit confused, but it's a really good start and a very interesting premise. Keep up the good work and I look forward to seeing how this "tournament" plays out

[Lila]

-Delurks-

Wow! That was a really great story, and a really creative idea! I did get sad when I realized that there wasn't more to the first part, though! :P You should definitely continue it!

[Lucas88]

Great job! Looking forward to the tournament...and the football player

[skumbum]

More exciting, I think, if they just had to play with what they came in with... >:-)

Nice work though.