Brad glances at the pile of chips and tries to speak, but only succeeds in mumbling incoherently around the penis that fills his mouth. After a moment, he tosses his own bid onto the table. Candace holds her cards close to her face, outwardly calm as she eyes the others shrewdly. But the anxious twitching of her tail gives away her true feelings. She meets the bid, however. Rick looks over his cards, then, with a dispirited groan, folds. Sharon does likewise. The bidding goes round the table again, and when the hand is finally called Brenda turns out to be the winner, with a pair of Jacks. She drags the pile of chips over to her, making elated slurping sounds with the cunt in the middle of her face. As before, a wave of transformations sweeps across the losers.
Jim gasps in shock as his penis rapidly shrinks within him, transforming into a vagina; at the same time, a long, hairless tail grows out from his spine, its tip shaped remarkably like the male organ he just lost. The nipples on Sharon's six breasts abruptly thicken and grow longer, forming tentacle-like appendages that sway in the air as if they have a life of their own. Rick grunts, and everyone turns to watch as his legs grow a thick pelt of hair and his feet turn into hooves; it would seem that Dominique is turning him into some sort of satyr. Next Brad's fingers--all twenty of them--suddenly turn into five-inch-long penises; he holds them before his face, watching as they wiggle limply. Finally, Candace groans as her neck abruptly elongates, growing to three feet (giving her the appearance of a nightmarish, humanoid-centaur-giraffe).
"Wait a minute," Sharon interjects, turning to face the demoness. "Will the losers have to stay like this permanently?"
"If I so choose," Dominique replies. "Those who remain with me will be my playthings, and shall adopt whatever form amuses me. Of course, I may think of even more amusing shapes for them . . ."
"Asshole," mutters Candace under her breath.
"An excellent suggestion," agrees Dominique. Suddenly, Candace's lips pucker up and shrink as her mouth turns into a wrinkled, pink anus. She tries to talk, but all that emerges is a grotesque flatulent sound. "Any more complaints?" asks the demoness. "Good; then let the game continue."
It is Brenda's turn to deal next. She passes out the cards, rather ineptly, and the bidding resumes. After what happened to Candace, none of the party cares to see what further perverse changes the demoness has in store for them; they are all intent to make this the last hand, and come out on top. The bidding is fierce as they try to outbluff each other, regardless of what their hands are, and the pile of chips in the center of the table grows steadily. In the end, the one left holding all the chips is . . .
Go back - Go to the parent episode.
Mon Sep 13 00:38:15 1999