It was no secret among the poker playing friends that Giovanni, all 6'5" 275 lbs of him, was not only the biggest man in the group, but the biggest size queen as well. He couldn't resist a big dick. He was forever bragging about the whopper he'd hooked up with the night before, or during lunch at work. Gay guys, "straight" guys, married bi-curious guys, it didn't matter to him.
Dick was dick, and bigger was better, and that's all there was to it as far as he was concerned.
The game of strip poker he played with his co-workers every week was a friendly tradition, but tonight the stakes were particularly high. Normally, if a player lost ALL of their clothing, they were out, and at worst a little chilly. Tonight, however, once nude, the men were allowed to wager their physical form.
Giovanni had laughed when Pete had explained it to him.
"You high, bro? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You lose, you shrink. It's as simple as that."
Giovanni rolled his eyes and finished his drink, hastily fixing another before taking his seat at the table.
"You are high. Whatever you're on I want some. Just deal, man."
The overconfident muscle bear started the night with a series of wins, stacks of chips increasing in height on the table in front of him, while his friends steadily shed their shirts, shoes, socks. Tony sat to his right, Frankie to his left, and Pete directly across from him.
A few whiskey sours into the evening and his luck took a turn. Before long he was sitting in nothing but his underwear, his gym-pumped body on full display. When he caught Frankie to his left staring at his swollen pecs, he bounced them, and shot him a wink.
"You gonna fold or keep playing? Remember what I said earlier?" Pete asked.
"Deal me in. I gotta turn this losing streak around."
"You remember what I said though? About --"
"I said DEAL," Giovanni slammed his hand on the table, upsetting Tony's towers of chips.
By the time the cocky Italian muscle stud did notice the change in his formerly imposing stature, he could barely see over the edge of the poker table, had to use two hands to hold his cards. He moved to get up from the table but suddenly the floor seemed very far away.
Frankie, now freakishly huge, lifted him one-handed from his chair like a toy, and tossed him onto the green felt table, scattering the pot. The poker chips seemed to be the size of dinner plates. He scrambled for purchase on the pile, but every time he tried to rise from his hands and knees, one of the giants pushed him back down with a finger to his back, or chest. It quickly became clear that Giovanni, formerly powerful, who had never been pushed around by any man EVER, wasn't going anywhere.
"What should we do with him?" Tony boomed, staring down at him lasciviously.
"I know what he wants us to do with him," Pete replied, smirking through his neatly trimmed black beard. The cinders of his cigar glowed, sweet smoke rising slowly to the ceiling. "Bet you never seen one this big before, huh?"
Freakishly tall, Pete stood tweaking one of his own nipples which was scarcely visible through the heavy mat of salt-and-pepper chest hair he sported.
"Guys. Come on. Please. I got nothing more to lose. You've taken everything, even my... body."
"You sound like a fuckin' chipmunk," Frankie said. Pete and Tony laughed.
Pete unbuckled his belt, which showcased an ostentatious buckle featuring the head of a bull. His pants, which he'd managed to keep, fell to the floor with a whump, and his undershorts quickly followed. He wasn't hard yet, but he was getting there, his cock an admirable 8" soft, his balls large and hanging heavy between his thighs.
Frankie and Tony followed suit, quickly removing any and all clothing they'd managed to keep during the hands they'd played. Tony tossed the tank top he'd been wearing at Giovanni, who was temporarily buried in it. The now tiny man had to fight his way out of the musky, sweat-stained fabric. The odor was overwhelming, dizzying, and he came up gasping, thankful for the relatively fresh air of the smoky back room.
"Oh my god," Giovanni gasped. "I like big dicks, guys, but this is crazy. What am I supposed to do with that thing??" he asked, gesturing at Tony. He had his heavily-tattooed arms folded across his broad chest, and his veiny, angry-looking dick with its vicious curve, was rock hard and on full display, the prince albert piercing glinting under the fluorescent light.
They had all seen each other naked numerous times over the years, during these games or at the gym in the locker room. They were familiar, comfortable even, with each others' naked bodies. Giovanni had, at one time or another, been fuck buddies with each of them, but had quickly grown tired of them and moved on to bigger and better dicks.
"Those things are as big as I am," he protested again, holding his hands up in surrender. "There's no way you can fuck me with them."
"We ain't got to fuck you, little man," Pete said. "We already been there done that. 'Course now that you're so small, that hole is bound to be tight as hell. You might even FEEL it."
"Doubt it," Frankie said.
"Not likely," Tony said at the same time.
