Johanna drew a new card, bringing her hand up to seven, while Paul considered his options. He was now not just a satyr, but a ridiculously hung one. With as large as his dick was now, he'd have to find a mare to have sex with, if not a female elephant. And being a satyr, he was continuously horny, and not just on his head.
And the only woman available, Johanna, was more interested in fondling her own feet than in sucking on his enormous dick.
This sucked in so many ways, so he considered his cards. There was a King of Sex Drive card, but that would make him explode if he played it, but beside it was an intriguing one with no points value, but with a picture of a hooker in a Santa hat with a present, titled CHARITY REWARDS.
He scanned the text, then set it down in front of him, reading aloud: "Charity Rewards allows her player, at any time, to transfer cards from his/her/its pile to those of other players, along with their attendant gifts and value. As a reward for this charity, the player gains two cards from the deck for every one lost in this manner, these cards immediately played and taking effect."
Paul smiled. "I think I'll give my ten of Freaks to Max and my four of Myths to Johanna."
The cards vanished from his pile and appeared in Max and Johanna's. At once, his freaky penis began shrinking foot by foot while at the same time Max's freaky height increased. At the same time, his horns retracted and his cloven hooves turned back into feet while beautiful silver armor and a winged helmet appeared on Johanna, marking her as a mythical Scandinavian valkyrie. But she wasn't noticing any of it--she was too busy squealing with delight at the white leather riding boots with silver buckles that had appeared on her feet.
Finally, the transformation stopped, and Paul sat there, none of his old changes left except for being the King of Studs, which suited him just fine.
The deck, however, began glowing, and a card flipped over from the top. The Deuce of Athletes, picturing a very sexy nude jockey riding naked on a horse and at once Paul found himself shrinking until he was less than five feet tall and only about seventy-five pounds max.
He looked up at Max, who was positively towering over him, as well as everyone else, but Paul was certain he could walk between Max's legs without touching.
The next card flipped over into his pile, the Seven of Sex Drive, showing a naked blonde atop a Mazaradi, and Paul was filled with a lust about equal to what he'd had as a satyr.
The next card that flipped over was one of the foil holograms. It shimmered with its legend: BEAUTY. At once, Paul's features rearranged subtly, his shoulders broadening, his hips narrowing, his profuse and studly body hair becoming more even and shining like gold.
The final of his four rewards cards flipped over: The King of Myths.
There was a shimmer about him, and a moment later he realized he had something on his back. A very big something, in that they were beautiful glittering butterfly wings, which he distinctly became embarrassed about, so they vanished. Then so did he.
He reappeared a moment later, but kept the wings invisible, trying to figure it out. "What's happened?"
The tiger glanced at him slyly. "I would guess," Eugene said in Indian-accented English, "that you have been turned into Oberon, King of the Fairies."
"I'm not gay!" Paul protested.
"I am!" giggled Johanna, the foot and shoe-fetishist valkyrie.
The tiger lashed his tail. "In legend, Oberon was relatively straight as well. I'm meaning fairy in its traditional sense."
Paul looked at himself. He was incredibly sexy, and even though very short, being able to fly and turn invisible was hugely cool. "This is actually pretty fun."
"Speak for yourself, midget," Max said, now well over ten feet tall with his chair creaking beneath his weight. "It's Eugene's turn."