A Flush

Lois: 9♦ 8♣ 8♦ 9♠ 4♠

Blaze: 5♦ 10♦ 2♦ K♦ 7♦

The reporter's mouth fell open. Her heart sank into her stomach. The demon's scarlet fingers sorted the chips. The golden soul chips she set aside. Next to them, the chips representing Lois's pussy and egg. A single chip the demon held in her hands, with thumbs and forefingers. The lactation chip.

"I'll impregnate you later," Blaze said. The way the demon said it sounded like a promise. "But I do want to make sure our future children are well-fed."

The chip burst in a shower of black sparks...and Lois pushed back from the table, to stare down at her enormous cleavage. Not sure what would happen. Visually, Lois could see no difference...her breasts were so immense that the nipples could rest on the edge of the table, and her underboob would then almost touch her lap...but she could feel a difference.

Nothing that she could really put into words. Her tits were already so heavy, so massively swollen, the skin tight and pale enough that she could see the veins running through them like blue rivers buried in globes of soft pink marble...yet there was a creeping ache on her shoulders and back. Just sitting there, Lois became slowly convinced that her girls were getting heavier...and maybe there was a sense of pressure? It was so hard to tell...and then her eyes fixated on her nipples.

They were bigger than normal, which was no surprise: they had increased in scale as her breasts did, so that the small pink nipples were now nearly as big as the tips of her pinkies, the areolas around them more defined, and where once they had been flat, now they stood out, slightly puffy...but as Lois examined them now, she saw rounded bumps around the edges. Almost like little zits...but that wasn't what they were. Not at all.

White beads formed around the bumps. Cautiously, Lois reached out to touch them...and the little drops broke as her fingertips touched them, broke and ran, tiny white rivulets that now soaked into the green felt.

She was lactating.

"Only about 1 milliliter an hour," Blaze said, dryly. "Most women who start lactating after birth start out at about 30 ml a day, but that increases rapidly as they breastfeed or pump, and it diminishes as they wean. You won't ever run dry...but if you want to produce more, well, you'll need to feed."

The reporter shuddered. This was getting bad. Very bad.

Lois looked at the scarlet succubus as she shuffled the cards. "What do you want, Blaze?"

"I want you to carry my children," the demon announced.

"I want those women's souls," Lois said. "And I'm tired of playing games."

The demon caught the reporter's gaze and held it. Lois locked her eyes and refused to blink.

"I would be willing to consider...a straight exchange," the demon said.

She laid the deck between them.

"We'll cut the deck. You choose whether your card is high or low. Then I'll cut. If you chose correctly, you win, and I will surrender the remaining souls...and I will cash in those final chips. If you choose wrongly...I will let you buy the remaining souls, with your body."

The reporter grimaced. She didn't have much choice. Forcing herself to her feet, her leaking tits pressed into the felt, Lois reached out and cut the deck. She looked at her card:

J♥