Blaze Bets A Soul

The reporter felt a sense of relief as the golden chip slid into the pot for the ante. In truth, as freakish as her now massive breasts were, she had been afraid that she'd gotten addicted to the sensation of growing ever bigger. If she could just stay focused for another hand or two...with a bit of luck...she might be able to walk away from this table with everything she had come for, and then some.

The devil smiled as she dealt the cards.

Lois: 9♦ 8♣ 8♦ 10♥ 9♠

The reporter's heart almost stopped. Two pair. That was...a very good hand. If she played this right...the reporter felt the chip under her hand. She turned her palm up...and there was a pink chip, with a little clear circle floating in the middle, like some kind of small video clip. Without asking, Lois knew it was an egg.

She pushed it into the pot.

"A rich bet," Blaze said. Her eyes stared hard into Lois Lane's, the small table between them. "But do you know what you really want to win?"

A soul, Lois told herself. She focused her heart on it. I want one of the women's souls!

There was a flash of gold in the demon's hand as she put the fourth and final soul chip into the pot.

The reporter discarded the ten...and then felt a flicker of unease as the demon discarded a single card, keeping four, just like her. That could be a bluff...or it could be that Blaze had two pair too. It was unlikely that the scarlet succubus would keep three-of-a-kind and a high card. There was the possibility she could be holding out for a straight or a flush, but odds were unlikely she would make it.

Lois Lane swallowed. She had to play like Blaze had a hand as good as her own.

Calm your tits, Lane, the reporter told herself.

There was a lot of tit to calm. Lois relaxed back into her chair a little, to feel her breasts jiggle against her ribs. There were lines in the pale flesh where she had been pressing them up against the rim of the table. She rubbed at it absently.

The reporter picked up her card. Four of spades. That did nothing for her hand, but it didn't hurt either. Best to play it safe—Lois already had everything she wanted in the pot.

"Check," Lois said, projecting as much confidence as she could muster.

Blaze flicked her gaze between the pot, the reporter's breasts, and her cards. Very quickly; it was hard to really trace her eyes, since they were pure white, without pupil or iris, but Lois had started to look at the little muscles on the sides of the eyes, and their movement showed that the demon was obviously taking in the entire board.

"Bet," she said.

One red hand pushed a chip into the pot...and to the reporter's secret elation it was another BREAST X 10 chip. Not for the first time, Lois felt she was being played...that win or lose, the demon wanted her tits to get bigger. Worse, the reporter could feel her own palms itch at the sight of that chip. It was representing her own desires, ridiculous as they were...but the question was, what would Lois have to offer to equal it?

A chip pushed its way up out of the felt. A familiar one. Big pink nipple, with a cartoonish drop of milk. Lactation, again. At least the demon was consistent. Lois tossed it into the pot.

"Show your cards," the reporter said, turning over her hand.

Lois: 9♦ 8♣ 8♦ 9♠ 4♠

Blaze: (?)