Cash In

Lois Lane held one chip in her hand, turning it over and over, staring at the cartoon breasts emblazoned on it. The chip felt like ivory or bone, but it was slightly warm to the touch. Curiosity and other emotions warred within her...

Why not? I won it, right? What's the worst that could happen? Lois thought to herself. I mean, the girls won't get any smaller...

"How does it work?" She heard herself say, without realizing it.

"The chip is a fragment of my power. On the face is the shape of your desire. The power will respond to your will. Focus on it...concentrate...imagine it becoming real...and it will be." The demon said, voice low and soothing.

Lois did. She stared at the chip, at the breasts on there, so like her own. Only...bigger. Fuller. Heavier. Hanging a little lower on her chest, a little wider, the nipples jutting out a little farther. The same pert shape, only magnified in every direction. The reporter imagined what they would feel like, hanging there, the weight on her shoulders, the nipples tenting her shirt out farther so that the hem of it would ride up and expose her abs...

There was a tenuous moment...Lois could feel it, like a membrane of the mind, a word she had forgotten or couldn't say, thoughts struggling to come together but definitely present...and with an effort, she focused and seized on that niggling idea, and something came to her mind, like a realization.

There was no more chip in Lois Lane's hand. Her shoulders ached, just a teensy bit, and the air on her stomach was cool. The woman stared down at her breasts and they were...her breasts, just that fraction larger, just as she had imagined. No transition at all, as far as Lois could experience. They hung off her frame as though they always had been there since puberty.

But Lois knew she was going to have to buy an entirely new collection of bras to fit her bigger girls.

"That's what magic is like," Blaze said. "And now you know what those other women experienced."

Lois hand reached out for the other chip, but stopped herself. This...could be addictive. I don't want to be a freak. She cast a glance at Blaze's breasts. The demon's tits were still a fraction larger than Lois' own, though not by much. Something itched at Lois; not jealousy exactly, as much as...possibility.

"Shall we play again?" The demon began to shuffle. "There's so much more to win...and lose."

Mutely, Lois nodded.