End: A Straight—Blaze Wins

Lois: 7♥ J♥ 3♥ 3♣ K♣

Blaze: 8♥ 9♥ 10♣ J♠ Q♦

Something drained out of Lois as she stared at the cards. A straight beat three of a kind...and Blaze raked in the pile of chips.

Lois felt her heart beat rising, faster and faster. She gripped the edges of the table as the first cramp hit her.

She hung her head, breath coming in hot, chest heaving, body vibrating, suddenly feverishly hot...

The flat valley of her stomach began, oh so subtly, to shift. Lois Lane's rational mind wanted to deny what was happening, but she could see the result. Her abs were visible for a moment before they seemed to melt away, outlines softening...and then it began to rise, not so much that Lois would even notice, except that she could see it happening, waist thickening, her belly growing the tiniest amount.

Lois' breasts too were changing...veins creeping up, becoming more prominent. The pink nipples, hard and erect, bulging slightly. They were darker now, Lois noticed, unable to tear her eyes away. Her gaze seemed unblinking, and she realized she couldn't feel her body. Not the fine details. It wasn't that she was numb, exactly—more like a kind of sensory white noise in the background that her conscious mind tuned out—but the gross details, the novel sensations, those she was well aware of.

There was a weight, growing between her hips. A pressure like bloating during her period, but that never went away. A too-full sensation in her stomach, as though she had overeaten. And as her breasts subtly sagged, she could feel a weight and pressure building there as well.

Lois Lane's stomach was doming now. Not just a sag or a drop, no pot belly covered by fat...this was high and inside, pushing her abdomen out from within. Still far to go before full term, but definitely...undeniably...pregnant.

A weight grew, on Lois' chest. Omnipresent, uncomfortable, her breasts ballooning out slowly, being drawn down inexorably by mass and gravity so that they almost rested on her rising belly. But it wasn't just that they were getting bigger, they were getting fatter. Her once palmable tits were filling out on the side, losing some of their shape, skin rising... They were half the size of Lois' head now, at least, but not sagging nearly as much as they should. It was like a second puberty...

Except the nipples and areolae had darkened to a deep, dull brown and spread out more than four fingers wide, her puffy nipples swollen huge as fingertips. Little buds had appeared ringing each teat, and as Lois watched a trickle of golden fluid dripped from them. In the fast-forward time, it looked like thin rivers leaking from some secret spring in the mountains, splashing her belly.

Lois stared as her abdomen distended further, almost touching the edge of the table...hips swelling, thighs widening, dark line creeping up to her belly button...and then it began to descend. Instead of the peak of the belly standing straight out, it began to shift downwards, folding onto her lap. Lois could feel its progress in the creeping pain up her lower back, even as her breasts swelled a little more, pushed up and outwards on either side of her gravid stomach.

Reality shifted back into focus. Lois took a deep breath, lungs burning, muscles aching. She had gained...at least forty pounds. The belly sat in her lap, something moving inside of it. Her breasts hurt, especially her nipples. The gravid reporter felt full...ready to burst...she stared up at Blaze...

The demon was stroking her cock, enjoying the show. A dark trickle of precum dripping from the head.

"You are beautiful. I am so glad that I got to see you like this, Lois. It was worth it, losing a soul to see you so...radiant," the demon's eyes, white-on-white, were glowing, triumphant.

"Of course, we could quit here if you like. It has been a...long and wild night for you," the demon leered. "Fucked and impregnated, ready to drop at any moment. I wouldn't blame you for cutting your losses. But..."

The succubus tapped the deck of cards. "You came here for four women. Three more souls. And I...wouldn't mind seeing how much bigger you can get. What do you say?"

Lois swallowed. She had lost...debased herself, gotten pregnant with a demon's baby...and the reporter wasn't sure what else she had to lose. Not for the first time, she wondered if this is what the other women had experienced. If they had fallen into the trap of playing Blaze's game, where the devil dealt the cards, and little by little they lost themselves...and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was torn.

If she left now, she would have failed her mission—and appear to everyone nine months pregnant, a slut of a single mother. Who would believe that a demon knocked her up? She would be the subject of ridicule, her reputation in tatters, her life in disarray...

...but if she stayed, what other indignities would the demon have in store for her? What cruelties could the wicked mind of Blaze subject her too? The possibilities seemed endless.

The demon waited patiently, one hand on her cock. Unlike Lois, she had all the time in the world. But for Lois Lane, one way or another, this was