End: Bet

The demon held her hands above her cards, but as far as Lois Lane could see, her focus wasn't on them. While it was hard to judge because Blaze's eyes had no pupil or iris, the inclination of the horned head seemed to imply to the reporter that the scarlet succubus was looking at the reporter's ridiculously enormous breasts, which filled a not inconsiderable part of the table, the pink nipples threatening to slip off the edge of the green felt.

"Why don't we make this...interesting?" Blaze said.

The scarlet succubus held up her hand...and the reporter's heart leaped into her throat as she saw the stack of gold chips there. The souls of all the missing women. One by one, she dropped them into the pot.

Lois swallowed hard.

"And what can I bet, to match that?" The reporter asked.

The answer came in the chip that manifested beneath her left tit. With an effort, Lois slid her hand under the wobbly, sweating heap of tit flesh to retrieve it.

It was a simple red coin with white markings on each side. They said simply "X2."

"Twice as big?" Lois said, aghast.

"Hmm-hmm," Blaze hummed. Her face was still a mask, utterly free of emotion, but Lois could see the stiff head of the demon's cock just above the rim of the table, the stiffness of her puffy pink nipples...and the reporter's eyes narrowed.

She's either trying to buy her way out of a losing hand, Lois thought. Or she's so hypnotized by my titties that she wants to see me grow even bigger. Either way, there's an opportunity here...to end this game once and for all.

Lois held up the chip and leaned forward. She dropped it in the pile.

"Call!" Lois declared.

They showed their cards:

Lois: K♥ 8♣ Q♣ K♦ 9♥

Blaze: A♠ 2♣ 9♣ Q♠ Q♥

I won! Lois Lane thought, as the thrill of victory ran through her. I won! I..I...oh, fuck...what did I win?

Her breasts and ass had began to rumble. Lois became aware of points of heat deep within her body. Blaze's lips twitched uncontrollably, black sparks racing up her horns. The cards and chips vanished in a silent explosion of black lightning,

"Yes, Lois," Blaze said, addressing the reporter's unspoken thoughts, her small red breasts heaving a little, the succubus' breath suddenly short. "You won. The women are free. And you..."

Weight suddenly piled on Lois Lane, as if someone had turned up the gravity. The reporter's hands gripped the edge of the table and she struggled to hold herself up...and then she twisted her neck and looked down and saw why she was so heavy.

Her ass was swelling to match her breasts. Her previously nondescript booty now added pounds and pounds of muscle and fat, the pink skin stretching taut as the once-barren buttocks filled out, her thighs stretching to accommodate some of the excess mass, but her thin waist remaining trim, her belly flap...giving the reporter an utterly exaggerated hourglass appearance.

For the first time in her life, Lois had a booty. Her ass-cleavage would put most women's breast-cleavage to shame, and as Lois staggered to her feet, she could feel her great globular glutes jiggle and clap. The reporter panted, straining as she knew that combined, her ass and tits must have added fifty pounds to her body weight.

Yet Blaze wasn't done. There was also the X2 chip.

Black lightning burst from Blaze's horns and Lois Lane's pale flesh drank up the demonic power. Every muscle in the reporter's body froze as energy converted into mass...a lot of mass.

The reporter's round booty filled out until it hit the limit of human possibilities, hips widening to support the swelling muscle, fat forming into folds above her thighs as a dumptruck ass pushed out behind her, the ass of a plus-size model, nearly three feet wide from hip to hip. At the same time, the reporter's breasts, which were already resting on the felt even though she was standing, pushed out and down. Lois wanted to scream as the strain on her neck, back and shoulders doubled. The metal legs of the table groaned as the weight on them doubled...and with a growl, Blaze exploded.

Jet-black ropes of Satanic sperm floated out over the air, glittering like black pearls before splashing against the reporter's impossible tits. Lois could do nothing, held in place by the demon's power as the last ergs of magic filled breasts which had changed little in overall shape from Lois Lane's original, but were now enormously increased in size, hanging down to her waist with the sheer mass of them.

At last, the demon's spent cock flopped onto the felt, oily cum soaking into the green...and Lois Lane stood there, arms and legs still ridiculously thin, her waist impossibly narrow compared to the proportions of the rest of her...and Blaze's teeth flashed in a feral grin.

"Well played, Lois. Good job. You saved those women. They will now return to their lives...and you can now return to yours. I'm sure with the gifts I've given you, you'll be more popular than ever before!"

The demon left...red feet padding away on the cement...and Lois Lane realized she was naked, with proportions that would shame a cartoonist, and all alone. Her weight had to have more than doubled...and the reporter sat down, carefully, wincing as the chair legs squealed and protested.

"Okay, Lane," Lois said as she stared down at her jizz-spattered tits. "Your night out has been interesting, but getting home might be more interesting yet..."

And it was, in its own way. Yet that is another story.