End: Draw

Lois: K♥

Blaze: K♠

The reporter sucked in her breath. Her hands closed into fists over her knees. She couldn't believe that it had come to this. Blaze could do anything...give her breasts so big that Lois couldn't move. Make her weigh a thousand pounds. Lois could have kicked herself for ever sitting down at this table, for ever agreeing to this devil's bargain...then she sighed, and let her shoulders slump.

At least I saved the other four women, Lois thought.

The cards vanished from the table...and Blaze stood, her hard crimson cock standing proud over the table. The scarlet succubus kept her damning half-smile. As she held up each hand. Black sparks crackled on each pointed fingertip, and Lois raised her head as two naked images came into focus, as though two foot-high women were standing on the demon's palms.

On the left, Lois saw in horror an exaggerated version of her current self...the ass and hips wider, the breasts...the great, sagging tits as big as watermelons, with huge areolas. The lips were in a permanent pout, swollen and beestung. Cocksucking lips. Even the naked mound was swollen and protuberant, the inner lips hanging outside of the labia in fat, dark purple beef flaps. The waist was thin, to render an exaggerated hourglass, but the tits hung so low and covered so much, Lois could only see it as the image rotated slowly so she could admire the fully, jiggly dump truck of an ass.

On the right...Lois paused. The form was almost identical to her true body...but the skin was a deep bubblgum pink. Her eyes were pure violet, with no pupil or iris. Delicate dark horns curled up from the brow, smaller than Blaze's, but obviously in the same mold. On her lips was a very familiar Mona Lisa smile.

Lois found herself staring at that near-mirror image...which rotated carefully, so show the small pink tail that extended down from the base of the spine. Absurdly, Lois was glad to see that the pussy was intact, that all the fingers and toes were the same.

She drew her eyes back toward the exaggerated bimbo fuckpet on the left...her demon self on the right...and Blaze stood over her, the dick throbbing. Like some absurd travesty of Lady Justice, weighing the reporter's fate in her scales.

"You must choose, Lois," the demon said softly, only the barest hint of excitement in her voice.

"No," Lois said, backing away from the table. "I refuse!"

"Your own choices have brought you to this point," the demon said. Lois backed away until her bare ass touched a wall...and then she looked around to see that the door had disappeared. She was trapped in here with Blaze.

The demon took a step forward...and her crimson thighs moved through the table-top as though walking through water. The green felt rippled and faded, vanishing behind her.

"No," Lois raced away, her heavy tits swinging, throwing her off-balance. "Please. You can't...you can't make me choose!"

"No," Blaze said. "But eventually you will get hungry...tired...and I can be very patient, Lois. After all, I waited for you all night."

"Why?" Lois croaked as she dashed into a corner. "Why are you doing this?"

"That is my nature," Blaze said. "I must fulfill any deal. And I cannot do that...until you choose."

The demon took a step forward...and the reporter flinched as she felt the head of that cock press into her abdomen. The two glowing images were held in front of her eyes, so that Lois could see nothing else.

How long they stood there like that, Lois shaking, turning her face away, gripping the wall, the reporter could not say...but the demon's will was almost a palpable thing. It held Lois in place. There was nothing that Lois could think of except the choice before her. She cried out for help, for Superman, but her voice never went beyond the walls...it seemed like the darkness swallowed her words...and with a sickening feeling, the reporter realized she would have to make a decision. There was no other way.

"I...choose..."

She said the words...and the pins and needles ran over her entire body. They seemed to stab deep into the core of her. Lois could have screamed, but she couldn't even whisper.

Dawn came over Metropolis, and a strange figure hurried from shadow to shadow. She was dressed in tight red pants, a white t-shirt drawn over small breasts, and a black leather jacket with the collar turned up. A slim pink tail curled out from underneath...and dark horns curled up from her forehead.

Blaze's last words haunted Lois as she ran home, her night out at an end...

"To me," the demon breathed, her breath on the transformed reporter's lips. "You are perfect."

Lois could still feel that burning kiss when she finally reached the safety of her own apartment.