End: Go Big...and Then Go Bigger

The reporter discarded two cards, drew...and let out an inner sigh of relief as she glanced at her cards.

A flush. That would be five points, five cup sizes... Lois Lane looked down at her breasts. They were already at an M-cup. On her thin, toned body, they looked impossibly large. Even if she won this hand, she would have to win at least three more hands in a row to win back all four women's souls.

Blaze had taken three cards. Lois studied her opponent's face. It was as implacable as a scarlet doll's mask. No hint of emotion, no tells...yet...the pure white eyes seemed, if it wasn't the reporter's imagination, to hover so slightly on how Lois Lane's tits rested on the green felt. The reporter thought back to all the choices made during this game. All of which led her to a single, inescapable conclusion:

The demon didn't want her soul. She wanted to see Lois with some massive fucking titties.

She has a kink, Lois realized. I can use that.

"No raising, no doubling," Lois said. "How about side bets?"

Blaze lifted her eyes a fraction, to stare at Lois.

"What did you have in mind?" The scarlet succubus said.

"If I win this hand...I can buy back the other souls by doubling my points," Lois said. "For each soul."

The demon froze in place...but the drop of pre-cum on the tip of her cock oozed outward, onto the table, forming a damp spot.

"If you lose...you get double the points for each soul anyway," Blaze countered.

Go big or go home, Lois thought, a true gambler by nature.

"Deal. Show your cards!"

Lois: 8♠ 10♠ 3♠ Q♠ J♠

Blaze: Q♥ 7♥ 10♥ 2♥ 2♦

"Looks like you win," Blaze said. "And that's five points for your flush...with which you win Jenny Dunlap's soul. Ten points for Mara de la Cruz. Twenty points for Diana Reynolds. Forty points for Tonya Wong...for a total of 75 points."

The demon stood up. Her scarlet rod quivered and dripped. Her eyes burned.

"Seventy-five cup sizes."

Lois was aware of a rumbling inside of her breasts. A growing point of heat within each head-sized tit seemed to swell in intensity with every breath, until Lois Lane felt like her heart was trapped between two ovens. The reporter leaned forward in her chair and grabbed the edge of the table for support as she rose to her feet...

But her tits remained on the table.

Cards and chips seemed to melt away, leaving just the green felt...and then, as she expected it to happen, the reporter's breasts began to grow. They flowed out, like magma oozing up from a crack in the earth, or bread dough rising. A soft cascade of tit-flesh, pale and pink, the nipples advanced across the table toward Blaze. Lois couldn't even guess what cup size even meant with such massive mammaries. They were in unknown, unnumbered territory, her band size moving past a hundred inches.

As the outer edges threatened to overflow the table, Blaze leaned forward and placed her thin red arms along the edges to corral them. The demon's eyes blazed brighter than her name as she stared down the growing valley of Lois Lane's cleavage...and despite herself, looking down at the impossible breasts that were thicker than her torso and would hang down so low they would probably bang against her thighs, Lois couldn't help but admire them.

They had to be the biggest tits in the world...and they were all hers.

Blaze's chin was on the table. The tit-valanche swelled forward until they slowly engulfed her face, and all Lois could see poking out above her breasts were the demon's dark horns. When, finally, her nipples reached Blaze's shoulders...about three and a half feet from the reporter's own shoulders...it stopped.

Then the table disappeared.

Without the support, Lois Lane, off-balance, careened forward, gravity threatening to smash her face-first into breasts that were bigger than medicine balls. Except Blaze caught her. The demon rose, her cock now a two-foot long veiny spike of crimson cock...and as the reporter staggered backwards into her chair, the scarlet succubus stood in front of her and squeezed those huge, soft tits around her mighty rod.

Black lightning crackled about the demon's horns. Blaze had dropped her mask, and a broad grin split her face, showing rows of white teeth. Shadows stretched out and washed over Lois. For a moment, she could see nothing...and when she opened her eyes again she found herself oddly clothed.

A tight black dress covered her body, hugging every curve. Her feet were squeezed into tall black heels, her lithe arms encased in black gloves that rose past the elbow but left her shoulders bare...but her breasts...

The massive mammaries were encased in a kind of industrial harness, thick padded straps passing under and over the reporter's shoulders, and tied behind her back, attached to a kind of corset and truss. It was heavy, but oddly well-balanced...Lois thought she could actually move in it, if she didn't mind her tits jutting out three feet in front of her, the nipples carefully concealed so it was technically decent...but it left a five-inch hole right between her tits. Into which Blaze slid her immense prick like she was plowing a pussy. Though she could not see it, the boob-harness was marked with Ω - appropriate for an Omega-level bra.

There were handles on the harness, and as Lois sat on the chair, she watched as Blaze slid her cock back and forth, breathing heavy, the lubricated prick sliding between the immense tits. Lois could smell the masculine musk of the demon, feel the warm friction as Blaze humped the impossible cleavage.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Lois murmured...but her cheeks burned, turned on by the bizarre sight of her mega-mammaries. Blaze ignored her entirely, enraptured by the feel of those fat tits about her prick...and Lois couldn't but feel a sense of satisfaction as Blaze bottomed out, her testes pressing against the reporter's breasts, the massive cock still dwarfed by the huge juggs...and a warm wet spray burst deep inside the reporter's cleavage.

Looking down, Lois saw a thick, viscous black goo, like oil pool against her chest...and Blaze shuddered and struggled to regain control.

"The pearl necklace," Blaze said finally. "Is free. Thanks for playing."

Lois snorted...and reached out to squeeze her titties, letting out a little moan. It would be almost impossible to adjust to life with these impossible tits...but Lois knew she would never be able to part with her "winnings" from this night out.