End: Lois Wins Back The Souls

So they played. Hand after hand, long into the night. The reporter felt that gambler's high that came with high stakes. Betting big. Sometimes winning big. Sometimes losing. Chips slid back and forth across the table. Yet Lois Lane won more than she lost.

A lot more.

Enough so that every now and then, she could afford a little boost. Just to make her tits a little bigger. To feel her soft breasts swell, heavy and sensitive, the felt warm beneath her chest. Pushing a tide of chips ahead of them as they crawled forward. Lois could feel Blaze's eyes on her, as the stiff nipples, thicker and bigger than ever, pushed forward.

The bigger Lois Lane got, the worse the demon played.

By the end of the night, Lois Lane's tits filled half the table. Most of the rest was covered by her chips.

"Enough to cover their souls," Lois said as she struggled to stand.

She blinked and looked down. The Daily Planet's best reporter was standing straight up, but her tits still rested on the table. Each one looked like the gravid belly of a pregnant woman, full-term.

"Yes," Blaze said. The demon snapped her fingers. The reporter's chips disappeared in a shower of black sparks. Then the table disappeared. Lois Lane staggered forward, suddenly top and front-heavy. Pain ate at her shoulders, back, and neck. The demon smiled, amused.

"You know, I never get tired of it," Blaze said as she sat back and admired Lois Lane's body. Those pure white eyes devoured the ridiculous tits that hung off her chest, the way Lois could barely stand. "The way you mortals let your appetites run away with you. Look at you. You could have stopped at any time. But you just had to be...bigger."

The demon's dick jumped. A little greyish spurt burst out of the tip. The poker mask had slipped. Blaze's lips spread wide, to show white teeth. The first honest smile that Blaze had shown Lois Lane since she got here.

"Now...perhaps with their souls back, those women will return to their old lives. Perhaps not," Blaze said. Her eyes glowed from within, and Lois felt a shiver down her aching spine. "But you. What will you do Lois? Naked. With those ridiculous udders. Will you walk the streets of Metropolis home? Will you go into work on Monday morning, with clothes that don't fit? What will you tell them?"

The reporter stood there, tongue-tied.

"Or..." Blaze spread her crimson thighs wide, so that her heavy sack hung over the edge, and her prick stood tall and straight. "...will you suck my cock and beg me to shrink your tits down to a reasonable size?"

Lois Lane bit her lip. She held her head up high. Stared the devil in the eye.

Then the reporter grinned.

"Maybe you don't know quite as much about us as you think," Lois thought, as she turned, her new assets jiggling. She left Blaze behind her as she walked into the dawning day. There were real challenges ahead. Lois smiled as she greeted the new day, and left Blaze behind, with the rest of her night out.