End: Try To Take Blaze For All She Has

Stung pride bit at Lois Lane's soul like acid. She had played with the devil squarely, and now Blaze wanted to play mind games? The curvaceous reporter pushed her chair back as she stood up. Her pendulous breasts jutted out and hung, the nipples almost pointing at the stick-thin scarlet succubus across from her. The reporter's hands grabbed at her chips.

"I see you," Lois Lane. "And raise. All in!"

With a lurch, Lois pushed her entire stack of chips into the pot. Breasts, buttocks, womb, souls, everything...and even the demon seemed taken aback by the magnitude of this bet. The reporter watched Blaze's face carefully, her body language...but the titless devil sat there as still as a statue.

She had ****, Lois knew. Blaze had to match the bet. To fold would mean Lois would win the pot as it was...and that in itself was the same as declaring Lois the winner. That, the reporter was sure, Blaze's pride would not allow...and perhaps it was hubris, but Lois allowed herself a little goad of her own.

"When I'm done here, Blaze, I'm going to leave you with nothing."

The words shocked the Satanic shemale...and then something unexpected happened. The tiniest twitch at the corner of Blaze's mouth. The merest, faintest ghost of a smile, which happened and disappeared so quickly that Lois wondered if she had imagined it. Then Blaze shoved her own chips into the overflowing pile in the middle of the table and said, simply:

"Call. Show your cards."

They turned the cards over together, a nagging doubt at the back of the reporter's brain, a foreboding...

Lois: 2♦ 2♠ 2♣ Q♣ 10♦

Blaze: 10♥ 3♦ J♠ 8♦ 10♠

A moment of relief went through Lois. Three deuces vs. a pair of tens. She had won.

Not without a hint of greed, the reporter's hands dug into the pile of chips...and she looked up, to see Blaze stand there, a wolfish grin on her face, teeth bared, black lightning crackled between the horns...

Thunder boomed. Darkness flashed.

Lois Lane stood stock still, mouth agape as black lightning flowed from where Blaze stood and arced across the table into her. The chips disappeared, one by one in a burst of black sparks, and as the demon's form melted away into nothingness, her laugh rang out, long and loud and deafening as peals of thunder...

...until Lois Lane absorbed the dark power like a sponge. As Blaze shrank away to nothing, the reporter grew, swelled out, until her head touched the ceiling of the room and her shoulders were a clear four feet across, and breasts like watermelons hung down from them.

Until there was nothing left of Blaze at all; only an empty chair, and an empty table.

The laughter continued until the giant woman realized what she was doing and stopped.

For a moment, the violet eyes turned pure white, without pupil or iris...and then the gigantic naked woman shrank down, back to her former height and proportions. Shadows ripped themselves from the corners of the room and clothed her nakedness in a darker version of her club clothes. The reporter turned and stretched, her hands ran down her arms and legs as she admired her body.

"I wonder," the woman said. "If at the end, Lois Lane realized she wasn't just getting my body and powers and attributes...but she was also getting me!"

A Mona Lisa grin twisted Lois Lane's mouth...and she turned and left the room behind. Lois Lane's night out was over...and in the end, Blaze had outplayed her.

Now the world would have to suffer the consequences.