Lois Bets Her Pussy Too

Lois Lane considered the pot. With the chips already in there, win or lose her ridiculous breasts would get even bigger. But if she won...she'd free at least one soul. Maybe more...

The reporter looked down at the chips present and picked out the one representing her pussy. Blaze smiled and grabbed another golden soul chip. Lois tossed her chip inside...and Blaze placed hers next to it.

"Isn't this exciting?" The demon smiled languidly.

"I suppose win or lose, you aren't really at a deficit yet," the reporter shot back. "Or maybe if I bet enough, and you lose enough, you'll put up your own soul?"

"Perhaps," the demon's pure white eyes burned into the reporter's own. "Or perhaps I don't mind losing, if it means seeing those gorgeous breasts get even bigger..."

The reporter kept her face neutral. Her breasts were already bigger than her head...and they were about to grow bigger. She needed to stay focused. Tits weren't important. Only the women's souls were important. If she could free them, it wouldn't matter if she couldn't stand.

"Show your cards!" The reporter said.

Lois: 2♣ 2♦ A♣ 2♥ A♠

Blaze: Q♥ Q♣ J♥ 10♣ K♣

The reporter stared at Blaze's hand...which was a load of crap. Still, Lois had kept her own soul...and that of two of the women.

"Looks like you win," the demon said...and several of the chips began to dissolve in black sparkles...and Lois felt a familiar tingling in her breasts...

Lois Lane gripped the edge of the table as it suddenly became heavier to breathe. The pins-and-needles sensation spread, so intense near her nipples that it approached the point of pain...and though she couldn't actually see the changes taking place, as her head-sized breasts were hanging beneath the table, she could feel them. Her shoulders ached as the weight pulling at them increased, and the swelling tits pushed against the edge of the table, crept down along her ribs, and pushed against her upper arms...it was like her tits were expanding in every generation at once.

Back aching, the reporter reached forward to draw the remaining chips in the pot over to her side. Two golden soul chips, and her own soul...that meant there were two souls left to win.

Lois had left the pussy chip in the pot.

"Is that your ante?" Blaze asked.

"It is."

"Very well," Blaze slid another chip into the middle...and the reporter focused, really focused, trying to make it a soul chip...and not another chip to make her already enormous breasts bigger...