Lois Wins The Cut

The reporter cut the deck: 8♥

The scarlet succubus revealed her own cut: 5♣

Blaze allowed herself a gracious smile as she slid a platinum-metal chip across the table. Lois gathered the cards and began to shuffle. They didn't need words now, no jibes or taunts. Each of them knew the stakes, the game. The reporter considered her expanded bust. She had started out as a 34B, and added four inches...move up a cup size, that was 34C, wasn't it?

How much bigger might I get, before we're done? Lois wondered to herself. Blaze, those pure white eyes utterly unreadable, gave no hint as to her thoughts on the matter.

The reporter set the shuffled deck of cards on the table. Slim red fingers grasped the deck, lifted roughly a third of it up. Lois took half the remainder. Their wrists flipped to show what they had:

Lois: 9♣

Blaze: 9♠

Another draw.

"Tits or hips?" The demon asked.

"Tits," Lois said, as calmly as she could. As the tingle began in her breasts, it worried her at how inured she was getting to these changes. The weight on her shoulders increased, the expanded bust spreading out slowly but visibly. Lois took a deep breath and stared down at her bust as they sagged a little heavier, the teardrop shape becoming more pronounced, the hard nipples jutting out further. Until Lois thought she could almost rest them on top of the green felt table.

34C, plus four inches...34D. Up two cup sizes from when she had walked in. The devil was shuffling the cards again, her eyes on the reporter's engorged breasts. Lois felt a flash of self-consciousness, but resisted the urge to cover up. The transformation on a draw was the house advantage; and Lois knew any more "enhancement" up top would cease to look nature unless she claimed a sudden case of macromastia...

One soul won. Three to go.

There was no skill in a game like this. Just luck, and the will to continue. Lois would have to lose seven times to be out of the game; she only had to win three times.

Lois Lane knew she couldn't stop now.

The deck was back on the table. The reporter reached over, the bottom of her breasts squishing against the tabletop, eliciting a little gasp from her lips. They weren't sore...just the opposite. It had felt like a lover's caress, coming up from behind her to squeeze her tits. The reporter did her best to pretend that it hadn't happened, but she could feel Blaze's gaze on her, staring down her cleavage, drinking in the sight of the enhanced reporter.

Lois cut the cards.