Lois Keeps Losing

Lois: 9♣

Blaze: A♦

Black sparks ran up the demon's horns. Lois barely stifled the moan as her breasts pushed forward, like water balloons slowly filling. On a bigger woman, her tits might have looked natural. They didn't have that firmness and near-spherical shape she associated with implants. The two great half-tear-drops sagged under their own weight, the pink nipples standing out erect, the areola still flat and pink...but they felt half the size of the reporter's head now, even though she knew that was impossible.

"Band size," the demon said. "Is measured under the breast. It gives an indication of how big your chest is. Cup size is a measure of how far your breasts jut out beyond that. So if your bra size was, say, 32B...about where you started out this evening...then your nipples would stand out about two inches past your chest. D cups, four inches. H cups....eight inches. By the tape, of course, not literally eight inches in front of you. You wouldn't be able to see your feet."

Red fingers grabbed the deck and shuffled the cards.

"Now, you've added several band and cup sizes since you began tonight...I'd put you in a 36H cup. Perhaps. And you might ask how much bigger you can get."

The demon set the deck down. Her eyes met Lois Lane's.

"And all I shall say is: I will keep giving you bigger tits, every time I win. Until we stop playing. Because to me, you are beautiful."

The reporter said nothing as she cut the deck.

Lois: 3♠

Blaze: 10♠

A deep groan escaped the reporter's lips as the pins and needles sensation struck again. Her legs shook, hot wet juice dripping out of her, panic setting in. Without waiting to shuffle, she cut again...

Lois: 4♦

Blaze: 6♣

...and again...

Lois: 2♦

Blaze: Q♥

...and again, though there were only two cards left in the deck:

Lois: 9♠

Blaze: A♣

A scarlet hand grabbed the reporter's wrist as Lois shook, her tits surging lower and lower. She remembered how big Dolly Parton had been, back in the day, and a part of her knew she was bigger than that. Her shoulders genuinely ached now, a deep, lingering uncomfortable feeling in the middle of her back...this was a nightmare...

"Perhaps," Blaze said, her voice not unkind. "You'd like to change the stakes? One more game, and if you win, you get to change your body however you want. You can look exactly as you did when you came in here, or set your breasts as big as you'd like."

Lois took a deep, shuddering breath. Her tits were so big now she could see the skin strain to hold the great torpedoes that stood out from her chest. She looked up into Blaze's eyes.

"And if you win?"

"Then I get to decide how you look when you leave here." Blaze said. No smiles now, dead serious.

The reporter drew her face in a line. "And if we draw?"

"I'll give you two options...and you pick one."

Lois hesitated. As much as she felt like a freak with breasts so big that they could be seen from behind, she didn't like even a fifty percent chance of letting Blaze choose what she looked like.

"Alright," Lois said. Her hands grabbed at the cards and piled them together. "But I'm shuffling."

"Of course, Lois," Blaze said. "Of course."