Draw Three

Lois **** herself to breathe calmly, feeling her breasts rise and fall, constrained by her too-small bra...eyes on the cards in front of her, and not on the pile of chips that represented those perfect tits...her perfect tits.

"Open for one," she found a single chip in her hand, and tossed it into the pot. The image flashed, and Lois saw a tongue on there. The demon followed, matching the bet...the reporter's eyes widened when she saw that another pair of breast was emblazoned on them.

I didn't even tried to shift the stakes by visualizing like before. Realization struck Lois. I must want those breasts more than I thought.

It was hard, Lois knew. To be a woman, a normal, human woman, in a world with the likes of Wonder Woman and Power Girl. How could anyone compete with those veritable amazon without major breast augmentations? Lois had never cared for fake tits either. Oh, if they were skillfully and tastefully done you could hardly tell, but the really impressive examples had always seemed gross distortions of the female form...not like the breast she imagined.

The breasts she would win.

With a professional flourish, Blaze dealt out the cards, three to each of them. Lois took them up from the felt, extra-careful not to reveal them to her opponent:

Lois: K♣ Q♣ K♠ Q♠ 4♥

The reporter suppressed a smile. Playing it safe had paid off: she had two pair, both face cards...and felt a little urge of confidence.

"Bet two," Lois tossed a couple chips onto the table, not even bothering to see what they were. Those breasts are almost mine!

The demon looked over her cards steadily for a moment, then stared into Lois' eyes, the scarlet features carefully blank.

"I'll see your two," she picked up two chips from the felt. "And I raise you two."

Four chips spilled into the center. Lois saw breasts on all of them. That made seven. Something inside of shuddered. A sudden wild, reckless surge hit her. This is my chance!

She kept her voice steady as she placed her hand on the felt, and felt the chips there. Not even looking to see what she was betting, she pushed them into the pot. "I see you, and raise two."

The reporter's heart was thumping. At worst, Blaze would fold and Lois would win by default. If she matched Lois' stake, then there would be nine chips with breasts in the pot. The demon seemed to hesitate, then nodded and pushed two more chips forward. Both stamped with the image of Lois' desire.

"Call. Let's see your cards."

Not without a hint of smugness, Lois revealed her hand. "Two pair. Kings and Queens."

Blaze didn't smile. Didn't even blink, as she revealed her own hand. "Beats my pair of threes." The demon gave the reporter the faintest of nods. "You win."

Lois barely acknowledged the words, reaching out to the center of the board, her new breasts scraping the felt, and sweeping the entire pot into her cleavage. It was only then, looking across the felt at Blaze's cards, that Lois wondered why anyone would double down on a pair of threes...