The King of Diamonds

The reporter cut the remaining cards. Flipped them over. An obscene crowned goat stared back at them, its pelt red, holding a stylized gem in its hand. Lois could not hold back a ferocious grin as she looked from the card back to Blaze.

The succubus looked to be in a state of shock, mouth slack, eyes fixed on the card. King of Diamonds beat Jack of Clubs. The demon stared back up at the reporter, Blaze's pure white eyes spread wide, staring into Lois' own. Scarlet lips parted, tried to speak.

"Wait, we can..." The demon started.

"I'll take my winnings now," Lois grin was nothing less than demonic.

Time slowed. Lois and Blaze were locked into a staring contest, the world almost frozen around them. Except...the strange, powerful suction that the reporter could feel on her lower half. As she watched, the reporter could see Blaze's crotch blur, and begin to move...not as flesh and bone moves, but like paint or oil, outlines shifting and distorted as her cock stretched awkwardly, liquidly, toward Lois...and the human woman could see a pale pink streamer extend and touch Blaze's abdomen.

It was painless, but almost surreal. Flesh moving in a strange, terrible exchange, muscle, fat, skin, and nerves disassembling and re-assembling themselves along new lines. They were witnesses more than participants, and for the first time Lois got an inkling of the cosmic laws at work here—the powers that bound both parties in these demon's gambles. It wasn't Blaze that held all the cards in these contests...and Lois thought she could see, in the depths of those white eyes, the first glimmers of fear and loss.

From liquid streamers, the flesh rebuilt itself. Blaze sat there, something unreadable in her eyes, her towering cock gone—and in its place a bald, fat pussy, puffy labia sitting between those muscular thighs like a flower that had never been plucked. As for Lois...she was aware of the weight, first. The unaccustomed presence between her legs, the coolness on the new bit of skin...and as time resumed its normal flow, the reporter shivered and stared down at her cock.

It was not an exact duplicate of Blaze's prick. Pale and pink, with blue veins beneath the surface, it grew out of Lois' crotch as though it had always been there. The flaccid length of it hung over a pair of swollen, hairless balls that felt like Lois was trying to smuggle hen's eggs in her labia.

Curious, she lifted the small, warm tube of flesh up and away via the foreskin...and then cradled and lifted her testicles. It was a cock and balls. Her cock and balls. She marveled at the feel of them...and at being able to feel her fingers with them. Slowly, she traced her new anatomy, fingers feeling down the sensitive, soft flesh there until they encountered a warm, wet, familiar slit...

"I'm an hermaphrodite," Lois whispered.

"For the moment," Blaze growled. The scarlet succubus—now fully female—was aggressively shuffling the cards. "When this game is finished, that cock and this baby will both be back where they belong!"

Lois' let her genitals drop. She had, for a moment, forgotten that Blaze was now carrying their child. Sauntering over to her chair, the reporter sat down and surveyed the state of the board. Blaze still had three souls. Lois still had three eggs...and a dick. So many possibilities...

The reporter struggled and failed to resume her poker mask. The grin just wouldn't go away.

"Yeah," Lois told her. "Let's play."