End: Bimbo Lois Lane

Lois: A♣ 6♣ K♣ 4♣ 9♦

Blaze: 7♣ 2♥ 2♦ 4♥ Q♥

The reporter felt her heart stop. A cold shiver ran down her spine as Blaze's poker face broke into a wicked grin.

"No," she whispered, feeling the darkness close in on her.

"Oh yes," Blaze answered, the demon raking the pile of chips in her scarlet hands and drawing them to her side of the table.

The changes were swift. Lois almost cried to see her bust begin to regress, like puberty run backward. The reporter pawed at the fat pillows, willing them not to go away, unable to understand why her boobies were shrinking, leaving her with a pair of mosquito bites.

"Titties go away," Lois said out loud...and the words felt thick in her mouth. Her brow creased, unsure why it felt wrong. She blinked as she stared at her flat chest, the little pink nipples hard and erect, but barely an A-cup. The chair felt hard under her ass, too. She looked down at herself and couldn't see any familiar curves—she looked like...like...she couldn't draw any comparison. Her brain refused to make the connection, and Lois' brow creased further.

"No," Blaze murmured. "They're here, Lois dear. They're all here."

Lois looked up...and saw Blaze ballooning. Once, the demon had been a sultry figure. Now, fat, soft tits rode high on her chest, each breast bigger than her head, and topped by a crimson nipple so dark as to be almost black. Puffy, cocksucking lips pushed out in a permanent pout, and her wide hips framed the most perfect bubble-butt that the reporter had ever seen.

"Your cunt, your ass, your mouth are mine," the demon said, savoring her words. She stood, revealing the massive red erection. Lois quivered.

"W-wait!" the reporter stammered. Her mind was working frantically, but it was so hard, she just did the first thing she could think of—grab her few remaining chips and hold them up and yell: "B-bet!"

The demon hesitated. "Are you sure that's...smart?" Blaze's eyes narrowed as she saw the bimbo.

"Bet! B-brain, s-soul, b-babies..." Lois counted through her few chips. For some reason she kept losing count of how many she had.

Blaze seated herself again, though Lois could still see the tip of her erection, hovering just above the edge of the table.

"Well, why not? I might as well take you for everything."

Nonchalantly, the demon pushed a pile of chips to the middle. Lois could see the pink discs that represented her lost smarts, the quivering red mounds of Blaze's tits.

Scarlet hands picked up the cards, beginning a complicated shuffle that the reporter had trouble following.

"We'll cut for high card," the demon said. "I don't think you can manage anything more complicated, you brainless slut."

Lois nodded, not even registering the insult. Desperation ran through her...she had to win this, right? The demon couldn't win twice in a row. That was...math...Lois lost track of her thought, and then Blaze was holding a deck of cards before her and said: "Cut."

Trembling, the much-diminished reporter reached out and cut the deck. She turned it up: A single black keyhole, framing a puckered asshole. The Ace of Spades.

Blaze cut the deck again and showed it to Lois: the Three of Spades.

"Aces low," the demon murmured. "I win."

Something felt wrong to Lois. She wanted to argue, to say something but...Blaze was right. One was less than three. Even Lois knew that. And with a crushing finality, the reporter watched the last chips be taken away.

"Now...ass, pussy, mouth, womb, mind, and soul." The demon stood up and drew herself to her full height. "All are mine...all of you..."

Lois trembled, stood...and then watched Blaze's cock. It was bulging unnaturally, something moving within it. The urethra was gaping open and closed, wide enough that Lois thought she could fit her thumb inside of it.

"Come here, slut," the demon ordered, and Lois felt herself moving, body obeying before her mind had reason to protest. "Lay down on the table."

She did. Cool green felt pressed against her back, cunt and ass exposed as Blaze, who now seemed to be taller, helder her legs on either side wide open. The demon couldn't even see Lois beneath the mounds of her massive cleavage...but Lois could see what was happening to Blaze's dick, and all she could do was say the first thing that came into her head:

"Cock?" The bimbo mumbled. "I...like cock."

"I know, Lois," Blaze laughed. "I've always known."

Three cocks were slithering out of the grossly distended head of Blaze's penis. They were scarlet-headed things, no thicker than a normal cock, their shafts wavy purple coils like the arms of an octopus, smooth except for the scarlet veins...and they waved lazily through the air, slithering towards Lois, as though they could smell the wetness of her cunt...

Lois could only lie there and cry as they grew nearer and nearer...until she could feel the warm, rubbery heads rub against the folds of her pussy and press against the soft pucker of her ass, weeping a soft lubricating fluid...and the third snaked its way across her flat chest to press itself against her lips in an obscene kiss. The trickle of precum was salty and familiar. Without thinking, Lois opened her mouth to tell Blaze that...and the cock slipped into her mouth, warm and slippery, a meaty tube that pressed deeper, back toward her throat.

With a great sigh from Blaze, the other tentacles took advantage of that moment to slip into their respective homes. Lois thrashed a little at the suddenness of the violation, the lubricant they were leaking easing their entry, warm cocks pushing into ass and pussy at the same time. Yet at the same time...it felt so right. It felt good to be filled, to be fucked, her pussy and ass were so warm, the cock in her mouth like a pacifier.

They settled into a rhythm, those pounding tentacles stretching Lois' holes, and the bimbo doing what she could to fuck them back, squeezing with her cunt and ass on pure instinct. Dimly, she became aware of her own moaning, as she drooled around the cock that had slipped down her throat. It was like all three cocks were trying to plunge as deep as they could within her, the demon's hands running over and squeezing her own mammoth, supple tips, gasping as he heavy balls quivered.

"I'm cumming!" Blaze groaned, and Lois wondered what that meant when she felt something hot and wet pour inside her, sliding down her throat in a sticky torrent to pool in her stomach, her pussy and ass suddenly feeling wet and slippery.

Time lost all meaning. Dimly, Lois was aware of others in the darkness...women like her, their feminine forms flat and stick-like, writhing on demonic cocks. Once, the Daily Planet's star reporter might have recognized their faces, or appreciated the irony that she too had bet and lost it all in one wild night...but then Lois felt a second cock press against her already over-stuffed ass, and she forgot all about yesterdays and tomorrows...and like a good bimbo she tried to relax as the new intruder wiggled and pressed, slipping inside her waiting hole.