Five of Diamonds

The cards flipped over. Two fives stared up opposite each other.

Blaze: (?) 5♣ 3♦ 7♦ 5♠

Lois: (K♠) J♠ Q♠ 5♥ 5♦

The reporter could have laughed—except her head was already doing the math. They both had a pair of fives showing, neither could have a flush or a straight. It was all down to what their face-down cards were—and all that Lois had was king high. If Blaze had two pair...or an ace...she'd win.

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of Lois' stomach as she surveyed the chips already in the pot. At this point, she could either bluff it out or try to minimize the damage.

"Check," she said, voice calm and assured.

The demon stared back at her, Blaze's white-on-white eyes unfathomable, her face perfectly calm and composed...but something red was bobbing into view, just at the level of the tabletop, the swollen crown of her cock hovering just at the edge of visibility.

"Check," the shemale echoed. "Show your cards."

Stomach nervous, they turned them over.

Blaze: 3♠ 5♣ 3♦ 7♦ 5♠

Lois: K♠ J♠ Q♠ 5♥ 5♦

The human woman took a breath, and as she let it out, she almost felt herself deflate. She had lost this hand. The demon didn't smirk as she reached both hands to the center of the table, raking the chips in. Lois' mouth went dry, knowing what was coming, but powerless to stop it.

Blaze picked up the handful of chips that had been her bet. "I think I'll cash these in now." She tipped her hand, letting one chip at a time hit the felt...where they exploded in a shower of black sparks.

The first chip, twirling through the air, had the image of Lois' clothes. When it exploded, a sudden coolness ran over the reporter's skin, raising goosebumps. She could feel the material of the chair on her bare legs, and had time to stare down at herself, sitting there now in just her bra and panties.

The second chip dropped as Lois was staring down at her cleavage. Her lady holsters exploded in a shower of black sparks before her eyes, evaporated by the demon's magic; the sudden withdrawal of support set the breasts to sag and shift apart a little as gravity asserted itself.

Staring down past her boobs, Lois felt a little tingle like static electricity as her panties evaporated too, the carefully trimmed path of dark pubic hair clearly visible now. The reporter felt her breath quicken, thinking of what else had been on the table...

Something like an electric current shot through Lois Lane's spine. A terrible pressure was building in her chest, a growing dull ache around the edges of her breasts. She began to pant, finding it suddenly harder to breathe, sucking in bigger and bigger lungfuls of air and watching...yes, watching her breasts slowly swell, like a timelapse video of a second puberty, weight dragging them down a fraction lower, spreading wider.

By the time it stopped and Lois could breathe again, her breasts looked—fuller. As big as they did during the worst part of her period, when she had to wear a bigger bra. She almost looked like she was nursing.

Only moments after Lois caught her breath, the next chip dropped. Pain lanced through Lois' nipples, sudden and sharp, making her hiss...and then was gone, replaced with a cold numbness. She stared down at her pink nips, and saw the little gold rings now hanging underneath each one, the seamless gold band running straight through the flesh, no obvious hinge or joint to remove them. They were small, but heavy, dragging her nipples down slightly, and the constant stimulation was already causing the little nubs to grow erect.

"That's much better," Blaze's voice affirmed her appreciation for Lois' new assets. "Just one more.."

No no no no, Lois thought, knowing what was coming and dreading it.

The last chip dropped. A burning pain stabbed into Lois' back. She had never had a tattoo, but she had been stung by bees and wasps, and it felt like that...a thousand bee-stings, all at once, tracing out some swirled pattern on her lower back, just above her ass-cleavage. The whole process lasted only a few seconds before the numbness set in, as it had with the nipple piercings.

Fearing what she'd find, Lois nevertheless twisted herself in her chair, craning her neck a to try and get a glimpse of what it was...and saw sharp, angular lines against the pale white skin, standing out stark and sharp as a fresh tattoo. The design vaguely resembled the outline of a vulva, the clearly defined image of a pussy dipping right down to the crack of Lois' ass, flanked by obscene "wings" that showcased the outlines of naked women entwined together like souls in torment, spreading out to follow the curve of her hips. The style was art deco, almost refined except for the subject matter.

A tramp stamp, the reporter thought bitterly. Worse, an artistic and skillful one, not something cheap and cute like a butterfly she could pass off as a youthful folly. Lois knew she'd need to make some serious wardrobe changes. Anyone who sees that will think I'm a complete slut.

"Any demon who sees that will know you've been marked by me," Blaze echoed Lois' thought. "Now...shall we play another hand?"