End: Bimbo Blaze

Heart, thundering, Lois Lane laid her cards on the table...and so did Blaze.

Lois: A♣ 6♣ K♣ 4♣ 9♦

Blaze: 7♣ 3♥ 2♦ 4♥ Q♥

"Not even a pair," Lois wanted to laugh, poker face cracking into a grin. "You tried to bluff me. Not very smart, was it?"

The reporter leaned across the table, raking in the chips...and even as she did, she saw and felt the changes taking place. The mighty demon sitting across from her stared vacantly ahead as her tits shrank...literally receding into her chest, reverting back from the full, ripe tits to mere mosquito bites, nipples pert but almost flat and boyish...and the reporter felt a corresponding surge inside her own body, weight growing on her shoulders as her breasts began to bloat out that little bit more, until they hung from her chest each as big as her head.

...and that wasn't all. New thoughts ran through her mind, new possibilities were suddenly apparent to her. Old lessons on mathematics, statistics and probability came into sharp focus, and Lois stared down at the cards with new respect. She had been playing the game on guts and skull, but all this time she should have been counting cards, calculating odds.

In the chair across from her, Blaze placed a hand on her crimson cock, rubbing it gently. "Supposed to win." The demon's voice sounded hesitant, as though she had to work to put the words together. "Fuck you stupid. Play again!"

Lois let the demon shuffle the cards. Her muscle-memory was good...hands having lost none of their skill..but it was evident that she had to really focus her attention, oblivious to all else as she put the cards together.

Not much of her higher brain functions left, I should judge, the reporter's mind sizzled with the probabilities. Definitely not much of a threat. But I'll bet she still fucks like a beast in heat.

"You don't have many chips left," Lois observed. "What are you going to bet?"

The demon stopped in her shuffling. Lois watched her face, almost able to feel the wheels turning. Carefully, the red fingers pushed forward the final soul chip.

Lois pushed forward four of Blaze's brain chips. "That's half of what you lost. What would you bet for the rest?"

Blaze put her hand to her chest...and stared down, frowning. "Boobies gone." Then she did something Lois didn't expect, and reached into her chest, drawing forth a chip like ruddy gold. It had the demon's own name engraved on it. "My soul. Mine." She stared defiantly at Lois. "Bet!"

The reporter smiled and pushed the other brain chips forward. "Let's cut for high card," she suggested.

The demon nodded, and cut the deck: Q♣

Lois reached over and cut: K♣

Something seemed to flow out of the shemale as Lois scooped up the remaining chips. She sat there almost limp, cock towering, as if trying to comprehend the scope of her own failure. Lois rubbed the demon's soul-coin between her fingers.

"Stand up," she commanded.

The demon did, almost knocking the table over with her erection. Lois Lane stared admiringly at the cock. A few minutes ago, it had been an object of fear and lust, but now...now she had so many better uses for it. Now that the powerful demon Blaze was her bimbo ****...

Briefly, Lois considered whether she had gotten a little more of Blaze than her tits and her brains. Whether something of the demon's personality hadn't tainted her body and mind. Then she felt the wet itch in her pussy, and knew it really didn't matter.

"Come over here," Lois spread her legs and leaned back against the chair, exposing her pussy. "And lick me."

Blaze fell forward, eager to obey as a puppy, long tongue lolling out of her mouth. Lois felt the tension drain out of her as the shemale, on hands and knees, began to tongue-fuck her pussy, scraping her labia with her long soft tongue, an expression of focused concentration on her face. The demon's brain drain had not affected her pussy-eating skills in the least.

Lois held the soul chip tightly in her left hand, right hand tangling itself in the demon's long black hair, scratching at her scalp. Blaze purred at the attention. The reporter's mind was alive to the erotic possibilities of having a live-in sex ****...and there were hours left before dawn to start trying them out. It was the first of what she hoped would be many long, wild nights...and Lois Lane had so many ideas...