End: All Her Hopes On One Card

Maybe it was overconfidence, or the gambler's high. Lois discarded a single card, and the demon dealt one back. The reporter stared at the card. Put it among her hand.

Lois: A♥ 9♠ Q♠ 10♠ K♠

Stupid, was all that Lois Lane could think of. But she had to bet...and bet big. If she gave any indication that she was going to lose, then Blaze would know she had a weak hand. If she folded, she'd lose...everything.

"You know, Lois," Blaze said, staring over her cards. "We are both...women of the world. We needn't bet everything on a game of chance."

Lois Lane's heart leaped into her throat. She kept her voice steady. "You think we can come to an alternate arrangement?"

"Quid pro quo," Blaze answered. "You do like your new tits, right?"

The reporter looked down at her melons. After spending her entire adult life as barely a handful, it did feel good to be in the same leagues as Power Girl. She had to admit that she did.

"Yesss..." wondering what the demon was getting at.

Blaze set down her cards and steepled her fingers. "So...what if we set aside this game, and made a deal. You keep your breasts, and the four souls. And I get to fuck your tits, however I want."

There must be a trap. Lois thought. But she wasn't holding anything. Ace high. A pair of twos would beat her.

"Just my breasts? And just for tonight?"

The demon nodded. "It will be a bit...unnatural. But I guarantee you will enjoy it." She pursed her lips. "Of course, if you don't care for that, we can play out this hand."

Lois kept her face blank and her voice steady. "Four souls. I don't think I can honestly risk them." She gave a little sigh. "Alright Blaze. We have a deal."

Blaze smiled. She upended the table, throwing it to the side, chips and cards crashing. The erection between her legs looked somehow smaller now, sleeker. The size and width of a normal human cock, maybe six inches long, the swollen head tapered, coming almost to a point.

"You know, I didn't actually think you'd go for that," the shemale succubus sauntered forward. She hefted Lois Lane's right breast in both hands, rubbing the nipple against the tip of her hard cock. Black sparks flew from the demon's fingertips, and Lois Lane's tit felt...weird.

"Wha-what are you doing?" She asked.

"Making a few changes." Blaze murmured. "Shifting fat and milk ducts around to make room, re-routing some plumbling, building muscle...it's always a little more complicated than it looks. But the logistics are worth it."

"Changes? I didn't agree to this!" Lois protested, but found she couldn't move from her chair—as though her bottom were welded to the seat.

"Oh, but you did." Blaze smiled, the black sparks fading. Lois Lane's right breast felt heavy, but it looked much the same...except...she stared hard. The nipple was gone. Inverted. The puffy areola looked swollen, but the nipple itself was just a depression in the breast tissue.

The demon pressed the head of her cock harder into the tit...and Lois Lane experienced the completely novel sensation as the small, tapered head actually slipped into her breast. There was a moment...a feeling of resistance...the demon's hands couldn't quite encircle Lois Lane's entire breast, but they were holding the tit steady as the infernal cock plunged into the boob, pressing harder...harder...

There was a brief, sharp pain. It reminded Lois of her first time. And then the demon's cock was surrounded by tit-flesh. The reporter could only gawk and stare, feeling the length of the swollen cock inside her breast. It felt weird and thrilling and...not as painful as she thought it should.

Blaze shifted her hips experimentally. The reporter watched with mingled awe and horror as the red cock moved in and out of her nipple, sliding easily, wet with juices but not blood. Satisfied, the demon began to thrust more assertively, her testicles hitting Lois' underbook with a wet smack.

It felt...it felt like getting fucked. That was the best way that Lois lane could process what it was happening. the same friction, the same pressure and erotic thrill as taking a cock up her pussy...except it was in her right breast. Blaze was literally fucking her tit, slamming the cock in deep. If Lois Lane's bustline hadn't been so expanded, the tip of her cock would be slamming into her ribs, but there was room...

The demon began to grunt. "S-sorry if I'm such a q-quick shot on this one." She huffed. "But y-you are really tight..."

Something warm entered Lois' nipple-hole as Blaze tensed and cried out. The reporter could only watch and feel it as it happened. Then the demon withdrew her prick, dripping with black slime, and released Lois Lane's tit. It sagged, just a little, still the perfect shape despite the new obscene size.

Hesitantly, curiously, Lois heft her breast, bringing up the nipple closer to her face. From a distance, it looked inverted, but closer up she could see...the nipple wasn't just buried inside the areola. There wasn't a nipple, anymore, that Lois could see. But there was a tunnel...a channel...leading back into the depths of her heavy breast. And it was slick with demonic cum.

"I'll try to take more time with this one," Blaze promised as her hands circled Lois Lane's left breast. "Give you time to enjoy it."

Lois frowned and purposely ignored her. She could feel the tingling in her other breast now, the sense of...movement. Blaze's infernal powers at work, altering her body. She actually felt it this time, the nipple withdrawing inside the flesh of the breast, inverting and...something else, something strange. A tingling all through the tit, like an itch she couldn't scratch.

Again, the reporter cursed her stupidity. But it was too late.

One card. Why would I ever take one card?

Blaze was pressing her still-rock-hard erection against Lois Lane's other breast, and the reporter's fingers had found their way to the freshly-fucked nippled hole. Hesitantly, she circled the rim of the new orifice...it was sensitive, as sensitive as her pussy...

There was a moment of intolerable pain as Blaze's cock slipped in. The demon didn't seem to care. She was content to plunge away, fucking the mammary in front of her for all she was worth. Lois felt sick...but also flushed. Her pussy was dripping, her nipple-holes leaking. It wasn't quite ****, since she had agreed to it, but she hadn't known what she was agreeing to, and that made the violation all the worse.

One of Lois Lane's fingers slipped inside her nipple-hole...and she gasped. It was like fingering herself. On top of the stimulation of her left tit getting fucked, her body was going into overdrive, thighs clamping in **** need for an invisible lover.

Blaze pumped and pumped, her hands squeezing and fondling the length of Lois' tit. The reporter's free hand found its way down between her legs, trying to compare the sensations as she indulged in a three-pronged ****.

It isn't exactly the same, Lois panted, feeling her climax build. There's no clitoris in the breast, but they're warm...and wet...and the nipple-holes are really sensitive...

The reporter was plunging her finger in and out of her right nipple-hole now, finger-fuckering her own tit, feeling the warm sticky jizz getting stirred up. The soft areola was a little stiffer now as Lois got excited, the tissue standing out a little puffier, the hole growing tighter...

"Oh yes," Blaze murmured, balls slapping into Lois underboob. "Fuck yes!"

There was an eruption...a repeat of the warm spray. Demonic cum flooded into the channel and overflowed it, ebony jizz shooting out of the nipple-hole even as it was plugged by Blaze's cock.

Slowly, by degrees, the demon softened. Panting, she withdrew her limp dick. Lois Lane stared at her nipple-hole, which was leaking black cum in an obscene parody of lactation.

"The souls are yours," the demon muttered. "The women will return to their lives. You can find them, talk to them."

Lois Lane shifted on her chair, realizing she could move again. The reporter stared at her massive breasts, the nipple-holes leaking cum.

"And my breasts?" she asked, not sure what else to say.

"You won them, fair and square," Blaze smiled gently. Her outline faded, leaving only the grin floating in air, like the Cheshire cat. "Fare thee well, Lois Lane...until we meet again."

In the dark basement below the club, Lois Lane's tits ached. She began the long process of getting dressed—not easy with her new assets—and trying to figure out how she would get home, and what she would do to take the edge off when she got there. It had been a wild night, full of demons and sex, playing for the highest stakes Lois Lane had ever risked...and she had won.

Lois Lane kept telling herself that, as her leaking nipple-holes made black stains on her white shirt, and she turned away from the remains of their diabolic game.