Bigger Than Her Head

For a moment, Lois tasted ozone. An itch spread across the skin of her breasts, like the pins-and-needles of a slow electric shock. She stared down at her already large breasts...and saw them grow.

The reporter felt the creep of her underboobs along the felt as they plumped out, her "winnings" vanishing in black sparks as the tit-flesh seemed to flow out. Lois gawped at them, unable to stem the tide as her breasts pushed forward and outward, bigger than grapefruits...melons...they grew until her nipples brushed against her wrists, and then they began to wobble higher, the blue veins shot through the pale skin like fine marble.

Carefully, feeling the weight on her back and shoulders, Lois lifted her new tits and leaned against the back of the chair.

They sagged down to her lowest ribs, flattening out to the side, brushing against the reporter's arms...but there was still so much boob that her nipples stood out at least eight inches in front of her. She couldn't even guess the cup size, much less the band size. They were bigger than her head...freakishly large. Even though they lacked the solidity of breast implants, Lois knew there was no way that she could pretend they were natural.

If I show up with these tits I'll be the laughing stock of the Daily Planet, Lois shook her head. But what do I do? Play to lose? There's too much at stake...

Blaze shuffled the cards. "Now that you have a taste...why don't we play for real stakes?"

The demon tossed a single gold chip into the pot. It shone brightly in the center of the table, catching the light. Lois made out the name on it, and knew it represented one of the women's souls.

Lois wasn't sure what she had that would equal that...and then felt a chip under her hand. She picked it up to look at it. It was pink, and read: BREASTS X 10.

"I take it to mean that this is equal to ten of the former chips?" Lois asked.

"Correct." Blaze nodded.

The reporter placed it beside the soul chip. "Deal."

Her heart fluttered as she scooted her chair closer to the table, letting the majority of her breasts sit against her chest...they were too big to lay on the table itself. She wouldn't be able to get at the cards. In a way, Lois was glad of the stakes...if she lost, her breasts would go back to normal, or something closer to that; if she won, she'd get one of the women's souls back. Either was a positive outcome as far as she was concerned.

The cards were dealt, and Lois picked up her hand.

6♦ 2♣ 2♦ A♣ J♥

Not a bad hand. Pair of deuces, ace high. Lois played it cool as she debated how to bet on this one...her hand came down on a pair of chips, and she looked at them.

Pink nipples stared back at her, dripping milk.

Lois looked a question at Blaze.

"Lactation. Just a little bit. I'd like to see what that does to your bust."

The reporter's mouth made a hard line as she tossed the chips in. The last thing she needed was for her tits to get bigger, but if that's what it took to win one of the women's souls back...

Blaze brought up her own pair of chips to match the reporter's bet...and with a sense of shock and dismay, Lois saw a pair of breasts on each of them.

That's not...I don't... The reporter kept her face neutral, but there was turmoil inside of her. Blaze's chips were supposed to represent things she desired...but her tits were too big as it was! The last thing she needed or wanted was to make her funbags even bigger.

At least, that's what I've been telling myself, she thought as she discarded the six and the Jack. Deep down, do I really want such ridiculously huge tits?

Blaze, she noticed, took three cards. The reporter accepted her new cards and stared at her hand.

2♣ 2♦ A♣ 2♥ A♠

Full house. A good hand. Lois knew she had a solid chance of winning. The only question is, do I want to? The more I bet, the more I stand to "win" in the chest department. Still...I can't pass up this opportunity. I need to **** Blaze to put up another soul. Go big or go home.

Lois felt a chip under her palm as she focused on what Blaze desired and the magnitude of her bet...and slid the platinum-colored chip representing her own soul into the pot.

The demon's poker mask broke, just a fraction. Her left eyebrow rose.

"A rich bet. You shouldn't bluff with your own soul."

"Who's bluffing?" Lois asked. "Are you going to call?"

Blaze studied her cards for a moment.

"Yes." She said at last, sliding a golden chip into the center of the table...and then another, familiar pink chip that said BREASTS X 10. "And raise."

Lois felt herself deflate a little. With the chips in the pot right now, if she won she'd get two souls, keep her own...and her breasts would more than double. But what did she have to bet that was worth another BREASTS X 10 chip?

The answer came under her palm. She picked it up and stared at it...and saw her own pussy, wet and pink, staring up at her.

Of course. Blaze always did have a one-track mind.

Lois considered...bet and probably win, watching her freakish tits grow even more, or fold and let Blaze fuck her, and her tits would still grow...just not as much.