Lois Antes Up

Under her fingers appeared a chip. Lois Lane stared at it.

On the chip was her face, locked with a scarlet face, tongues obviously twisted together. The reporter hoped she didn't blush as she pushed the French kiss forward.

Well, why not? Lois thought. There are worse things to lose.

The reporter tossed it into the pot. Blaze slid her own chip forward—a slightly larger, heavier pair of breasts. Lois looked down at her already-expanded cleavage and grinned. She had to be pushing a 34D...but there was no reason not to go for a 34DD or E cup, was there?

The scarlet succubus, her poker face back in place, shuffled the cards and dealt.

5♦ A♥ Q♣ 4♦ 10♥

Lois kept her feature neutral. Nothing much, not even a pair. The smart move—well, the smartest move would be to fold, kiss Blaze, and let her deal again. If the reporter bet on this hand, she'd be digging herself deeper...but if she checked, that would tip Blaze off that she didn't have a good hand. If Lois bluffed...

No, the reporter decided. Play it safe.

"Check," the reporter said.

The devil gazed into her eyes as though trying to read her face.

"Bet," Blaze said. She pushed another chip forward...and Lois saw another pair of breasts on them. A part of her almost smiled. She really did want those tits. But she wasn't going to win them by playing stupidly and bluffing on a bad hand.

"Fold," Lois said. Her decorum lapsed for a moment as she licked her lips. "Do I have to do it now, or..."

"We'll cash things in at the end of the game," Blaze said as she gathered up the cards. "Whenever you choose to...cash things in."

The demon set the French kiss chip aside. Shuffled and dealt the cards.

Another chip beneath the reporter's fingers. She started down at a pair of lips, her lips, sucking on a crimson testicle. The reporter slid it into the center of the table. Blaze pushed forward the breasts again—God, am I that transparent? Lois wondered to herself—and dealt the cards again.

3♠ 4♦ 8♠ Q♥ 6♠

Another not-great hand. Not even the makings of a straight. Lois felt an edge of agitation.

"Fold."

The demon set the teabagging chip aside, gathered the cards again. It was irritating, to do this—losing by inches. Yet it was a way to minimize losses and maximize profit. The reporter wasn't playing for souls anymore. This was no more than a grown-up version of some of the games she had played at university. If the ante ever got to be more than Lois cared to do...well, she'd simply stand up from the table.

There was another chip under her fingers. Lois stared down at her lips, pressed against a scarlet cock. Well, the reporter wasn't terribly surprised. She set the chip forward, and steeled herself for what she would have to do if she lost.

4♥ 9♦ 9♣ 9♥ Q♠

The reporter's heart leaped. The now-familiar sensation of a chip beneath her fingers...Lois looked down, and saw it actually growing out of the felt, the image taking shape...a pink tongue delving into the small dark divot of an asshole between a scarlet pair of cheeks.

"Bet," Lois said.

Blaze took three cards; Lois took two. At this point, the demon would be well aware of Lois Lane's strategy, knew that the reporter had at least three-of-a-kind...and Lois had to assume the succubus had at least a pair.

A pair, Lois thought, looking at the two breast chips in the pot. It occurred to her that Blaze lost nothing by playing this game, at least, as far as she knew the transformations of the reporter's body cost nothing. Yet the dickgirl succubus studied her cards carefully.

The chip beneath the reporter's hand came up. A scarlet cock squeeze between a generous pair of breasts.

"Bet."

Lois: 4♠ 9♦ 9♣ 9♥ 7♥

Blaze: A♣ Q♥ 6♠ A♦ J♣

The demon bowed her head as Lois picked up the three breast chips and set them at her left hand. Her heart hammered in her chest. She had just gotten the equivalent of top of the line cosmetic surgery...and all she'd have to pay for it was a French kiss and to suck Blaze's balls.

The succubus shuffled the cards.

"Are you satisfied?" Blaze said. "Do you want to cash in—or keep playing?"