Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What More Does Lois Have To Lose?

More Alterations To Her Body

Blaze shuffled. Lois Lane thought hard. She was fucked...well and proper fucked...unless...

If I win big...really big...then maybe, just maybe, I can get her to trade my pussy chip back before she cashes that in. Which means I'll have to bet big. Anything that Blaze wants. I can't turn any bet down...just have to try and raise her whenever I can. It doesn't matter what else I lose as long as I win what I need to.

With that realization sinking in, Lois Lane felt a chip under her hand. She raised it and read: "Always wet and ready."

"Your pussy will constantly secrete lubricating fluids," the scarlet succubus explained. Lois closed her eyes and threw it into the pot. Blaze slid a golden soul chip into the middle.

"Just deal." the reporter said.

Lois: 10♦ 4♠ 7♥ 8♣ K♥

It was the kind of hand that Lois would have folded on, normally. But she was ****, and she knew it. The reporter could feel the edge of another chip pressing into her palm, and barely glanced at it before throwing it into the pot. "Always Lactating."

"Normally, women only begin to lactate when they're pregnant, but..."

The reporter shook her head, not interested in the details. She could already picture herself bloated and leaking, especially once she got pregnant. It wasn't an image of herself that the reporter had ever entertained, but now, staring at the tip of Blaze's crimson cock as it hovered near the edge of the table, she knew it was what she was facing.

Lois discarded everything except the ten and the king. Blaze tossed another soul chip in to meet the reporter's bet, and took three cards herself.

Lois: 10♦ 7♦ 6♠ J♥ K♥

Garbage in, garbage out. Lois thought, looking at her hand. Assuming that Blaze had at least a pair, there was no way she could win...not unless she bet really big to try and bluff her way out of this.