Three Cards

Not really playing it safe. Lois thought to herself as she discarded the ace...and felt her heart flutter as the woman across from her discarded three cards as well.

A pair. The reporter thought...but right now her thoughts were on a very different pair.

Her bosom rested on the felt, the warm, pale expanses of tit-flesh spreading out without a bra to contain them. The big nipples weren't hard at the moment—and it took an urge of willpower for Lois not to reach out and give herself a tweak. She wanted to play with her tits.

To sit in front of a mirror and stare at them, lift them, fondle them, try on outfits...walk around and see the reactions of men and women to her massive titties. Mentally, Lois sighed.

But only if I win.

She picked up the cards.

4♣ 4♦ A♦ 2♦ 2♣

A thrill of elation ran through the reporter. Two pair, ace high. A solid hand. One to bet on... but she hesitated. It didn't pay to be overconfident. Blaze had shown herself to be skilled at bluffing. Lois didn't need to overplay her hand.

A woman's soul is on the line, in addition to my tits.

Lois kept her voice carefully neutral as she said "Check."

Blaze glanced at her own cards. Her face and attitude revealed nothing. Her fingers tapped against her pile of chips...smaller than Lois' own, the reporter saw now, although the "soul chips" were worth more, so Blaze probably had more "chips" overall.

"Check works for me." The demon said, laying her cards down on the table.

K♥ K♠ 6♥ 8♣ 3♥

Relief flooded through Lois. One pair versus two pair. She had won.

Lois reached out and scooped the pile of chips back between her mounds...and heard the little gasp from Blaze, the first involuntary sound the demon had ever made.

The reporter's eyes focused on the crimson tits, which had been full and ripe, hanging like apples off of her chest...and watched in strange fascination as they shrank. The tits actually withdrew into her torso, not just deflating but shifting in shape. Still the breasts of a mature woman, perfectly formed, but shrunk...and Lois looked down at her own breasts, as a familiar sense of pressure began again...

She sat back from the table, heart pounding...it wasn't a surge of growth. It felt more like a filling. Lois could see her breasts rise, slowly, as though she had taken a breath and never released it. The reporter couldn't say for sure, but it also almost looked like there was a little more color to the great pink expanses than before.

Lois remembered the other chip when she felt her underwear start to painfully dig into the cleft of her ass. She turned around—setting the girls to swinging, and almost seriously unbalancing her—in time to see the cheeks swell perceptibly, growing rounder, black lace disappearing into the crack of her ass.

The reporter gave an experimental flex of her buttocks, watching the muscles move and bunch beneath the skin. A thousand squats worth of development in a few seconds. At least it isn't all fat.

"If you're quite done looking at your ass," Blaze was shuffling the cards. "Maybe you'd like to bet?"

I could do the same bet. Lois thought. Blaze would probably go for it. Or... she looked down at her chips. Two souls, fifteen tits, three asses, two lips, and a handful of sexual orifices. A big pile, compared to what the demon had in front of her. I could raise the stakes.