Three of a Kind—Lois Loses

Lois laid down her hand—and glanced across the felt, and the pile of chips in the middle of it, to see what Blaze had.

A trio of threes stared back at her. Lois didn't even stare at the demon's eyes, just watched her scarlet hands sweep the chips back across the table. The reporter let loose with a breath she had been holding. She couldn't even accuse Blaze of cheating: Lois had dealt the hand. Now, a new anticipation struck her...if the last hand was any indication, Blaze liked to cash in her chips...

...immediately.

Lois felt suddenly colder, could feel the rough fabric of the chair now on her bare pussy. She stared down to see that her breasts, panties, and shoes were gone...she was entirely naked. Then she blinked. That wasn't all.

The Daily Planet's star reporter had never had more than a modest bust—wrong genes for it, plus constant diet and exercise kept them down to pleasantly palmable, perky and somewhat teardrop shaped. Puberty had done its bare minimum, and Lois still needed a push-up bra for some of the more daring dresses. Now as she stared down at her girls, she remembered the two chips with images of breasts on them...and knew that Blaze was about to cash those in too.

It wasn't shrinking, exactly. It was more of a flattening. In a matter of seconds, the nipples seemed to pull themselves in closer to her chest, the little mounds disappearing, muscles becoming more prominent. Lois stared hard at a chest she hadn't seen since she was twelve or thirteen. The nipples were bigger, the areaolae puffy, but that was the limit.

She did not cry. Lois blinked back the hot tears.

"Who chooses the stakes?" The reporter's voice was calm and controlled.

"It's usually ****. My chips are things you want. Your chips are things I want. If you can concentrate, you can choose what I bet." Blaze's voice was husky. "Look at me, Lois."

Lois looked up from her ruined chest...and saw Blaze's own cleavage was standing out prouder, heavier than before.

"You took my tits." Was all Lois could manage.

"Yes. Mine, fairly won." The demonness ran a finger over the final chip—castitas. "This is mine too...but I think I'll save it, for the moment." She winked at Lois, then began to gather the cards. It was her deal.

"The other women...did they do this?" Lois was staring at the demon's red, stolen breasts.

"Many women are unhappy with their bodies. Some are willing to risk things to change their bodies. Some of them played the game...and some simply wanted to make an exchange." Blaze shuffled. Her glowing eyes met Lois' own. "Not one of them said no."

The demonness held out the deck. "Tell you what. Just to show I'm fair, we'll cut cards. High card wins. Double or nothing on the last hand."

Lois swallowed. If she won, she'd get back everything she lost...and then some. If she lost...Lois wasn't sure what more she had to lose.

"Chips on the table." The reporter licked her lips.

Blaze pushed forward the old stakes—chips emblazoned with Lois' clothes, shoes, panties, and bra; two chips marked with breasts, a scarlet question mark, castitas...and then the double stakes. Lois concentrated. What did she want? One at a time, Blaze tossed them in...a question mark...another...Lois did want answers, damn it...a third question mark...a fourth...Lois frowned, thinking of her flat chest...a pair of breasts...a pair of breasts...she concentrated harder, trying to focus...a chip appeared with avaritia written on it in silver letters, and another with luxuria...and that was the pile. Sixteen chips.

Lois could feel her heart beat. She reached for the deck, hoping to draw a high card.