"More"

It is a truism that humans do not know what exactly they want. Sate their needs and desires for a moment, and yet their appetites grow. For those unable to be content with what they have, the pursuit of perfection can lead down...monstrous paths.

Against this ardent need, the scarlet succubus could have simply cut Lois Lane off—put an end to this game, now that she had corrupted the reporter's soul enough to hold onto it. Yet in her pride, the demon growled and opened the floodgates of her power, determined to punish the reporter with the whore-like body for her effrontery...for in doing so, she thought to let the reporter's repressed desires be her own undoing.

So the past of Lois Lane changed in stranger ways...and her body shifted to reflect those changes.

String implants were illegal in the United States...which is why Lois Lane was not on US soil when she went over the knife again, dreaming of breasts bigger than her head, tits that would continue to grow and grow...

The back pain got to be constant, even with the switch to weight-lifting at the gym. It was there that Lois first met her dealer. He had something for her, something that would help her out...it was called venom...

Too big to get away as the beam fell on her. Lois raised her arms as the building fell all around her, a name on her lips...

"There is too much damage," the void was oddly mechanical, like a computer's clipped tones, cutting through the pain. "Her addiction...the surgeries, the ****..."

"There must be something you can do," another voice, masculine. A name floated through the half-conscious reporter's brain. Smallville?

"There is...your birthing matrix. It may be possible to rebuild her. She will not be as she had been."

Light. Pure light. Penetrating. Cleansing. Rebuilding.

Her eyes opened to a Mediterranean sunrise. Great hills of flesh rose and fell above Lois as she breathed. No pain at all. She turned at the sound as Wonder Woman strode in, dressed in a white tunic. With a smile, she tossed back the sheet.

"Come. It's time for your physical therapy..."

Unsure steps turned into long, steady strides...then loping bursts of speed that made her tits jostle and the landscape blur past. Days and nights fell on the Amazon isle, the warriors eyeing their new charge with astonishment. Diana was strict...but Lois could tell that when the reporter pressed her, even the Amazon Princess was at her limit...nor was Wonder Woman immune to her charms...but Lois was already looking forward to what would come next.

"To prepare for your wedding," the Amazon had said, showing her the needle tipped with a sliver of glowing green crystal. "This will hurt, but please endure it..."

Back in the present, Blaze sagged, momentarily spent. Before her she saw that Lois Lane, taller, with larger more defined muscles, the breasts impossibly bigger, jutting out like a pair of watermelons on her chest, the dark hair flowing down to an ass that could crush walnuts between its cheeks without effort. A tiny squeeze of mighty fingers brought the demonic dickgirl to her knees in sudden agony.

There was serene power and confidence in Lois Lane's body. It was not the form of a mortal woman...too perfect in its every line, even with the jingle of labia-rings now made of Kryptonian alloys, the tattoos that marked her now laser-etched Kryptonian script proclaiming her the property of the House of El...and to add insult to injury, the bright spark of the reporter's soul flew from the withered, blackened claw that had tried to hold it.

"Foolish devil," Lois said as her grip tightened. "I pledged myself body and soul to my husband, on the occasion of our marriage..."