A New App

The app's icon was of a cartoon, buxom nude devil. The title beneath in all red caps was DMN. Nothing the reporter would knowingly have downloaded and installed...probably some kind of spyware. Intrigued despite herself, Lois thumbed the icon.

The smartphone screen shifted, showing the camera view. Lana Lang's pussy was on clear display, pink folds exposed, glistening with her juices, cum still leaking from the depths... A box appeared over Lana's box, , a number of options appearing in a sidebar on the right. Above, in fading pink-and-red font, was "MAKE YOUR OWN DMN."

Lois scrolled through the options. They were all vagina variations: shape, size, color...Lois clicked a few at random, and smirked as on screen the redhead's taut slit was replaced by a gaping green triple-orifice, then a pink octopussoir with squirming tentacles, a red toothless mouth...

Image recognition and an overlay program, the reporter thought. Like those apps that give people puppy-dog ears and muzzles.

The reporter smiled as she stopped on a deep blue crotch that was nearly human, despite having dark puffy lips like that of a horse, and spread so that she could see the pale blue membrane of the hymen was still intact. The idea of taking Lana's virginity again appealed to her.

More than that, she wondered what that pussy would taste like. Blueberry flavored? Probably not, if it was a demon. Still, Lois hadn't been with many women, and the sheer variety that the app had on display made her lick her lips, thinking about what she had been missing out on.

A button glowed in the corner: APPLY CHANGES?