Angie

The little hands groped the reporter's tits as Angie's pierced, condom-clad cock slid in and out of her asshole. There was just such a **** need...and the feeling of that prince albert piercing against Lois Lane's anal ring was just...like nothing she had ever experienced. Lois found herself panting. The sensations from her ass were so intense...

"What do I call you?" Angie pressed. The young tranny's right hand let go of the reporter's breast and grabbed a handful of her hair. "I want...I want to moan your name while I claim your ass..."

Lois frowned. She didn't know if she liked that. Before, when Angie had been demure and precious it had made the transformed reporter's heart flutter, but now that she was becoming more...domineering...

The left hand slid down to grab the reporter's little clitty.

"By Lilith, you're so hot," Angie said. "Come on, tell me what to call you. It doesn't have to be your real name. Tell me who you want to be. The name I tell my friends about when I tell them about the best piece of ass I've ever had. The soft, welcoming sissy that swallowed my ass hungrily. Who moaned like a whore in heat as I slammed my little prick home, whose clitty was as stiff as a rock as I jerked her off..."

The reporter bit her lip. She wasn't sure what would happen to her if she gave another name. A part of her wanted to give another name, which meant that the spell might take that as direction. If she gave a name other than her own, if she wanted to be someone else, even a little...then Lois Lane might be gone. She might become someone else entirely.

Angie's lips pressed against the reporter's neck. Her tongue slid over the reporter's skin, like a cat. The reporter could feel the thrusts in her ass getting shorter, the cock impossibly stiff. The transwoman was going to cum soon. The condom ballooning inside the reporter's ass as it filled with cum. Lois panted, wanted to know what it felt like. But she had to answer...