Bite It

It was pure impulse...and this softer, curvier, lewder Lois Lane was all about impulse. As soon as that big red cockhead came through the hole, smelling so strongly of masculine musk, the scarlet skin shiny as a ripe apple—some imp of the perverse caused the reporter to chomp down on it.

There was little **** to the white teeth that sank into the scarlet flesh. Lois wasn't trying to bite the head off. It was just intended to be playful. Yet the reaction was nothing like what the reporter expected.

There was a yowl of pain, an animal cry of shock, surprise, and indignation. The cock pulled back, suddenly and forcefully. Lois, surprised, clamped her jaws tight, and now the teeth were sinking hard into the crimson cockhead...and with an unexpected tug, the reporter found herself pulled teeth-first through the mirror, the black hole gaping wider and wider.

There was no crash of glass, exactly. Instead, there was a confused moment when Lois thought she saw herself falling through an infinite space from a million different angles...shedding clothes as she fell, soft breasts flapping ass jiggling in its descent, thick thighs quaking...all of her meaty body exposed from every angle...

...and then the shortstack reporter landed on her ass.

Lois blinked and sat up, unsurprised to find that she was naked, and to have fallen on something hard and black like stone. Lois looked around. She seemed to be in an infinite corridor of mirrors, each a rectangle of glass some six feet high and slightly, oddly curved, so that each was unique; yet they fit together so perfectly that there was hardly the width of a sheet of paper between them, as if each had once been part of a great ribbon-like whole. A million reflections of herself, each one slightly different, staring back at her. Above, small lights twinkled from the ribbon of darkness that was the sky or ceiling; Lois could not tell if they were stars or gems set in some cavern.

All was stillness. No air moved, though she could breathe; it was neither warm nor cold on her naked skin. Lois could hear nothing except her own breathing...and the whisperings of the only other person besides her own reflections.