Blaze Merges With Lois

Lois Lane gasped as the cock penetrated her deeper...plunging right into her depths. It felt like it should hit some internal barrier, or tear right out through her stomach, but instead it seemed to worm deeper...and deeper...

The reporter felt paralyzed in the dark, like a butterfly with one wing pinned. A radiant heat was spreading out from her grown, and even the fingertips rubbing against her clit felt hot.

Wait. Lois tried and failed to stop the fingers rubbing her clit. She could feel her own skin through the fingertips, but she couldn't feel her hands wrapped around Angelica Blaze's wrist. With mounting horror, the reporter tried to move her body, but it was as if she was frozen in position, the unnaturally long penis spreading up past where her womb should be, slithering next to her heart.

The numbness spread. She could no longer feel Blaze's breasts pressing into her back, or her thighs resting against the dickgirls' own. Angelica's cheek was no longer welded to her own. It was like being swallowed...body disappearing a little at a time, unable to move, to resist. The weird root that seemed to be spreading throughout her body was traveling up her neck now, anatomically impossible as that seemed, and the reporter panicked as she felt, though she knew she should not be able to, when it slithered into her brain.

For a timeless time, Lois Lane was completely cut off then. Unable to see, to hear, to taste or feel. Struck completely numb and dumb, her body not responding, unable even to sense her body. Horrible thoughts ran through her mind—paralyzed, trapped inside her body, unable to move or communicate. Left alone in a void, until she went mad...

Slowly, sensation came back. The hard floor beneath her bare feet. Warm air on her naked skin. Muscles flexed, experimentally; no longer being holding or being held by anyone. Fingers brushed the reporter's labia, stretching and exploring. Empty, almost achingly so. Brought them up her lips to taste the juices, salty and slightly bitter.

Her eyes opened. The room was as it was, dark curtains, her clothes folded and set aside. Lois Lane's head swiveled, mouth twisting into a smile.

But it wasn't Lois doing it. Blaze laughed with Lois Lane's voice.

"Now, at last," she grinned ferociously. "I have the weapon with which to destroy Superman!"