Blaze Stuffs The Reporter's Entire Body Into Her Cock

The demon, one hand tightly gripped around the reporter's left leg, pressed her right hand on the reporter's ass and shoved.

"Normally, Lois, I'd love to play with you in such a compromising position," Blaze said as she exerted her supernatural strength, and the reporter's hips slipped past the grossly-distended lips of the demonic cock. "But given a certain big blue boy scout who tends to come in and saves you at the last minute, I think it's best we hurry things along. So stop squirming and get in my dick!"

Lois Lane couldn't hear her. She fought, but it was too late. The reporter could actually feel the skin slid off her skull. She had no lips but tried to scream, as her guts vomited forth out of a mouth that suddenly stretched inhumanly. Up above, red hands carefully **** the reporter's legs down into the distended scarlet sac or cocoon that was Blaze's cock...and Lois Lane's last conscious feeling of the outside world washer foot, toes spasming helplessly as Blaze **** it down.

Then the lips of the urethra closed.

The worst thing was, Lois Lane did not die.

She did not even lose consciousness. The former reporter was aware that the pain left her, as her body dissolved, tissues resorted. There was no way for Lois to understand the metaphysics of the situation. How most her body's mass was broken down into energy that fed the ravenous demon's hunger. How the rest of it was repurposed, reorganized.

Sensation crept back into Lois Lane. She could not move...could not see...but she could feel. There was that sensation of having a body, of existing. Yet she had no eyes to open, no limbs to grasp with. The reporter could have screamed in the darkness...and then a terrible unseen **** began to crush her, and it didn't hurt. It almost felt...good.

Ah, much better. Can you hear me now?

The voice, Blaze's voice, intruded into Lois Lane's mind. She hung onto it like a sailor lost at sea during a storm.

Let me tie you into my visual feed. I want you to fully appreciate this.

Like that, there was light. Vision. The reporter recognized her bathroom sink and mirror. Blaze stared at herself in it, the tall, lithe red body slim and well-muscled as a human greyhound. The obscene cock—which had shrunk down to a "mere" foot or so in length, though still bigger than when Lois had first seen it—was in the grip of Blaze's left hand.

She gave a little squeeze. Lois gave a mental scream as the **** that crushed her increased...and just like that, despair sank into the reporter.

Blaze turned me into her cock!