Blaze

The name came forth from the transformed reporter's lips so easily—it was a name she had seen so many times in the book, over and over in different variations—and it just felt so right...but Angie, cock hilt-deep in her ass, froze as if thunderstruck.

"W-what?" The tranny said. "What name did you say?"

"Blaze," the former Lois Lane said as she reached down to squeeze her cock. The name came easier now. Her voice filled with confidence as she spoke her new name. It felt so good...so right...

"N-no, that's not...you can't. That's my name, that's...fuck!"

Something hot flooded her ass...and the reporter pushed herself off the toilet, slamming Angie into the door of the stall, forcing that cock deeper inside of the swelling ass, the heat burning up inside of her hungry ass.

What happened next the former Lois Lane could not see...only feel. The terrible heat that seemed to ill her entire body. The shrinking figure squished between her cheeks scrabbling, squawking, trapped by her own name-magic, unable to stop it as their body was slowly swallowed up that gaping butthole, while the former Lois stroked her sissy clit, thumb rubbing over the Prince Albert piercing. In her mind, the great gate from which the power had flowed into her swung wide.

Angie disappeared into the now enormous ass with a faint cry...body dissolving, spirit dissipating into the new form. Like water being poured from one container to another, it would take the new shape. An infernal flame, as expressed by a name, was not much different.

The reporter felt herself burning from within....no longer held in the grip of the spell of desire, now she was the power and desire itself. Knowledge, dark and terrible flooded her mind...new senses opened...and all that was of the demon Blaze, who had held the form of Angie to seduce Lois Lane, became one with her victim.

The new, composite body sat on a dirty toilet as a queen might sprawl on a throne. Opened her eyes, which were a pure violet, without pupil or iris. Her sissy dick was hard, the prince albert piercing still there...but her skin was the bright red of fresh blood on parchment, and dark horns curled up from her forehead.

Lois Blaze tried on a familiar half-smile, impressed at how completely she had become the thing...all the curiosity, intelligence, courage, and lust of Lois Lane, with all the power, perversity, will, and deviousness of the demon Angelica Blaze.

She stroked her little cock, knowing that with the merest effort of will it could become any size she pleased...her swollen ass flexed, achingly empty, the broad hips and heavy buttocks of a power bottom wanting to be fucked...and with her new power, Lois Blaze liked being a sissy slut...and knew exactly who she wanted to fill her hungry ass.