Draining Her Youth

"Uh...uh!" Lois grunted as the sorceress sucked and sucked at her pussy. It was so hot, and she could feel her climax approach, heart beating faster and faster, pulse pounding in her temples. She felt oddly weak...put her hands on the purple hair...

Her hands.

The bright, healthy skin was fading, wrinkling. The blue veins and bones were becoming more prominent. Lois stared down at her body, panting and nearly paralyzed with pleasure, watching the wrinkling spread. She pressed her hands against the woman's head, trying to prize her pussy off of the bitch's mouth...but her arms were getting weaker.

The wrinkling spread to her breasts, the hard nipples fading from bright pink to kind of grey. The reporter watched in horror as her boobs began to soften and sag, the muscles weakening, skin growing looser. It was like staring at her mother's body, right before...

"No, no, fucking no, fucking bitch!" Lois shrieked, so close to cumming and yet unwilling to let this go on any further. One hand balled into a fist and she brought it down on Circe's temple as hard as she could.

For the briefest of seconds, the liplock between pussy and mouth was broken. Lois fell back on her ass. The shock traveled up her spine. Her body didn't feel heavier, exactly, but her muscles didn't work right, her joints ached, her hair...

A grey hair drifted in front of Lois Lane's face.

"What did you do?" Lois breathed.

Circe stood up, looking refreshed. Skin bright and tight, hair glossy, eyes shining, tits perky.

"Oh, I took about thirty years." She licked her lips. "The silver suits you, you know. I'm sure even as a cougar you could get some action."

"Give it back!" Lois shrieked.

Circe snorted. "Make me."

She flicked her wrist...and suddenly Lois was somewhere else. The reporter blinked twisted around...it was the bathroom of the club, upstairs. With trembling legs, Lois staggered over to the mirror, to see her own face.

There were lines there. Wrinkles. Laugh lines and crow's feet. Her black hair shot through with silver.

"I'm old," Lois whispered, pressing her fingers to her face and watching the reflection, just to assure herself it was real. Her pussy throbbed, her orgasm denied, body crying out for attention...

Dammit, this is no time to think about getting laid! Lois pounded the sink with her fist. She was still dressed in the slutty Wonder Woman costume too, pussy sagging out of the gap in her crotch. What am I going to do?