End: "Please...fuck my cavernous cunt with your arm."

The words came out with difficulty. Yet the reporter knew she was in a bad place now, at Circe's mercy, and she had to be practical. If she was going to get fucked, better to be fucked by something that couldn't get her pregnant or give her a disease. With any luck, Circe would get bored with her after that, and Lois could escape.

It all seemed so logical in her head. Yet it was different when she felt that small hand part the lips of her fat cunny...and when it slid inside of her, it was so terribly easy, like Lois sliding a finger into her normal-sized pussy. Lois shuddered as she thought about how terribly loose her cunt must be right now, and the fear came to her that if she didn't go back to normal, that no one would like her like this.

Circe, for her part, wasn't helping. On of the sorceress's hands gripped the reporter's asscheeks, pulling her huge pussy even wider open, letting her wrist slip inside the reporter with no resistance at all, barely touching the sides.

"Look at this ridiculous cunt...it looks like it belongs on some animal. If you ever want to feel anything down here again, you're going to have to date horses!"

The slim wrist thickened as the hand crept forward inside of Lois. The reporter's breathe caught as she felt the forearm press against the walls of her cock. Her body shivered, not in terror but in sudden, **** need...to feel something down there.

"I can just imagine some poor man trying to stick it in you," Circe went on. "Their pathetic pricks not even touching the side. Humping your huge hole with frustration, neither of you able to feel anything. What a terrible existence that will be for you..."

"No," Lois said, her will crumbling slightly against that terrible image. "Mistress, please. Don't...don't leave me like this!"

"Oh?" Circe pressed on, and now Lois gasped, because the sorceress's forearm slid all the way in, the fat muscle stretching even the reporter's huge cunny. The fist, deep inside, pressed against the reporter's tunnel, and Lois could feel the skin of her stomach distend in response. "You have **** in this matter, cuntslave. Yet perhaps I'll give you a choice."

Something seemed to slide into the reporter's head. She knew no other way to describe it. there was no pain, no physical sense of anything penetrating her skull...but still, it seemed that something crept over the inside of her skull, that someone else stared out, however momentarily, from Lois Lane's eyes.

"I see..." Circe said. "So the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter has come here to find those missing women? Hmm. They are here, working at this brothel. I can help you in this...release them from the enchantments that bind them, free them from their sexual servitude. However, in exchange...your cunt will be like this, forever. What do you say?"

The reporter swallowed. She had no reason to believe that Circe would do as she said...but if there was even a chance that the women would be freed...Lois dug her hands into the sand and closed her eyes tight.

"Please save them...Mistress. I'll do...I'll do anything if they get away safe. Even sacrifice my cunt."

Circe slapped the reporter's ass. It set the rings in Lois's thick labia to jangling.

"Well spoken. Your's is a noble soul, Lois Lane. I've enjoyed having you as my plaything...but freeing them will require considerable magic. So I must give you your reward now."

The arm began to move. It plunged in and out, Circe punching deep inside of the reporter's cunny, twisting her fisting inside of Lois to scrape against her walls. The reporter, on her hands and knees in the sands, cried out in **** pleasure. Her flanks shivered and her cunt muscles squeezed and closed, but not in any attempt to keep the sorceress's arm out, but to suck it further in. The rings jangled in a mad chorus, the heavy rings striking against each other with musical chimes. Lois found herself rocking back and forth, pushing her ass to meet the thrusts of Circe's arm, animalistic in the sudden, **** need, the excitement and apprehension building inside of her...

Lois Lane's cry was not the mewling howl of a bitch in heat, or the pain-filled scream of a chimpanzee getting speared, or the grunting cry of a mare getting inseminated by a stallion, yet there was something in it of all three. For that moment, Lois Lane's whole body seized as in a cataleptic fit, unable to move, utterly consumed by the sensations bursting from her cavernous cunt...and then she collapsed into the sands, Circe's arm sliding out of her huge pussy with a wet schlick.

She wasn't sure how long she was asleep. Yet when the reporter awoke, she was dressed in her old clothes, the ones she had gone clubbing in...and was in her own apartment. Four familiar women were standing or sitting around, drinking tea. They were more world-weary than Lois had seen in their social media profiles, but Lois recognized them all the same: Diana Reynolds, Mara de la Cruz, Tonya Wong, and Jenny Dunlap. The four women that had gone missing, that she had sought to find.

The reporter sat up...and grimaced, feeling how tight her red pants were, grabbing her in the crotch. The reporter looked down and saw the material bulge in an impossible cameltoe, her massive vagina distending the fabric.

Lois ignored it.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Lois Lane, a reporter with the Daily Planet. I came looking for you..."

The night out was at an end. Lois had interviews to conduct, stories to extract from these women, who had appeared here in ways they couldn't quite remember. Later, Lois would help them reclaim their lives...and Lois would wince, every now and again, as she bent forward too long, and felt her huge clit grind oddly against the material, or her pussy juice leak down one pants leg.

She had begun this night as the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter...and ended up as the Daily Planet's Biggest Cunt.