End: Before Lois Lane Can Say Anything, They Are Interrupted

"Infidels!"

The cry came from the direction of the stairwell. Some people would have frozen like deer in the headlights, to stare at the onrush of cultists in dark robes as they drew their daggers and closed in. Lois Lane, however, was an old hand at this sort of thing. She pulled up her pants on the run, struggling to get her dick into the tight red trousers, even as she headed in the opposite direction.

Rat, seeing the reporter kick off her heels and beat feet, swiftly followed.

They ran down the underground corridor, past elevators and other corridors, into what had at one point been an underground parking garage. The reporter grabbed Rat's hand as they fled out of the reach of the dim lights, deeper into the darkness. Behind them came the sound of their pursuers.

There were tense moments, in the dark. Times when Lois Lane drew them up against a wall and clamped her hand over Rat's mouth, wishing he wouldn't breathe so loud. Long, painful moments as they listened to the searching cultists. In the dark, every sense seemed to be sharper, and they felt the terrible energy of adrenaline swiftly fade into the nausea and jitteriness that came with it.

The reporter almost cursed as, in the dark, she felt Rat's hand fumble at her pants. Unable to tell him to stop, she felt him slink to the floor...to pull her pants down so that her cock flopped out...and then the warm, hot mouth was around her dick once again.

Lois Lane struggled to remain silent as the insatiable cocksucker filled his mouth with her dick. Tirelessly his head pumped back and forth, and then when Lois was hard and began to quiver, he latched his lips around her glans and began to pump her shaft with his hand. Until, holding her breath so she couldn't scream or grunt, Lois felt the hot stream of spunk burn through her dick and explode in Rat's mouth.

Only he wasn't done. Even as Lois softened, he continued to suck at her spent schlong. Lois Lane, her ears buzzing as she grabbed the wall, hoped the sound of his maniac cockslurping wouldn't give away their position.

Perhaps they stayed there for hours. Lois lost count, and didn't dare to check her phone. She knew that she got hard again, and came. Got hard again, and came. By the time of her fourth load, the reporter was panting and spent as she clung to the wall, her knees shaking, her dick hurt. Yet not even a dribble of semen had gone down Rat's patchy beard. He had swallowed it all.

When at last Rat took a breather, Lois Lane strained her ears to hear something, anything. Yet only their own ragged breathing greeted them. Determinedly, Lois pulled up her pants once again, grabbed Rat's hand and moved back toward the light.

Except she did not go toward the shrine. Following the gentle slope of the parking garage, she found the ground-level exit. A fire-door led them into a disused stairwell, which gave way at last to the street.

"What...what the fuck was that about?" Lois Lane demanded, as she finally let go of Rat's hand.

Rat looked at the reporter...and Lois realized there was something different about him. His beard looked thinner, his face a little softer, the lips a bit more plump. Crimson flooded his cheeks as he mumbled something, and then he met her eyes momentarily.

"I...I just really like the taste of your cum, okay?" Rat licked his lips. They were still walking together, aimlessly. "I don't know what came over me, exactly, except I could...it makes me feel...good. Having your cock in your mouth. Feeling your jizz slide down my throat. It made my stomach tingle. When were alone, and it was so tense, I was just like...like a baby with a pacifier, I don't know."

Lois Lane shook her head. This was some deep-suited oral fixation there.

"I thought you wanted me to suck your cock," she said.

"I...I did," Rat said. Then he licked his lip. "Um. Speaking of. Can I get another lick in? Just...kiss the tip, maybe. Let my tongue play with your piss hole? There might be some left..."

Lois Lane's mouth made a grim line. This was not natural. Something had happened to her to make her grow a dick, and now Rat seemed as addicted as a crackwhore.

Is my cum like a **** now? She wondered. I mean, I shouldn't let him have any more if it is. On the other hand, I need to get him some help.

"Not here," she said. "Back at my apartment. I have to make a phone call."

Which is how, as dawn broke, Lois Lane found herself without any pants, legs spread wide, seated on her couch. Rat was on his knees, contentedly slurping away at her schlong. She hadn't cum again, but just having his nose buried in her pubes seemed to keep him happy.

Except that wasn't all that was happening to him. Rat's facial hair littered the carpet where it had fallen out. His face had continued to soften, and his nipples, visible beneath his thin white wifebeater, were bigger and more prominent than they should be for a man. The skinny jeans he wore were now tight around a butt that was rounder and curvier than when this night had begun. What was more concerning to Lois was that Rat's eyes were glazed and complacent as he slurped, as content as a cow, and Lois Lane wondered what changes were taking place in Rat's brain to match those of his body.

Zatanna stood nearby, making mystic gestures and mumbling her backwards incantations.

"That...is a complex curse," the sorceress said, with a low whistle. "Some sort of really ancient god's blessing. And it can apparently spread by contact, judging by your playmate's aura. Whoever put that idol there knew what they were doing, I think. I'm going to have to do some research before I can try to unweave that spell."

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Lois Lane said, indicating the head nestled between her thighs with both hands.

"Keep him occupied," Zatanna said drolly. "Call in sick. I don't know if you're actually causing the changes, or if it's just the curse working its way out. Anyway, you should both be fine as long as you don't bring anyone else into it."

Lois Lane stared down at where her dick was buried in Rat's mouth. If he heard what Zatanna said, he gave no sign. Worse, she was sure that her cock felt even bigger than before.

"I have work," the reporter said.

"Call in sick. This is big magic. You stumbled on something bad. I'm calling in the Justice League to deal with it. Once we get Doctor Fate and maybe the Enchantress in, we should be able to unweave it without permanently damaging your auras or anything. Until then, just...do whatever makes him happy, as long as you don't leave the apartment, okay?" Zatanna sighed.

"Easy for you to say," Lois Lane mumbled as Zatanna teleported away.

Lois sighed and stared down at Rat. His once-thinning hair was coming in thick and golden. In fact, it was longer and lighter than it had been last night when they first met. The reporter ruefully regretted strongarming him. She had involved a civilian in her investigation, and now here he was, bobbing his head between her legs as if sucking a cock was something he'd wanted to do his entire life.

Maybe it was, Lois Lane thought, and then added. Little sissy bitch. Serves her right.

The reporter blinked, not sure where that last thought had come from. Her teeth gnawed on her lower lip. Even though her cock hurt, she could feel herself getting erect again.

"Let's...change position for a while," Lois said. "Okay, Rat?"

Which is how Lois Lane found herself humping Rat's face as his head head hung off the side of her bed. Just the right height and position so that the tip of her dick could really plunge down into his throat. She felt that familiar ache inside of her as her load built and built.

"Good...good slut," she mumbled aloud, not even aware she was saying it. Her violet eyes were as glazed as Rat's as her hips thrust and pumped. "Take it all you sissy cocksucking slut. Like that fucking meat in your throat, yeah? Bet you've always wanted to do this. Just a cumguzzling bitch...my own personal fucking jizzbucket...cumrag..."

Somewhere, a demon laughed. Lois Lane's night out ended with a creamy gob of spunk that spooled out from deep inside the core of her. As if a piece of her soul had detached itself and flowed into Rat's waiting maw...and down below, Rat's own prick, stubbornly soft, seemed to shrink in itself a little. The budding breasts pushed out a little further. His nails and hair grew a little longer. In his mind, perhaps, a tiny bit of his lingering heterosexuality dissolved and vanished forever, as his need of Lois Lane's cock slowly seeped into his brain.

Lois Lane's night out was over...but there were consequences that would be felt for a long time to cum...and cum...and cum...