End: Bigger Than Any Cock Lois Has Ever Seen

The reporter stared down the length of her body, unable to comprehend for a moment what she was looking at. What lay slumped against her stomach, soft but still massive, was bigger than any cock she had ever seen...but it wasn't a cock. It was liver-colored, except for the darker bumps that looked like clits or nipples, and which oozed a slight fluid, and perhaps eight or nine inches long. Gently, Lois explored it with her fingers...and found that it had the texture of a tongue. Solid, malleable, and sensitive.

Sitting up to get a better look at it, Lois saw that now that it was soft, it flopped this way and that, hanging limply over her pussy. Lois knew that she should be filled with revulsion just looking at it...and then the thought came to her...and she tried to move it, without her hands. It rose, and shifted left and right, and that was weirder to Lois than when it had been stiff and hard as a corn cob. Yet it was responding to her thoughts. It was a part of her. Licking her lips, she lowered it down to cover her cunny...and felt weirdly comfortable as it settled into place, the bumps folding carefully one against the other, and the tip just wrapping around and sliding into place between her buttcheeks to cover her asshole.

Anyone that saw Lois right then would think she was wearing some daring one-piece bikini bottom...unless they looked close enough to see that the base of the mutated clitoris was growing straight from the reporter's crotch, her clitoral hood now grossly extended until it was three inches across where the tongue-like clit emerged from it.

Lois felt somewhat now secure, or at least not naked, with her pussy no longer bared to the naked eye. The women around her were lost in dreams...and Lois wondered at that. Obviously, her clit had some sort of narcotic effect on women. She had some strange power...and she needed to figure out what and why. But first...

The reporter stood up and explored. She could probably squeeze back into her tight red pants, but with her tongue-clit, what she wanted was a skirt...and she found one, a flouncy black cocktail number, tucked away in a Lost & Found box, next to a bootleg t-shirt with Superman's S-shield, and a pair of sensible sneakers that smelled relatively clean. With her jacket on top, Lois felt...better. More herself.

What she didn't feel like was waiting for the women to wake up. Given how they reacted to her the first time, Lois had no reason to think they wouldn't **** her again the moment they woke up. So instead, she found a pen and some napkins and hastily wrote out four notes, asking them to contact her...and then Lois herself slid out of the break room, back into the brothel's corridors.

Retracing her steps, Lois found stairs that led upwards, and took them. She felt the night had been half-successful: she had found the missing women, and a very unusual brothel. However, until she had figured out what was going on with her clitoris, Lois couldn't risk any more encounters tonight. No, her night out had to end...and the threads of the investigation picked up a little later.

On the monitors, the demon Blaze watched with amusement as the reporter slipped out a firedoor, and out of the club. She had watched the events in the breakroom with fascination. Chaos was her element, and the chaos magick she had used to help change some of her employees for this little venture had a habit of expressing itself in unexpected ways...and the demon smiled to herself as she imagined what might happen to Lois Lane. Obviously, the reporter had some little inkling to her new powers, but no control. Not yet.

On the streets of Metropolis, Lois Lane walked...and women turned as she passed, drawn by a compulsion they could not name...and some of them found their steps turning to follow her, and the reporter's steps quickened as she picked up on those following her...and by the time she had gone three blocks, Lois was running, sprinting, weaving through traffic.

The night out was over, but the game was afoot...and the chase was on.