End: Blaze's Balls Blow

The dangling testicles were the size of softballs now, each swollen orb glowing from within like a lightbulb shining through flesh...and the bigger they got, the brighter the light was getting.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck...FUCK!" The scarlet succubus' hips were humping the face of the woman in front of her frantically, the leader of the human sexipede totally flummoxed by her mistress' sudden change in attitude, unable to see the glowing, growing testicles.

Circe tapped the reporter's thigh, and Lois Lane stopped her own frantic humping. She looked down at the sorceress, who let the wand fall out of her exhausted mouth.

"Loigh. Weef gothta gogh. Theeth gontha blogh."

Diver's tongue had afflicted the sorceress pretty badly, but Lois Lane got the gist of it.

"Yeah...we're leaving. All of us."

The reporter grabbed the wand and stood up on shaky legs. Normally sex left her energized, but sex magic obviously drained more out of Lois than she thought. Leaving her pants and the face she had been sitting on behind, Lois staggered into the chamber.

Blaze's balls hung beneath her like a pair of pineapples.

"Ladies!" Lois Lane said. "We've gotten a bomb threat. You need to evacuate the building now."

Eyes turned toward Lois. The reporter kept moving.

"I don't know what she promised you...but your pet demon is about to blow. You can escape now, and take your ridiculously inflated tits with you...or you can stay here and share her fate."

"Lois Lane!" Blaze hissed, turning toward the reporter. "You did this to me! I'll kill you."

The reporter reached down and rubbed the wand against her clit. She wasn't sure she had another orgasm left in her. But she was willing to give it a shot.

"Yes, I did." Lois said. "And no, you won't. Time's ticking, ladies."

There was a tense moment. Blaze had to shift her gate, the balls pressing her thighs apart and hanging down lower. They were the size of volleyballs now, and the light from them was bright enough to cast strange shadows on the floor. Lois Lane couldn't even imagine what that must feel like...the cum being backed up the testicles generating them swelling as they tried to produce more and more, magic feeding on magic in a terrible feedback loop of demonic energies that couldn't be contained for long.

The last woman in the sexipede lost will first. She ripped her lips free from the asshole in front of her and, unable to properly stand with the immense breasts hanging off of her body, began to crawl toward Lois as fast as possible. Once a single defection happened, the next was inevitable, and the next...until there was only the single woman whose face that Blaze was fucking, unable to get away because the demon's claws were clamped on either side of her head.

Blaze was fading fast. Her body was thin, all flesh tightening across the bones as everything in her body went to feed the immense testes that sloshed with unspilled sperm. The sack rested on the floor now, and reminded Lois of photos she had seen of men afflicted with elephantiasis. The reporter walked forward, still rubbing her clit with the wand, feeling a little more strength in her shaky legs, a little of the familiar heat. If she could manage one more spell...

"You...haven't won!" Blaze said. "I can still...cum! I will...fuck you all! This world...is...my....cunt!"

The heat was palpable now as Lois stepped within feet of the demon, whose crimson body was blackening, burnt up from within. Her whole body was balanced on her immense sack, like an obscene bean bag chair. With her free hand, Lois Lane grabbed the hair of the woman sucking Blaze's cock and pulled...

The black hands broke at the wrists, the stick-like arms as dry as a mummy's. The long pink cock slid out of the woman's throat, and she gasped for breath...and then turned to flee.

Now it was just Lois Lane and Blaze, facing each other. The heat was building up in Lois Lane's body as she saw the cock fall limp...and then begin to recede, drawn back into those enormous organs. It hurt to look at them, the light was so bright...and too late, the reporter wondered what the hell she was doing here, standing at ground zero as the demonic testes were about to blow, rubbing her pussy with a magic wand.

Bad idea, Lane, Lois thought, unable to keep her hand from pushing the wand into her pussy. Bad, bad, really bad idea...!

Light and heat burst. A roar of superheated air and concentrated orgone burst through the tunnels, scorched walls, cracked support beams. Up above the building shook and flames roared through dusty air vents. Secondary fires were lit, and the whole crowd experienced simultaneous erections, wet pussies, hard nipples, clutching assholes. The riot to get out nearly became an orgy...

...but it would be hours, if ever, until the police and firemen made their way down to where the explosion had originated from.

Circe dusted herself off, rubbed her jaw, and walked toward the epicenter.

There was no trace left of Blaze...or Lois Lane's clothes...or the wand. The sorceress knelt by the nude form of the reporter, who lay there ****, apparently unharmed...

...but not unchanged.

A soft pink cock descended from between the reporter's thighs. Out of strictly professional interest, Circe lifted it out of the way and verified that yes, Lois Lane's pussy was intact. The dickgirl stirred at this touch, and opened her eyes.

Pure white eyes, with no pupil or iris.

"Circe?" Lois asked. "What happened?"

"That," the sorceress said. "Is something we're going to have to figure out."

The reporter looked down her body and saw the cock between her legs. Circe's hand was pulling back the foreskin, exposing the bright pink head. Her palm was warm, and the cock was beginning to swell.

"Oh." She paused, thinkin. "I don't suppose you'd like to help me with that?"

"I think I would rather like that a good deal," Circe gave the reporter a wan smile, and then repositioned herself to kneel between the reporter's legs and kiss the tip of her new dick.

The night was over; a new day dawned...and, Lois Lane reflected, there really was no better way to start the day than with a blowjob.