End: Blaze's Cock Grows Like An Anaconda, And Lois Lane Is Its Prey

Lois Lane giggled...but her eyes went wide as the cock really did grow as she rubbed it. With drunken awe her hand continued to grope and squeeze the member which was now over a foot long...a foot and a half...two feet of hard cock. The reporter's jaw dropped open as it continued to extend...and now to twist, like a snake, to curl around her arm.

The reporter froze, barely breathed. Even ****, she could only believe the evidence of her eyes, the warmth of that soft skin as it slid against her own skin. Angelica Blaze stood there as more and more cock seemed to spool out from some inexhaustible reservoir within her.

"You're so warm, Lois," Blaze whispered. "I want to feel...all of you."

The dickgirl raised her hand and made a shooing gesture. Lois blinked, and stood naked as the cock, now at least six feet long, coiled around her naked body. The reporter blinked again as she stared at her small, tear-drop-shaped breasts as the veiny prick slid underneath them. Her clothes had vanished. Not stripped off, not torn, just...gone. Like a cut in the film, a jump from partially-clothed to fully nude without the bit in the middle.

Lois giggled. Drunk as she was, that was funny to her. The purple head of the rope-like prick nuzzled against her arm as it circled Lois again, and the reporter could feel the flared ridge of the glans as it crossed her shoulderblades.

Blaze smiled as the reporter wriggled in the coils of her cock. Lois Lane's arms were pinned to her body now as the cock thickened, now as thick as the reporter's wrist, but with each moment the girth of the coiled cock grew, spread, hid more of that beautiful body. The reporter wiggled and shook her head.

"It's so warm!" Lois said. "Like being hugged tight..."

Alarms sounded in the reporter's head as the cock, now at least twenty feet long and four inches thick, picked her up off the floor. Blaze's hands rested on her hips as she watched the reporter's bare feet dangle...and too late, Lois Lane began to wiggle more fiercely.

"It's...too tight!" The reporter said.

"And it's going to get tighter," Blaze said easily.

Animal instinct now made Lois squirm. The cock was as thick as her thigh, and the reporter leaned forward to bite the flesh...but she had waited too long, her finely-honed sense of danger too dulled by drink. Only Lois Lane's head and dainty toes were free of the mass of cockflesh that threatened to crush her to a pulp...and then a shadow fell across the reporter's face and she looked up.

The head of the cock loomed over Lois, now the size of some ancient Greek helmet, whose shape it resembled. Yet the urethra opened of its own accord, and a hot breath, as from an oven, washed over the reporter. It smelled of ammonia and piss, and Lois Lane had time for one great scream before it closed over her head. The feet continued to kick, even as the monstrously swollen member slowly pulled the reporter's naked body into its depths. Blaze grinned hugely as she made out the shape of the reporter's trapped form through the distended skin of her cock. The small mounds that were Lois Lane's breasts, the slight swell of the hips, the arms that were pinned to her sides as she thrashed within.

Lois still thrashed, even as the huge cock lowered itself to the floor. The demon watched as the tiny pink toes disappeared into her piss-slit...and she gave her dick a friendly pat as her cock lay there on the floor, like an anaconda that had swallowed a meal whole and needed now to digest.

Which was not an inaccurate description of what would happen to Lois Lane now. The demon let her fingers play on her overgrown shaft. Lois Lane was hers now, to remake as she saw fit...and the demon sat down, legs spread, her massive cock stretched out grotesquely before her. With a grunt, the demon's testes rose and squeezed, and the first dose of dark, corrupting fluid flooded down the shaft to begin the process.

"Oh, what a horror you will be, my dear," Blaze said to herself, as her servants stepped over and around the massive prick. "You never imagined such a thing, did you, Lois? Not on your night out. No, you never imagined what awaited you...but I did. From the moment you stepped into this club, your ass was mine!"

Lois could not appreciate the demon's gloats and taunts. In the tight, hot confines, a thick, stinging liquid had flooded the space where she was trapped. Try as she might to hold her breath, at long last Lois had to open her mouth, to let stale air escape...and then a hot liquid gulped down her throat, filled her lungs and stomach. Fed her air...and other things. A liquid foulness that began her transformation.

In her last moments of sanity, Lois Lane thought back to all the decisions she had made to come to this dire fate, and wondered what she might have done differently, how the outcome might have changed...but there were no answers.