End: Blaze Always Wanted A Daughter

In her strange and adventurous life, Lois Lane had grown somewhat complacent about the idea that Superman would save her. That he was just a scream away. Intellectually, she knew that wasn't the case. Knew that she shouldn't rely on him, that she needed to stand on her own two feet, save herself if she could.

Which absolutely did nothing to reassure her when the giant scary demon tore off Lois Lane's clothes and shoved her headfirst into her vagina.

On the grotesquely extended form, the vagina was a two-foot slit, so it almost seemed like the two elongated legs split at the crotch. The lips peeled back from the labia to reveal meat-red gums set with hundreds of tiny white teeth, a terrible parody of a lower mouth. Hot, black liquid like tar dripped onto the bathroom floor...and as Lois stared, something black and ropy fell out of the tremendous cunt...and then began to snake across the floor toward the naked reporter.

Lois squirmed. She kicked uselessly at the air. The hot breath of Blaze's cunt washed over her, an acidic foulness that reminded Lois of boiling vinegar. Above her, Blaze chuckled.

"Yes, fight! I've always wanted a daughter. Someone strong enough to come through the process intact. All those other women were two weak-willed. They lost themselves, and their bodies broke down. But you...you're different..."

"Monster! Bitch!" Lois yelled...and then she felt it. A sting, in her abdomen. She stared down at her navel, and saw the black rope from Blaze's foul cunt had attached itself to her navel. Little black veins crawled outward from it, beneath her skin.

"No," Lois whispered.

"Yesss..." Blaze said, and drew the reporter into her.

As the reporter's head was engulfed into the soft, dark, heat of Blaze's body, Lois Lane screamed. She screamed from the bottom of her soul. Not for Superman. Not for help. Lois Lane screamed because that was all she could do, as the inhumanly strong demon pushed the reporter's body deeper inside of her grotesque form.

Lois couldn't see the pale skin on the body bulge and split. Couldn't see her hair as it dissolved, or the weird tint that came to her skin as the dark umbilical fed Blaze's blood into the reporter's system. She could only feel the hot walls that clamped tight around her, the muscles that sucked her in. The cloying darkness, the hands that she kicked against as she was **** further in, until she could go no further. The reporter thrashed in the demon's womb, sudden claustrophobia caused her to rip at the walls as she was bent into a fetal crouch. She tore at the umbilical, but could not pull it out. Brought it to her teeth, only to find they had already receded into her gums.

The darkness of Blaze's womb was absolute. The wetness grew and grew. With every breath, Lois could feel the liquid flow into her lungs. Her scream became a gurgle. Then a silent wail in her mind. Her world collapsed into rage and defiance, rebellion and ****.

The giant demon cooed as she rubbed her distended abdomen, a swollen scarlet dome now big enough to hold a grown woman.

"That's it, sweetmeat," Blaze cooed, in the wreckage of the bathroom. The demon shed the remains of her disguise; the pale form of Lana Lang sloughed off like the dead leaves of a tree. Already, the scarlet succubus could feel the changes start in her own body. The soft soreness of her breasts, the creak of hip-bones. It would take months, as the spiritual pressure of Blaze's spirit condensed and corrupted the reporter's spirit, like a oyster fashioning a black pearl. Months for the reporter's body to be rebuilt, as Blaze's demonic taint seeped into every cell of the reporter's being.

When she emerged, Blaze knew, she would partake of her body and blood; a creature fashioned from her power and Lois Lane's strong soul. A weapon to point at her enemies. The demon grinned, and reached down past her bulging belly to rub at her cunny.

"You won't even remember your old life, daughter," Blaze whispered. "No Lois Lane. No night out. We'll have to think of a new name for you. A new identity."

In her womb, all that was left of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could not hear her surrogate mother's words...but afloat in amniotic fluid, she twitched and kicked, lost in a dream from which she would not awaken. Not at the same being. Yet hers is another story.