End: Blaze Loves Huge Assholes And Cannot Lie

The dickgirl's foot pressed down...and then the trapped reporter felt fingertips slide along the top of the foot.

"I want to confess something to you, Lois," Blaze said. "I've always had a fetish for really big, puffy assholes. It's like that little secret that no one can see when a woman is fully-clothed, but which a woman can't escape. I just want to give you a massive fucking donut. The biggest, nastiest, puffiest asshole on the planet. An ass so swollen and disgusting that the only one who can satisfy it is me."

Lois Lane did not need that particular insight into Blaze's psychology. She also didn't need an asshole big enough that she'd need a horsecock dildo to keep her satisfied at night...and that thought brought the reporter up cold.

What the hell am I thinking!? Lois thought. I was practically an anal virgin before this, and now I'm...I'm...

Strange thoughts twirled through the reporter's brain as the dickgirl's well-lubed fingers slid into her ass. The elastic tissues stretched, tore, healed, and stretched some more. The whole process was both painful and exquisite. Lois could hardly describe what was happening to her...it was like the inhuman monster was reshaping her cunt, pulling and stretching at it with foot and hand. The reporter moaned incoherently, eyes rolling up back in her head, pussy juice squirting from her trapped cunny and dunning down the inside of the latex shell.

The reporter's ass was getting destroyed and rebuilt...and Lois was moaning like a whore while it happened. The dickgirl's fingers dug into the reporter's anus, and Lois found herself pressing herself backwards, trying to work that hand in farther, to stretch her ass out more. Trapped in that latex hell, Lois Lane found herself giving in to that strang, carnal impulse...and for an unknown period of time, she felt some connection with the inhuman monster that was Angelica Blaze, as though they were tuned in to the same perverted wavelength.

The foot slipped out of the gaping ass, but only so that Blaze could bring both hands to bear, pulling the reporter's ass apart, rolling the rim. Lois felt teeth bite into the engorged anus, the thumbs roll her tissue back...and then she felt the wrists rub against the inside of her sphincter as both hands plunged into the pink abyss of her distended butthole.

Wordless, inarticulate cries and moans came forth from the reporter's mouth in a torrent as Blaze double-fisted the helpless reporter's ass. Further and further she plunged, deeper and deeper, until her forearms rubbed against each other and Lois felt like she could have passed a pineapple without injury or difficulty...and such was the terrible power of the runes that each little burst of pain as tissue tore was almost instantly healed, new flesh growing in to cover the wound without mark or scar.

Elbows rubbed at the reporter's ass now...and it was too much. The heat, the dehydration, the chain of terrible climaxes bursting in Lois Lane's brain overcame her, and with a last wail as if she was cumming with her very soul, she passed out.

The sun rose over Metropolis on a grey and misty day. The clouds refused to allow the bright rays to burn with their full power, not until late in the morning...when one solitary shaft pierced the clouds and settled on the window of Lois Lane. The reporter squinted against the sudden burst of golden light and held up her hand to shade her eyes. As she clambered away from the bed and toward the comforting darkness of the bathroom, bits and pieces of the night came to her...and she shuddered when she realized she had no memory of what happened after she had passed out. No idea how she had gotten home, to her own bed.

"Did it even happen?" Lois whispered...and knew there was only one way to find out.

Her hand slid under her panties and crept down the crack of her ass. Fingertips touched the rim of her ass...and Lois gave a little cry as where before there had been a pert little divot of an anus, now her fingers explored a ridge of swollen flesh, the sunken hole buried in a puffy, protruding anus that felt massive between her pert cheeks.

Lois steadied herself against the sink, knowing that if she could only see it, she would find a fine ring of runes tattooed around her gross anus...proof positive that her night out had happened, and that Lois was going to have to live with the consequences.