End: Hack the Gibson

Lois Lane was a reporter, not a hacker. Yet she was friends with one of the best hackers in the world...and as she tapped away at her phone with her odd front limbs, while her lover Lana Lang pounded away at the reporter's cunny with what felt like genuine abandon, an alert went out to Barbara Gordon...the Batgirl...once known as Oracle.

No sooner had Lois seen the familiar green facemask appear on the screen than she gave a yelp, as it felt like Lana's prick was getting even bigger inside of her.

"Bitches," Blaze said. "Maybe I'll have her cock grow until it bursts through your belly. Or I'll make your womb swell with life and give birth, right here and now, to some squalling demonic thing!"

The demon was luxuriating in her power, and Lois moaned and groaned as she felt strange hard bumps form along the length of her lover's shaft, stretching out and stimulating her pussy which was already at its limit...and Lana was crying, in a mixture of lust and terror.

"You can't see it, Lois," the demon dropped into a squat next to the reporter. The woman, on all fours on her dog-legs, tried to push the phone away...but Blaze's eyes were focused on the meaty, animalistic cunt that was even now shifting under her will, to better accommodate the mutating tool that was threatening to ream the reporter out. "But Lana's balls are growing with each thrust. Soon, she'll be making cum faster than she can release it. The pain is going to be intense as she cums and cums and cums inside you, and yet it'll never be enough, and the more she cums the more it'll hurt..."

There was a sadist's joy in Blaze's voice, and Lois grit her teeth as she felt a hot, sloppy mess begin to drip out of her cunny...and agitation was growing inside of her because the bumps were going, stretching out her already inhumanely wide cunny, and to the reporter, it almost thought they were starting to feel...sharp.

Now the bumps were scraping at her pussy...catching at the walls...and even the hot spunk pumping into her pussy couldn't lubricate her pussy against the absolutely spikes that felt like they were scratching the inside of her pussy with each stroke, and Lana was crying, because Lois had no doubt that she could feel it too...

Then her phone gave a strange little series of bings.

Blaze frowned...and Lois was looking at her, squatting there like the devil herself, horns growing from her head, pure white eyes almost glowing as she prepared to see Lana's demonic dick rip Lois Lane's cunt to pieces...

The next moment, Lois was staring at a very confused-looking red toad with white eyes.

A moment later, Lana's hips slammed against the reporter's ass...and both women blinked as they realized they were back to their old selves. No cocks, no demonic pussies, no dog limbs. Just two half-dressed women in a strange mockery of sex.

Lois reached over and picked up the phone.

"Your demon is pretty powerful," Batgirl said. "But she codes like a highschooler. I've transferred ownership of the app to myself."

The red frog gave a slight croak, and made an experimental hop. Lana caught her in mid-leap.

"I've locked out her account...and there's some other fine print in there that app users can't hurt one another with magic," Batgirl said smugly. "So you're safe."

"What about, um," Lois coughed. "Our...changes?"

"I'm still going through the code," Batgirl said. "Changes still can't go beyond the club...yet. But you'd better take Blaze with you."

Lana ran her hand against the reporter's bare muff.

"It's okay, Lois," the redhead said quietly. "Even with a dick, we can still make each other happy."

Lois swallowed hard...and then a thought occurred to her.

"Batgirl...can you access how many people have the app? I've been looking for these missing women."

"Already on it," the hero said. "I'll send you the list before morning. But Clayface just broke out of Arkham, so..."

"Go do your thing," Lois said. "And Batgirl? Thank you. I really appreciate it."

The phone rang off. Lois turned toward her lover...still amazed that her pussy was in one piece.

"So...what now?" Lana asked, blinking her big blue eyes.

"Well...we get dressed. Find an all-night pet shop, so we can give Blaze an aquarium..." Lois smiled, her violet eyes half-lidded, "...and maybe we see what each other's pussies taste like?"

"I'd like that," Lana said, giving the frog a little squeeze that threatened to make the glowing white eyes bug out of its head. "Very much."

So they did.