End: It's Too Late To Resist. Lois Lane Is Fucked.

There was some terrible disconnect between Lois Lane's brain and her mouth. Her body felt alien to her, slick and nude, tits and ass swollen to the point of stiffness. Angelica guided her out of the room, out where the cameras were...to where the bed had been changed to one with black rubber sheets, and the lights were on, burning bright, chasing away all of the shadows.

Four women waited for her. Smiling. Eyes bright and vapid. Tall and short, broad or thin, Lois recognized their breasts and ass, which looked huge...bigger than they had been on their school photos. Because Lois recognized the missing women she had come to save, the students from Metropolis University: Diana Reynolds, Jenny Dunlap, Mara de la Cruz, and Tonya Wong. All naked and greased up. Waiting for her, the new star ready to make her first appearance in porn.

Except there were differences. Lois could see that now. Their breasts and asses were bigger, but they didn't have the same reddish, bee-stung look as the reporter's own. They sagged a little, and looked altogether more natural in every way except for size.

"You can't just stretch out the body like that without a few permanent changes," Angelica whispered as the director called for quiet on the set. " Lois tried to dig in her heels, but her feet wouldn't obey her. Angelica turned Lois around, so that her back was to the women. Over Angelica's shoulder, she saw Tyrell counting a wad of bills. "Don't worry. You won't look like that, at least for a while."

Lois fell backwards onto the rubber sheets.

"Action!"

Four vapid smiled descended on her. Lois tried to scream...only to find a fat, oiled tit stuffed into her mouth. Hands slid along her oiled body, fingers rubbing between her thighs, grabbing at her breasts. Girlish giggles, brainless and somehow naughty sounded as slick fingers slid into her pussy and ass. Lois tried to thrash, to fight...but she was outnumbered, overwhelmed...and then they began to press their bodies against hers, grabbing and rubbing up her thighs and arms between her legs. The reporter gasped for breath as they held her spreadeagled, kissing and squeezing, fingers pulling her cunt open...

Angelica Blaze slowly disrobed. No bimbo there. Her body was slim, almost bony, well-defined muscles rolling under the skin. Her breasts small, her butt small but muscular. The bimbos shot cum-hither eyes, imploring her to come, to taste...and as Angelica stalked forward like the angel of ****, Lois Lane's violet eyes caught on hers...and with a cold shock, Lois realized it was true. Angelica did like to watch.

But sometimes, she liked to do more than just watch.

A hot mouth descended on the reporter's cunt, the tongue pressing past the slick, oiled fingers. The reporter moaned, and her despair was drowned out by the mindless lust of the four sluts humping her arms and legs, rubbing their pussies against her elbows and thighs, holding Lois down with the weight of their bodies and almost maniacal strength...and Blaze's head was buried between the reporter's legs, tongue traveling from her cunt to her asshole and back again, and Lois puffed up her chest and bucked her hips, unable to do anything to stop the climax that was building and building inside of her...

Her hips juddered, spraying her juices across the woman's face. Angelica laughed aloud, the grips with the microphones easing in overhead to capture the sound, the cameras zooming in for the closeups...and that was when Lois noticed the dildos and strap-ons stuck to the wall, ready for use...

Angelica climbed over Lois, completely ignoring the bimbos squirming on the pinned reporter's limbs. The woman's right hand came up with a very familiar pill. Her left hand groped and squeezed the reporter's breast.

"One last choice, Lois," Angelica whispered. Lois cried as the weight of the woman's body seemed to crush her tit. "You can finish the video like this...or...you can have some fun. I'll even give you something to help wash it down with."

The fingers came down. Lois felt the hard pill against her teeth. Instinctively, she tried to bite the thumb...but Angelica was too fast, and the teeth crunched down on the pill. A very familiar taste filled the reporter's mouth...and Angelica opened her own mouth and spat. A line of drool drizzled down between the reporter's lips.

Lois Lane's heard felt as though it was sinking into a dark pit as she swallowed pills and spit.

The rest of the night was a blur. Pussies crammed into the reporter's face. Slick fingers and tongues delving into the crack of her ass, squeezing into her cunny. At one point Lois couldn't count the number of fingers inside of her, but she knew that all four women had their hands busy and Lois Lane's tongue was slathering Angelica's pretty pink pussy, lapping away at it like...like...

Lois couldn't think of what. Couldn't think of much of anything. The director sat back and directed the cameras, wondering how he was going to edit Lesbian Gangbang Fuckmeat together...and wondering what was going to be left of their star's brain after her first night as a big-tittied, big-assed bimbo pornstar.