End: Kara Wants To Fuck Lois...And Blaze Wants To Fuck Superman

As the now very masculine Kara crawled toward Lois Lane, her prick hard, the demon Blaze was absorbing this new information. Between her fingers, she held the ivory wand stained with Supergirl's virginal blood...and a plan formed swiftly in her mind. Here was an opportunity to strike a blow against Superman she had never dreamed...

Standing up, she held the wand in both hands. Ancient words passed her crimson throat. A vast magicla charge began to build...black sparks ran along her horns, and arced between them. Her great dark mane of hair slowly stood on end, so that her head seemed ringed with a black halo. The splashes of dried blood shifted...stretched...came together...and finally crept off the wand and onto the hands that held it. Like a living skin, they stretched out over Blaze's hands...which shrunk and shifted, now paler, younger, more feminine. The second skin crept up her arms, faster now as her chant echoed through her sanctum sanctorum beneath the club...over her shoulders, and then moving up and down. Scarlet teats became pale, freckled teats. Black hair became blonde. Her horns shrank back, her pussy tightened...and when Blaze opened her now blue eyes, she appeared to all the world like a naked Supergirl in all of her glory.

If anyone had looked out at Metropolis in the wee hours, they might have seen the naked form of a young woman flit through the sky...but how many do so? How many would say anything? Who would believe them? Until the naked woman landed lightly on the balcony of Clark Kent's apartment.

Even Superman slept...and to Blaze's delight, he slept in the nude, his great muscular form like the statue of some Greek demigod in the waning starlight. The demon wrapped in the form of Supergirl stalked toward the bed. He slept soundly, not even waking as her weight shifted the bedsprings. His hairless testicles lay between his legs like a pair of goose eggs, the fat soft cock a pale limp sausage.

She reached out to him—never had she known him this ****—and perhaps if she had come in her own form, his super-senses would have awakened him instantly. But the body she wore now smelled like a Kryptonian...felt like a Kryptonian...and as her soft fingers gently stroked the sensitive underside of his prick, it responded as ever Kryptonian man might, swelling an dgrowing stiff until it stood out from his body, tall and proud.

Blaze reached down between her own legs...and yes, she was wet. It would still be a tight fit, but she had confidence in herself. She came to squat over the supine Superman. angling his cock toward her cunt, and idly she wondered if he had ever dreamed of doing this with his actual cousin...and perhaps that was what he was dreaming of now.

The tip did not want to go in. Her cunny was too tight, and Blaze had to contort her body, as Superman was of no help at all. Not that she minded in the least. It was pleasant work, rubbing that tight twat against his swollen member until she found the right angle and enough lubrication to bear down...and then nearly hiss in pain. Kara was very tight down there, and it had been millennia since Blaze herself had been a virgin.

Superman did not stir. Not even as she slowly enveloped him, inch by inch sinking down into him, like a key in a rusty lock. By the time her weight settled in his crotch, Blaze was breathing hard, though still trying not to make a sound. This new body was too sensitive, the cock spreading her walls too far, rubbing too much against all the right places inside of her. Still, it was not her own climax that Blaze was working for.

Slowly, carefully, she began to grind. Moving her hips back and forth, squeezing her lips. He shifted a little now in his sleep, a look of consternation crossing his placid face. She frowned, but did not stop. Blaze knew he must be close now, and she knew that if this failed, he would be on his guard next time.

Her ass rose and fell, more siftly now, and she disregarded the aches and pains in her cunt, which was being **** to stretch too far, too fast for one who so recently was a virgin. In his sleep, Superman uttered a little moan, his hips beginning to shift of his own accord. His lips moved, and Blaze's heart thrilled when she heard the name that spilled forth into the night:

"Lois."

She redoubled her fucking fury. Wet squelching noises filled the night, and it was all she could do to suppress her cackling laughter as her hips slammed into his...and then she felt it. The sudden tension that filled his entire body. The hot spurt that hit the back of her pussy like the spray from a shotgun. Her fucking slowed down, her pussy squeezing as she sought to drain every drop from him...and then she waited, waited to see if her strategem had borne fruit.

She did not have to wait long.

It was his pectoral muscles, where Blaze saw the first sign. They softened, the little pink nipples looking puffy...and then, rapidly, the flesh around them began to fill out as well, until two distinct and unmistakable mounds rose from his chest.

Except it wasn't really a "him" any more. The cock slipped out of Blaze's cunny, and as she backed away she saw his genitals drawn up and seem to fold into themselves...until what was a handsome pair of cock and balls was now a puffy, hairdless slit, the engorged clitoris in its hood oversized, but otherwise perfectly normal.

Other, subtler changes camee across the Kryptonian's sleeping body. The face had softened and changed shape slightly, with a more pointed chin, fuller lips, longer eyelashes. His ass, normally so taut and muscular, now looked softer and fuller as well; although Blaze could not swear to it, even the hips looked wider, giving the sleeping Woman of Steel a wasp-waisted, bottom-heavy appearance.

Blaze smiled as she sliped out of his apartment, still clutching her vaginal muscles tight in the hope that none of his sperm would escape. She wished she could be there as the former Superman awoke in the morning...

"Ah...ah....aaagh!" Kara grunted as her cock slammed into Lois Lane's depths. For the first time in the young Kryptonian's life, she felt the thrill as her sperm shot through the length of her prick, and exploded inside a warm, willing, receptive body. They stayed like that for a moment, and then the exhausted reporter collapsed onto her face, ass still in the air.

"Thaaaaank you, Lois." Kara's voice shifted in mid-word, from the low-pitched masculine chords to a more high-pitched and familiar feminine tone. "I think that did it."

"I think that did me," Lois said. Her pussy was sore and hot. While the young Kryptonian hadn't tried to be rough, she didn't know her own strength, and Lois knew she'd have some interesting bruises in the morning.

Which, as dawn broke over Metropolis, she figured was right now. The reporter thought back to all that had happened tonight...sex, missing women, demons, Supergirl's gender bending...and smiled. It had all come out alright at the end. Blaze would release the missing women, Supergirl had lost her virginity in a couple of good ways and was back to being a woman again, and all was right in the world...

"Lois?" Kara asked. "You're on birth control, right?"