End: Let Blaze Drink Her Fill

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Lois Lane spoke to the cockslut who howled as the reporter's newgrown cock plundered her tight asshole. Blaze was already beyond words, lost in her own little world. Something like pity filled the reporter's breast...but she hardened her heart as she thought about the former women in the next room. Being milked like animals. Lois knew that was the same fate which Blaze had intended for her.

By **** of will, Lois **** her cock, inch by inch, out of the dickgirl's ass. The thumb of her left hand dived into the gaped asshole as her prick withdrew from its warm, tight hole—and the slut before her held the pink tunnel open as best she could. A mewl came from Blaze's lips, a wordless expression of want and need.

With her right hand, Lois slowly tipped the Black Grail.

A ribbon of ebon liquid streamed out of the cup and into the dark cave of Blaze's ass. The demon shuddered and moaned, the pitch different from before. Like the pitiful ghostly wail of a lost soul...mixed with the final orgasm of an ancient whore.

Lois had tasted the Black Grail once. She knew how terrible the need was, even now, within her. To taste it again. Now, with her cock stiff and **** for more, Lois felt she understood the price of that terrible power. To give in to lust...to let it master you...was to be utterly transformed by it. To lose oneself entirely.

"I'm not just a slut," Lois whispered to herself. "I'm a reporter. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter. And you...you're going to get what's coming to you, in the end."

The reporter brought the Black Grail down until the lip of the chalice touched the pink rim of Blaze's asshole. Lois knew that the dickgirl's colon should have overflowed by now, just as the grail should have been emptied; but the cup was bottomless, and so was Blaze's capacity to absorb it through her ass. With a wrench, Lois pulled hard at the top of Blaze's asshole with her left hand...and shoved the cup hard against the distended orifice with her right.

It should not have worked. The cup was too big, the asshole too small. It should have slipped, fallen, or just made a mess. There was a point where Lois struggled, and there was something in that struggle that went beyond mere muscle. As though it was her naked will against the obstinate spirit of the cup, and ageless and eternal as that artifact might be, it was static and unable to change—while Lois Lane's will grew harder and fiercer as frustration set in. Lois finally brought both hands against the base of the grail, and Blaze's howl grew in pitch as she pressed backward...and backward...her ass obscenely distended as it stretched over the carved sides of the ancient chalice...until with a rush of victory, Lois felt something give within the dickgirl, and the Black Grail slid into her ass, until only the dark black circle of the base remained.

Blaze ceased to howl. She stood there, hands on the altar. Her whole body shook as with a palsy. Then she turned to Lois, and the eyes were almost sad—but they were pure black, liquid black, like twin pools into the darkness between the stars. A rumble sounded from deep inside the dickgirl's stomach, which Lois saw was slowly inflated, a round dome that was darker than the flesh that surrounded it, like an obscene balloon.

"Run."

Lois ran.

Her stiff cock pointed straight ahead as she fled through the door of the chapel into the milking chamber. Hurriedly, she grabbed at the harnesses. Screamed commands awoke the "nurses," who began to help her. From the chapel there came an immense groan...and then a crash. The reporter herded the dickgirls, many of whose cocks and asses still leaked with cum, out. Through the club. The Black Door. Upstairs and out of the building. As she went, the screams and crashes grew. Lois barely glanced back, but when she did she saw only a wall of flesh that crushed everything in its path.

She was outside in the crowd, and heard the sirens of police cars and fire trucks arrive when the head of the gigantic penis broke through the roof. For a moment, it looked for all the world like the warehouse had gained a gigantic dome to rival the capital building in Washington, D.C.

Then it came. Like every oil derrick in Texas had burst at once. A vast dark geyser that hit the clouds...and feel back over Metropolis as a dark, oily rain.

Lois Lane didn't have to turn and see as she heard the cries go up around her as the black rain hit the assembled crowd. Men sprouted breasts. Women grew cocks. Clubgoers, police, firemen, old women that were out late at night walking their dogs, random passers-by...she could almost read tomorrow's headlines as the monstrous ejaculation continued on and on. Thought of chemical spills that transformed frogs into strange hermaphroditic creatures. Maybe that would be the cover story. A chemical spell. Mutations. Metropolis was about to get several hundred new people of new and undefined genital situations.

The cock exploded. A black wave ran over the sides of the building. No one assembled below could escape it, and Lois barely noticed as the black tied of cum washed over her feet, ankle-deep. Drained down the gutters to the sewers. She wondered how far the taint would go...

...and, as people began to panic and cops milled about in confusion, clutching at new cocks and cunts, Lois took a step toward the building...only to see it collapse, implode. The walls fell into each other and a vast cloud of dust around and washed over the crowd. When Lois Lane could open her eyes again, the Black Grail was buried under a mountain of rubble.

Lois turned. She didn't bother to hide her cock. Instead, she called her editor.

"This is Lois Lane. I'm on the scene in downtown Metropolis, where a mysterious black rain has fallen—we can call it the Genderstorm—"

As dawn came, the reporter wondered if she would get a Pulitzer for this one.