End: Lois Blaze Wants Superman To Fill Her Sissy Ass

Eldritch senses swept across the firmament, zeroing in on the Man of Steel—currently in his mortal guise as Clark Kent, busy in his apartment finishing up an article in between fighting crime and saving the planet. Lois Blaze licked her lips...and reshaped herself to suit him.

The dark horns pulled into her forehead, the blood-red skin paled to a healthy pink. Her ass, wider than before, she kept, and the red pants shifted and shortened to a tight skirt. No underwear, easy access...and a small pink cage slipped onto her clitty, locking in place, the key on a chain about her neck.

With a thought, the demonic reporter stepped through the shadows beneath the world, and out into the hallway of Clark Kent's apartment building. She knocked on his door...and when Clark Kent answered, in his bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers, Lois stood up on his toes and met him with a kiss.

The Man of Steel backpedaled into his apartment, Lois clutching onto his robe. She shut the door behind her with a sweep of her foot. Dimly, she remembered the layout of the rooms...and guided him toward where his bedroom, and his bed, should be. The backs of his legs finally touched the edge of the mattress and Lois leaped into his arms, expecting him to fall back into the bed, his cock in the air for her to sit on.

Yet a hint of Superman came out from beneath the mild-mannered demeanor of Clark Kent.

"Lois!" he said, breaking the kiss. "What's gotten into you!?"

Lois looked into his eyes...and more than half-consciously her demonic power began to gnaw away at his iron will. The sissy reporter slipped her legs around his hips, pulling his heels aside.

"Smallville...I've had a long night. Some unexpected experiences. Gotten in touch with parts of myself that I've repressed for a long time. I feel like a new person. And...I'm tired of beating around the bush. Waiting for something to happen between us. So I decided to make something happen."

Which was all true. Lois let her knees relax a little, sliding down until his stiff erection was between the top of her thighs, her sissy balls resting atop his rod. Hard as he was, her entire weight could rest on Superman's prick and her toes not even touch the ground.

"This...this isn't right..." Superman said...but his voice was unsure. Lois Blaze flexed her power, tiny scalpels of black lightning in his brain, selectively editing his memories. Emphasizing his attraction to her ass, erasing the smell of her old pussy. What surprised Lois was how easy it was. Girl or boy, bimbo or sissy...Superman loved Lois Lane. It was enough to melt her demonic heart. If she had panties on, they would have dropped for him.

Except she had no panties on...and as he collapsed softly into the bed, Lois slid her skirt up about her waist, so he could see the cage, so that she could press the tip of his big dick against her pre-lubricated canal.

"Face it, Smallville," she whispered huskily. "You hit the jackpot!"

It was a corny line that Lois Lane had read in a comic book a long time ago...but as her ass greedily swallowed his cock-helmet, as her sphincter stretched to accommodate a shaft that could have fucked a hole through a mountain, Lois bit her lip and felt a drop of jizz ooze out of her little sissy clitty.

She never knew having a cock in her boypussy could feel so good. Clark Kent, beneath her, gasped in shock as she took his virginity. His big hands came onto her widened hips and crushed her to him. The cock punched deeper into her ass, spreading the hole...and again, her demonic power went to work, resizing herself for him. Literally taking the shape of his cock.

Their hips rolled together, and she peeled open his robe, to trace the broad pecs, the washboard abs. All clean muscle, no trace of fat. Her fingers tweaked his stiff little nipples. A part of her wondered what he might look like with tits...but she tamped that down. Something for later.

Superman looked up at her...**** to magic, he didn't know what was going on. Yet he asked her, by some flash of instinct:

"What has gotten into you tonight?"

Lois Blaze tried on that strange half-smile she had inherited; her ass clamped tight and she felt the burning liquid heat inside of her as Superman tensed and shuddered, shooting his seed deep into her guts...and she said, quite honestly:

"I'm a Blaze, with desire for you."

Then she pulled off her shirt, revealing the small, familiar titties...and pressed her body against him, her mouth seeking his. They kissed...and Lois Lane felt, deep inside of her, whatever remained of the old Blaze rail at her to finish him, destroy him, reap his soul...and the sissy reporter snuffed that out.

The old Blaze was dead, long live Lois Blaze!