End: Lois Finds Out What She Truly Desires

Something clicked in Lois Lane as her twin tongue-studs trailed down from the squirting pussy to the unknown promise of the tattooed blonde's asshole. Inside, she was still Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, who had come to this club to find those missing women. Yet she was also...something else. Maybe it had been the spell, or maybe the spell had only been the catalyst that allowed her to finally embrace her desires.

The twin tongues squirmed against the tight little pucker, and the tattooed and pierced stranger moaned like a bitch in heat as the transformed reporter's tongues squirmed into the hot little hole, which tasted freshly clean. Lois pressed her face forward until her nose was almost in the woman's twat, tongue sliding deep inside that ass, the twin studs scraping along the walls of the woman's colon. Lois felt her upper lip against the woman's taint, and her hands slipped down to cup and squeeze the firm globes of her ass.

It felt right. Good.

I should do this every night, Lois told herself as the tongue invaded her lover's hot little hole. In fact, why don't I?

Why be Lois Lane at all? She didn't look like her anymore. Dark chocolate skin, big fat tits, a massive ass begging to be fucked...elaborate tattoos, pierced tits, pierced ears, pierced twat...and a split tongue with a taste for lady holes. Why go back to the life of the slim, prim & proper reporter, flat as a board, so afraid to embrace change. Lois Lane would never find herself in an elevator with her tongue buried in a strange woman's ass, that's for sure.

"Fuck, that is just fucking...yeah, dig in there!" The blonde said. "Shit, if you ever want to do this professionally, I got a friend with a studio, we can put this shit on the internet and make some real money..."

Lois raised her violet eyes from the pink pussy in front of her face. The eyes were the only thing that hadn't changed about her. She drew her tongue out her lover's asshole slowly, letting it slip over the woman's cunt in one long, slow, steady lick.

She smiled. Not forgetting about the spellbook or the missing women but...mentally putting them on hold for the moment. The night was far from over, and there were possibilities that Lois wanted to explore.

"Yeah?" The reporter said.

"Y-yeah!" The muscular blonde said. "She's got a legit porn studio set up, always wants me to come over and...and fuck. I mean, I'll blow a guy on camera for cash, but I really prefer girls...and I mean, you're hot as fuck..."

Yes I am, Lois thought with a smile. She licked her lips, tasting the woman on her. Having sex in front of a camera was something she'd never thought about doing as little old Lois Lane. But now...

"Let's go," she said, embracing the impulse. "I think I'd like to eat your ass out on camera. And a few more things..."

"Fuck yes!" The blonde said. She smiled, blushed, held out a hand. "I'm uh...I'm Brit by the way. Short for Brittney. But I don't like people to call me that."

"Hello Brit," Lois said. "You can call me L...izzie. Lizzie Long."

"Well Lizzie," the blonde said, hitting the button to start the elevator again. "I hope you're ready to be a porn star!"

L.L. smiled. She swore she could feel a pins-and-needles sensation inside her head. Wondered if the spell was changing her brain. Somehow, the former reporter didn't care. The night ahead looked like it was going to give her everything she desired.

"You know," she said, feeling the old Lois Lane fade away. "I really am."