End: Lois Is Tempted By Their Bodies

The robes parted. Lois Lane sucked in her breath as she beheld their bodies...she had thought she recognized these women, but now she knew that they were nothing like they had been. They were not like normal women at all, but supermodels out to strut. Every tummy was flat and chiseled, every breast was swollen and perky. Their skin was flawless, their hair shiny and perfect, and they stood elegant and aching beautiful.

Lois could feel the tingle all over her body. Looking at these women made her realize how ugly and plain she was by comparison. She didn't have six pack abs. Her breasts were not that big, that perfectly proportioned; her pale skin had faint scars here and there, freckles, hairs... The women gave a little twirl, showcasing their perfect asses, the well-defined muscles of their backs. Now that Lois looked, she could see that even their faces were different from what they had looked like on their student IDs...more symmetrical, the teeth perfect, the noses straighter, the eyes bigger, the...

The reporter furrowed her brow. The tingle in her skin stopped, the pins-and-needles fading away.

"You're not perfect," Lois said aloud, as much to hear herself say it. "All of you...you don't even look like yourselves any more. I might not be a supermodel or a pornstar, but at least my father would recognize me."

Four pairs of eyes widened. There was shock there...hesitancy...doubt...and Lois knew the shot had struck home. These women were those uncomfortable with their own bodies, who had fallen into the trap of trying to subscribe to someone else's standard of beauty. Now here they were, acolytes of a literal demon. The reporter turned her angry gaze on the architect of these women's problem.

"You're a parasite," Lois took a step forward, shaking with rage. "Preying on their weakness!"

Blaze closed the book. She raised her head...and the image flickered. The hood and robe fell back, and Lois felt suddenly dizzy. The tingling was starting again...the pins and needles...but it wasn't localized in her breasts or ass, skin or bones. It felt like it was in her head.

"I am the desire that burns, Lois Lane," Blaze stepped forward, and the reporter's eyes could not seem to comprehend the whole of her at once. Blood red skin merged with blood red skin and blood red scales. Horns flickered about her brow, now straight, now curved; now dark, now white as ivory. She loomed over the reporter, taller than she had been a moment ago, and the pad of her feet on the cement of the temple floor was the soft click of a wolf's claws, the clatter of bifurcated hooves, the slither of a serpent.

There was something else too. Lois felt her eyes drawn down between those legs, and she nearly vomited, the pain in her head overwhelming, the pins and needles overwhelming all else. There was a dick there...a pussy...both...and they were shifting, ever-changing, like every cock and cunt of every shape and size, from every species she knew of and others she couldn't name, all overlaid one on the others, merging into one another, a cacophony of flesh. Despite herself, Lois could feel warm liquid flow from her eyes, and she didn't know if they were tears or blood.

"I am the flame that will consume you," the demon's voice was legion. Man and woman and everything in between, and somewhere in the back the crackle of a consuming fire. "The spell opened your aura to your own desires. Made your body and mind plastic...malleable. But how weak and small your human desires are...and I am not human. You decry their weakness, and it is true; their minds are so small, their desires so easily sated...but you...you have invited me to make of you a ****..."

Hands gripped the reporter's face, and Lois Lane stared full in Blaze's eyes.

It was like staring into a sun. Like every erotic image that Lois Lane had ever seen was there, at once, and the sum of those images formed a mosaic whose face was that of the demon Blaze. The reporter knew that she was locked in some supernatural struggle, and her body shivered in the demon's grip, but it was her mind and soul that were at stake here.

The spell had made Lois open to the demonic conflict, but it was her own desires that Blaze sought to use to shape her. The reporter could feel the pins-and-needles intensify inside her head, until all she could think about was what she thought was sexy, enticing, arousing, God she needed a fuck right now...

She fought it. Lois Lane could not raise her hands to strike, but whatever there was inside of her that fought back against the jeers and cat whistles of others, whatever inner voice picked her up whenever she felt down about her own body and appearance, it rose inside Lois Lane now...and she stared back at the demon Blaze and poured everything she had into that invisible struggle.

Even a sun can be eclipsed. Even a raging fire will burn itself out. Lois wasn't even sure she was doing anything more than barely holding onto her own self-image...when she was aware that Blaze's hands had started to tremble, and the images before her were...coalescing, flowing one into another. The pins-and-needles sensation filling her skull was still there, but it almost felt like...it was turning inside out.

Blaze was shrinking.

The onslaught of images redoubled briefly in intensity, but Lois was ready for it now. As the demon shook and shrank, the reporter's confidence in her own self-image increased. The reporter bared her teeth, eyes itching, unwilling to blink, but she managed to say:

"I am pretty."

The demon was as tall as Lois was now, and the images were dimming, the features melding into something terribly familiar...and human. No more horns now. No scarlet skin. A simple, clean pussy between her legs. Stomach flat but not ripped with muscle. Breasts small, teardrop-shaped, with just the slightest hint of sag. The last part of Blaze that remained were the eyes, pure white with no pupil and iris...and Lois could almost feel the pins and needles sensation draining out of her.

Blaze was a creature of desires...and she had just run up against a desire she had not expected. Lois Lane's desire to remain herself, against all else.

With a shudder, the demon blinked...and sagged. Lois Lane stepped forward and caught her. The skin was familiar...she could actually feel her own hands holding her up. Blaze looked up at Lois and opened her eyes...

It was like staring into a mirror. Lois Lane's face. Lois Lane's eyes. The reporter held her new twin, and through some empathic link, she could feel her own hands against the woman's naked skin.

The acolytes cried out as, almost instantly, they reverted to their old bodies. Quickly, the four naked women grabbed their robes, seeking to hide their imperfect bodies.

Lois Lane held her new "sister" and stepped over to pick up the book where it had fallen. She looked around at the former acolytes, the former demon clutching her.

"I want interviews from all of you," the reporter said. Then she looked down at the transformed demon. "After that...I guess we'll need to figure out what to do with you."

Which is how Lois Lane's night ended, in a small temple beneath a club. The cult of the demon Blaze was broken, and the demon herself...became subservient to a greater desire than all the temptations she could dangle in front of Lois Lane.

As the dawn ended, Lois took her "sister" home. But what happened after...well, that is another story.