End: Lois Lane's Body Begins To Change

Physics had never been Lois Lane's strong suit. She had heard of Einstein's famous theory that E = mc²—that energy and mass were two sides of the same coin, and she had barely understood the implications, that vasty concentrations of energy could distort space-time as much as the mass of a planet or star—but for the most part, the reporter did not try to wrap her head around the math or the implications.

Which was unfortunate, because with her lips wrapped around Circe's dog-cock, and the magical energy building and building around her as the sorceress engaged in a magical contest that the reporter could barely understand, Lois Lane was about to get a practical crash course in relativity.

Time, from her perspective, seemed to slow. Her heartbeat surged in and out like the tide in her chest. Before her eyes, the small distance between her nose and the witch's pubic hair stretched out and out, until Lois could clearly see the scarlet donut of the knot on the dog's dick, an impossible five inches in diameter...though to Lois Lane, at that moment, it seemed as big as a steering wheel.

How went the magical conflict, Lois knew not...but as waves of multicolored light slid over her, she could feel those strange shifts in perspective overtake her. It was impossible, but her lips seemed to crawl forward...up and over that red knot in a slow wave of pink flesh. The pointed tip of the dog cock seemed to stretch down her throat, until Lois could feel it in her chest, a gigantic tube of animal heat that throbbed and pulsed against her heart.

It should have been impossible. No human mouth could stretch so wide, no human esophagus could be penetrated so deeply. Yet the reporter felt the dim burn in her lungs as the oxygen was cut off...felt the massive donut of the knot against the top of her mouth, and pinning her tongue to the floor. Ancient Greek imprecations like Homer with Tourettes poured out from Circe's lips, yet all Lois Lane knew was that her lips came together on the other side of that knot...and somehow she was alive, her elastic flesh stretched out impossibly wide to hold the whole of that canine cock, which now felt positively cartoonish in dimensions, inside her body.

As her vision began to dim, Lois was aware of a cry of triumph from Circe—and then another, more familiar sound. An animalistic grunt that accompanied a sudden urgent pulsing of that gigantic cock...and a terrible pain struck Lois Lane's guts.

It had to be the magic; Lois could think of no other reason. It was impossible for so much hot cum to flood her stomach, to rush down through her intestines. There wasn't time for it to fill her insides, to put pressure on the contents of her guts, to **** through the bubbles of gas until her ass quivered...and yet, in less time than it takes to tell of it, Lois felt the inner pressure expand and expand until she could take no more...

She could not see the white flood of enchanted jizz that burst out of her asshole like water from a firehose...could barely grope at her distended gut as what felt like gallons of cum surged through her system, leaving behind a residue of magic that made subtle but permanent alterations to her cells. Unable to breathe around Circe's knot, the reporter succumbed to darkness and oblivion...

Lois awoke on a familiar sandy beach. Four pairs of hands were massaging her arms, legs, and back. The reporter coughed and sputtered, a bitter-tasting slime erupting from her lungs onto the sand. She blinked and stared at the grey-white goo, resisting a sudden urge to lick it up.

"Um...Ma'am? She's awake," a female voice said.

The reporter, who realized she was naked, **** herself up onto her arms, coughing and sputtering. She looked up...and saw, around her, the forms of the four missing women she had tried to find. The ones whose names she had given to Circe. They wore simple white shifts, and seemed in good health...but they had haunted eyes.

"Ah, my dear," Circe said, wearing now a purple loincloth and nothing else, her pale breasts beginning to bronze and tan. There was no sign now of the great canine cock that had previously been between the sorceress' legs. "Apparently a demon of no small power was behind this club—and did not appreciate my intrusion into her business. Well, she is dealt with, and those you sought are free."

Lois rolled over, cum dribbling down her chin. Her throat felt raw, and her jaws ached. Just above her pussy, Circe's brand itched.

"What...happened?" Lois asked.

Circe smiled. "You were caught, for a moment, in the web of near-cosmic forces. Your body, faced with impossible conditions, and flushed with magical energy...adapted. It has left you with some interesting alterations to your anatomy."

"What...kind of changes?" Lois asked.

"Open your mouth," Circe said.

Obediently, Lois did. The sorceress raised her right leg and extended it. The toes touched on the reporter's bottom row of teeth. Circe pressed her foot forward...and instinctively, Lois tried to open her mouth wider.

Until the sorceress' entire foot was in her mouth, sand on Lois Lane's tongue, Circe's big toe tickling the back of her throat.

"No gag reflex, either," Circe said approvingly. "I think we shall have fun exploring the limits of your new power, my dear..."

So they did. But by that hour, out in Metropolis the sun had begun to burn through the clouds and fog, and the roosters crowed. Lois Lane's night out was over...and not entirely unsuccessful had been her adventure, for she had found that which she had sought. Yet it would be some time before Circe released the reporter to return to her normal life...and the adventures of Lois Lane and the sorceress is another story, just beginning.