End: Lois Lane's Transgender Persona Escapes!

Lois Lane went back to her apartment. Pulled off her dirty clubwear, scrubbed the makeup from her face. Took a shower and drank a glass of wine, then laid herself down to sleep. Her night out was over...and if she had not made as much progress toward her goal, then perhaps she had made a start at least. There would be other nights to delve into the mysteries of the cult beneath the club, the women that had gone missing, the strange book with the spells that really worked...

...and as the reporter drifted off to sleep, the pins-and-needles sensation struck her just one more time...

...and as she lay there snoring softly, a very different Lois Lane sat up and slid out of bed.

There was a tiny cock between her thicker thighs, with a heavy prince albert piercing through the tip of the pecker. The ass was wider and heavier than the reporter's, with a pronounced droop, and the anus tucked in between was a well-traveled, puffy donut. Heavy breasts hung from her chest, with pierced nipples, and a split tongue with twin studs ran over full and generous lips.

The other Lois Lane squeezed her wider hips back into the red pants, not bothering with panties. None of her other self's bras would fit her tits, but the doppelganger found the largest blouse and pulled it down over her naked tits. She grabbed the emergency cash from where Lois had carefully hidden it, and the fake IDs the reporter used when she was undercover, and for good measure the emergency bottle of vodka from the fridge...and Lois Lane's alter ego smiled as she headed out into the night.

The bottle was half-empty by the time Lois found Rose. The young transwoman was sitting at the bar, sad and desolate.

"Oh!" Rose said. "I thought...you said you were going to turn in early?"

Lois smiled. "How about we go back to your place...and you can fuck my ass until your sperm sacks are empty. Then maybe I'll fuck your ass 'til it's sore and raw. And just when you think you've shot out every drop of watery spunk you have left inside of you, I'll suck you hard again and finger-fuck your boy pussy until you ejaculate your very soul into my mouth and I'll swallow it all?

Rose's hazel eyes grew wide during this speech. A crimson flush burned across her cheeks.

"Oh...okay."

In her bed, one Lois Lane tossed and turned. She dreamed of the stiff prick with its hard piercing that tapped against her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Of the hot tunnel her fingers were buried in as she sought out the wet, hard nugget of Rose's prostate. Felt the warm cum ooze out of her asshole. The other Lois Lane, freed from all restraint indulged herself to the fullest...an invisible bond between them.

In her club, the demon Blaze laughed at this turn of events...and wondered how long it would take, until the two Loises met...and what the result would be. Yet that is another story.