End: Lois Lane Is Reshaped Into A Submissive Servant

Spasming as climax mounted into climax, the reporter was barely aware as strong, hot fingers pressed against the flesh of her lower back...and that flesh, so firm and supple, grew crimson beneath that touch. Lois Lane's pussy squeezed, squirting involuntarily against the floor, her brain reduced to a quivering fuckpuddle by the massive plug stuffing her ass. Unable to muster even the slightest bit of resistance as the scarlet fingers, burning with inhuman heat, shaped her flesh like clay.

The vertebrae grew more distinct along the reporter's spine. The skin drew taut as the bones grew, hugging her ribs. Fat melted away, boiling in small yellow dribbles around the fingers of the fleshcrafter, and the crimson flush of Lois Lane's skin spread over her abdomen, down her buttocks...the bright pink stretched asshole and pussy darkening as they flooded with a demonic taint, becoming black as midnight...and dark pitch seeped and dropped out of the transformed woman's pussy, oozing in long sticky strings to the floor.

As the dark spikes broke the skin along Lois Lane's spine, the scarlet fingers had already moved on, curling around her body, grasping the small breasts, clutching the tiny nipples between her fingers...nipples that darkened and thickened, as the breasts swelled to press against those hands, tit-flesh squeezing out between the fingers. Lois gasped...and then a warm set of lips pressed against her left ear, a hot breath seemed to blow into her brain.

"Good bitch. Stay."

Lois couldn't have moved then if she wanted to. Her body shook, no longer just in pleasure, but as muscles moved, grew, rearranged themselves. Fingers cracked as they elongated, stretching out. The skin between her fingers webbed, and as the webbing spread out it stretched along her arms, and down her torso. She could not see the blood-colored skin that spread over her shoulders, or how her fingernails popped off to make way for dark claws to push themselves through.

Scarlet hands grabbed Lois Lane's face and pulled her back. Black crept into the white of the transformed reporter's eyes, her lips swelled and pouted, teeth grew sharp and pointed. A sharp, splitting pain in the reporter's skull heralded the small horns that burst from her forehead. The pink skin around them darkened to blood red, and the reporter's tongue, too large now for her mouth, coiled out as a long, black twisting muscle.

The transforming hands slipped down to run along the reporter's thighs...and Lois spasmed and squirmed as fur as black as her hair burst from muscular thighs. Feet and ankles stretched and scrabbled, the soles of the feet becoming lupine pads, the toes tipped with dark claws.

The hands converged between the reporter's hairy, wolf-like legs, and Lois screamed, growled, spat, flapping her bat-like wings, tongue lolling as her buttocks clenched and she thrust to meet those fingers on her hot, squirting sex.

"Now, little hellspawn," the hot voice whispered. "You will know the name and voice of your mistress. I am Blaze, and you are mine...mine to mold, mine to use."

Lois could not disagree. She was lost now in a swamp of want. The climaxes had ended, but her burning body wanted more...she felt insatiable, and unsated.

Then Blaze's hand grabbed the massive butt plug and pulled. Lois cried as her new flesh stretched...she expected it to be like giving birth, for her body to be turned inside out...but with inhuman strength the plug was withdrawn with surprising ease, leaving the reporter's ass to gape, not automatically closing as it should have...

"Made for my use," Blaze said as the tip of a cock as thick as the reporter's thigh pressed against the impossibly gaping fuckhole...and when next Lois Lane cried out, it was in pleasure, as the inhuman prick pushed into her inside, the demon's corruption rearranging the reporter's insides to better accommodate the massive prick.

Which is how, as the sun rose over Metropolis, Lois Lane's night out finally came to an end. Her claws scrabbled on the floor as the former reporter pumped her ass on the invading prick, stomach distending as she bottomed out on, tongue lolling, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter reduced to a demonic fuckpet...she had failed to find the missing women, and in the swiftness of her fall had lost even her own humanity. Blaze rubbed her pet's clit, drawing her once more toward that chain of climaxes that would make her ****...pliable...and smiled as she thought that all it had taken was a whisper in the reporter's mind to start her on the road to this dark fate.