End: Lois Lane Offers A Private Show

The bimbofied reporter dug in her heels. She could still think about not wanting to go out there, but getting the words out was like pulling teeth. Angelica was almost pushing her toward the door.

"If...you like to...watch..." Lois Lane, normally so skilled with words, felt incredibly frustrated at how hard it was to express herself. "What...if...I gave you...a...private show?"

The reporter panted, suddenly woozy, glad to have gotten that much out...and, to her surprise, Angelica ceased pulling. She turned Lois around, back to the door. There was something in the woman's dark eyes that scared Lois, but the reporter stiffened her spine and offered the sultriest smile she could.

"A private show..." Angelica said. "Hmm. Maybe that would be a good idea."

There was a knock at the door. Angelica turned and for a moment Lois considered hitting her on the back of the head...but then the door opened and it was Tyrell. Instead, the reporter "tripped" and fell with one hand on her jacket, fingers slipping into a pocket to touch a few buttons on her smartphone.

"Blaze," he said. "Bitches are here. What's going on?"

There was a brief, tense conversation.

"Tell them to film the other bimbos. This one is mine." Angelica said, and slammed the door in his face...and the reporter knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Angelica that was in control here.

By the time the dark-haired woman turned back to Lois, the reporter was standing several feet away from her jacket...and there was a cold smile on Angelica's face. She reached out and grabbed a chair, and set it between Lois and the door. Angelica pulled down her clothes...and the bimbo reporter gasped as she saw that she wasn't a woman at all.

Between Angelica's legs was a cock...the skin darker than the rest of her body, circumcised, the head a purple mushroom tip...and a pair of hairless balls hung underneath. The dickgirl took a seat on the chair, legs spread...and as she grasped dick and testicles, Lois caught a flash of a pink line beneath.

"You...both?" Lois Lane's brow crinkled.

"Hmm-hmm," Angelica hummed. Her hands were both occupied, fondling her genitals. Lois could feel those eyes looking at her glistening body...with her puffed-up boobies and butt. "Now...why don't you give me that show?"

Lois blinked...not sure what she should do.

"What...do you...want...me to do?" The reporter struggled through the mental haze inflicted by the bimbo ****.

"Spread your legs," Angelica said. "Show me that precious cunt of yours."

Lois stretched her oiled legs out. She leaned backward, so that the dickgirl could get a good look at her slit. Shaven and oiled, it looked like little more than a fold or crease in between her legs, an upside-down exclamation mark with her little clitty as the dot.

"Spread your lips," the dickgirl ordered. "Show me the pink."

The bimbo reached down with both hands. Her thumbs ran along the crease, and she pulled the labia apart to expose the bright pink, dripping slit. Lois swallowed, not sure she liked where this was going...but it had to be better than out there, being molested on camera.

The dickgirl's eyes were focused on the reporter's crotch. The cock was half hard now, Angelica stroking it from the base toward the head, over and over, her left hand underneath her balls as she played with her pussy at the same time. There was a strange look of single-minded focus there...and Lois realized that the dickgirl was beginning to breathe heavier.

"Come closer," Angelica ordered.

Awkwardly, the reporter moved forward, in a bow-legged gait, keeping her pussy wide open. She felt herself begin to drip, transparent drops splashing against the floor. The bimbo wasn't sure how close she was supposed to get, so she kept going until she was basically on top of Angelica, who was fully hard now.

When stiff, her dick was a vivid scarlet, the head a rubbery purple bell that looked ready to burst at any moment. Angelica began to pant.

"Do a little pole dance," she huffed, and then moved her hands away from her crotch, to let the cock stand quivering. "Rub your pussy against my cock."

The bimbo reporter gulped. She was afraid it would be something like this. If only she could think of a way out...but it was so hard...so much easier to do what Angelica told her what to do...

Lois dropped her hips down. She had to life her right leg up and over the dickgirl's thigh to actually press her pussy against the shaft...and was shocked at how hot it was. Like a hot dog fresh from the microwave, and Lois feared for a moment it might burn her pussy...abut the dickgirl's eyes were focused on the reporter's swollen rack, which bobbed up and down in front of her face, the swollen teats still impossibly inflamed.

"You...like...big titties?" Lois managed, as demurely as she could.

Blaze didn't answer, though her face flushed...in fact, it was growing a very alarming shade of scarlet, as the reporter kept rubbing her pussy against the hermaphrodite's dick. The friction was turning Lois on as well. The naked, oiled-up reporter couldn't resist the little moans that came out of her mouth, or angling her body so that the stiff, rubbery head smashed against her clit.

Outside, there was a crash. Men yelling, women screaming, weird BZZT sounds...

Angelica growled, turning in the chair...and in that moment she lost herself, and Lois caught a glimpse of dark horns sprouting from the forehead, of skin like fresh blood on parchment, and perfectly white eyes without pupil and iris.

The door broke down with a crash. A single mighty hand grabbed Blaze by the throat...and then dickgirl and chair were pulled backwards through the door at such high speed, Lois couldn't see anything except billowing dust and smoke.

She stood there, now sexually aroused and naked and not quite sure what was going on...there were a series of loud bangs...and then a figure emerged from the smoke. Tall, wide-shoulders, his red cape spilling over his shoulders, the great S-shield emblazoned on his muscular chest...

He reached up and took the cape from his shoulders and drooped it over the reporter's naked, busty form. Superman smiled.

"Hello Lois. I came as soon as I got your message."

Lois blinked, then remembered the phone. Message. Right. She had his secret number on speed dial.

"I...bimbo. Pills?" Lois managed. She looked down at where her breasts tented the red fabric. "Bigger boobies."

Superman's brow creaked. "Right...hopefully, that will wear off after a while."

He said that, but Lois noticed the bulge in the front of his red shorts. She stepped forward, pressing her swollen tits into his chest and looked up into his big blue eyes.

"Maybe...before...?"

The Man of Steel gulped.

"Oh, Lois."

The bimbo reporter's night out was over...but what she would do in the wee hours, and whether the pills ever did fully wear off...well, that's another story.