End: Lois Opens Her Mouth Wide...

A tumult of emotions flooded through Lois Lane. Her entire life she had been subject to the usual bevy of body image issues that women and girls experience. Dieting, exercise...starving herself, sweating, stressing to fit into smaller, tighter dresses, feeling inadequate whenever she thought about the size of her breasts...but then again, this Blaze was obviously a demon. A fell, inhuman creature. Mistrust warred with desire inside Lois lane, and her ass felt ready to burst as Valeria ground her hips faster and harder, little moans and hisses erupting from the Latina's mouth as she neared her own climax.

"I...I..." Lois opened her mouth wide, not sure how to answer. Her heart torn between what she knew she should say, and what in her heart she wished to say.

Blaze took that as an invitation.

The tip of her cock slid along the reporter's tongue, leaving behind a slimy, bitter trail of precum. Lois Lane's eyes bulged out of her sockets as red hands seized her head. The tip of the canine prick pressed against the back of her throat, and Lois instinctively gagged...but the scarlet succubus simply pressed forward, so that the tip of her dick bent down the reporter's throat, surprisingly flexible, and the swollen knot was pressed against her lips.

The Black woman, Tiana, rubbed the naked reporter's shoulders.

"You made the right choice, honey," she said. "Not one of us said no. Now for this part, you want to relax..."

A dark hand came to Lois Lane's throat and began to massage it...and then Blaze pressed forward.

It was like trying to bite into an apple...or perhaps, like being the roast suckling pig at a feast with an apple shoved in your mouth. Lois Lane, softer and jigglier than she had ever been in her life, was skewered fore and aft. As Blaze exerted her strength, the reporter's jaw was slowly **** open wider and wider...and pain and pressure built up inside her jaw as Tiana cooed and Valeria grunted and Blaze hissed, the rubbery tip of the demon's dick being **** a little deeper and a little deeper. The reporter squeezed her eyes shut, tears dripping down from the corners as the pain in the corners of her jaw became intense...

...and then the knot was entirely inside her mouth, her tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth, the crimson cock in Lois Lane's throat.

For a moment, Lois focused on her breathing. She could actually feel Tiana's fingers press against the bulge of the cock in her esophagus. Stroking it. Stimulating it. A terrible sense of anticipation built up inside the reporter...and then Blaze's hiss rose to a crescendo, even as Valeria thrust forward and cried out aloud.

A warm stream shot down the reporter's throat and hit Lois Lane's stomach like burning acid. She would have screamed, if she could have...but then the heat erupted outwards like a wildfire within her, racing along every vein and artery. The women gave a collective gasp as Lois simply swelled. Her abs were lost as her belly softened, her tits poured forth like rising dough, Valeria's hands sank into the meat of an ass that spread out to make two pale Callipygian spheres that narrowed into smooth, thick thighs like tree trunks.

"Ah..." Blaze said, easing her grip. "Welcome, Lois. We're going to have a lot of fun together. Good friends...fucking...drinking...dancing...and you're absolutely gorgeous."

Lois Lane couldn't say anything. Her mouth and throat were full of cock. Behind her, Valeria began to tug her strap-on out of the reporter's gaping ass...and Lois wondered when she, too, would get her own strap-on. What it would feel like to have another woman writhe beneath her. Lick her pussy. To see some skinny little thing plump up as she pumped the demon's jizz into her ass...and perhaps, in the back of her mind, Lois wondered how much bigger she could get.

Questions for later. For now, Lois Lane's night out was over...and she and her friends were ready to celebrate the dawning of a new plump fuckbuddy, a new initiate in their cult of body positivity, sex positivity, and sapphic desires.