End: Lois Wants To Be Strong

Maybe it was because right at that moment, bent over and letting a demon shove a phallic gemstone inside of her asshole, but Lois Lane was feeling weak. She hated being weak. Hated needing to be saved. Hated the hard press of the gem against her asshole, spreading her ass open wide, just because Blaze was stronger than her.

"I want to be strong," Lois said...and behind her, as the demon **** her ass open, the gem pressed deeper, pain blossoming around it as her once-tight hole was **** bigger and bigger. It felt to Lois like a tree was being shoved up her once-virgin asshole, though she knew it wasn't as big as all that, scarcely bigger than some of her toys at home—but once inside her hole, the scarlet hand twisting the smooth gem as though screwing it in place, Lois felt something...different.

"Visualize that," Blaze said. "Focus on it, as much as you can. My magic responds to strong desires."

Strong. The word echoed through the reporter's brain. Here she was, cornholed, ass in the air and aching...

I want to be stronger, Lois pushed the thought to the forefront of her brain and held it there, despite the pain. I need to be stronger. Stronger than any of them.

Her mind tried to focus on strong women... Female bodybuilders. Lois remembered as a young woman watching those competitions, seeing how ripped those women were. Muscles so clearly, hugely defined, some of them to the point where they almost didn't look like women at all...their breasts so small and their pecs so big that they almost looked like men in bikini tops.

Almost...

The gem in her ass began to heat up. Lois could feel her asshole burning, almost smelled her anus sizzle like bacon. Heat was lancing through her body, along her muscles...and though Lois wanted to scream in pain, she heard Blaze mutter excitedly.

"That's it! Keep going. More!"

Lois could feel her muscles swell, skin stretching to accommodate as her fat melted away. Biceps...deltoids...she stared down at the flat belly and watched it shrink, and the abdominal muscles began to swell into a well-defined six-pack. It was happening...working...Lois was getting stronger! But...

My tits...Lois looked in disappointment as her shirt began to split, unable to accommodate the bulging pectorals...but the breasts, never huge to begin with, were being swallowed by the growing muscle, little more than nipples on a man's chest. That's not what she wanted. She wanted to be strong and feminine. Like...like...

New images flooded her mind. Wonder Woman. Supergirl. Power Girl. Big Barda. Tall, statuesque Amazons with boobs and biceps. The heat in her ass increased, and Lois Lane's guts gurgled as water evaporated into steam, and she was sure that her asshole must be burnt and black...but the power flowed forth, heat suffusing her body...and with it came changes.

Her spine cracked as it lengthened. Lois instinctively stretched as she gained inches in height. Jacket split across her shoulders as they grew broader. Breasts, heavy and full, pushed through the shirt, tearing the rents in the white cotton apart until it burst, hanging in shreds as her girls hung free above a sculpted form that looked like some ancient Grecian god had overdone the steroids a little.

Lois rose to her feet, still feeling the heat course through her, but the plug was cooling, spent. She loomed Blaze now...the reporter was at least seven feet tall, and as broad at the shoulder as a linebacker, but her form was still graceful and feminine for all of its massive muscular power. Wasp-waisted, abs you could grind meat on, a normal-sized clitoris. The reporter brought her hands together in front of her and cracked her knuckles. She loved the sensation of her muscles flexing. Not new muscles either...they were bigger, certainly, beautifully defined, but they were still her muscles.

She was still Lois Lane...just on a different scale.

"Impressive!" The demon grinned. "I'm sure there are many that will enjoy fucking you, my dear. I might even take a turn mysel—"

The musclebound reporter's backhand caught Blaze in the mouth, and the scarlet succubus went flying, hitting the wall so hard that her skull audibly cracked.

Lois stomped toward the demon, who lay momentarily senseless. The limp crimson cock lay like a scarlet snake on the floor before the spread-legged demon, and Lois brought her heel down upon it. Blaze bolted to life, her mouth open for a scream...and Lois grabbed her horns and began to pound the demon's head against the wall. Over and over, muscles moving beneath her skin with pantherish efficiency. The reporter grinned in barbaric enjoyment at her new strength, the power of her enhanced body...and she did not stop until Blaze had ceased moving, and the horns crumbled in her hands.

Panting softly at the workout, Lois saw the demon's body cave in on itself, crumbling to fine ash.

She stood stock still for a few moments, as if expecting her new body to disappear along with the demon...but nothing happened. Gingerly, she fingered the demon's gem that still plugged her asshole...and felt with a bit of shock that it too crumbled to ash at her touch. Carefully she flexed her buttocks, dry black ash, gritty and unpleasant, falling out of her hole...which was, as she found out, sore but still intact, not burnt beyond recognition as Lois had feared.

Had she done it? Was the demon truly dead?

Lois Lane wasn't sure. Her mind quickly turned to other things. There was a lot left to do tonight...cops to call, missing women to find...and, somewhere in the back of her mind, Lois wondered how Superman would react when she found out that little old Lois Lane was now taller and more ripped than he was.

One thing she did know though...

"Look out Metropolis...there's a new strongwoman in town!" she allowed herself a grin.