End: Lois Wants To Try A Spell On Rose

Hesitation, Lois thought. She could sense it. Yet if the spell worked on me, it should work on her...

The reporter felt down near Rose's anus...and yet, there was a trickle of blood. She grabbed the slight young transwoman and drew her up, one arm across Rose's throat. The dicklet swayed, and on the taut stomach Lois drew the symbol she remembered from the book. Then the words...

"O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices!"

Rose shuddered and squirmed in her grasp, impaled on her cock, and Lois saw that the tiny cock was actually leaking. Lois held on, racking her brain, trying to recapture that feeling when she had first said the spell...and holding in her head the image of the young woman that Rose should be.

Lois pictured a pussy hanging down from that crotch, rather than a useless little cock, with ovaries and a womb inside. Actual breasts on that chest, instead of flat little boy-titties. Her hand grasped at Rose's throat and she pictured the adam's apple vanishing, the voice softer, higher, the face more feminine...the power grey inside her, a pins-and-needles sensation building inside of the reporter as though ready to burst, and absently Lois wondered if this was what it was like to cum...but she didn't want to blow her load in Rose's ass, the ass that should be full and bouncy and perfect for her fat cock to slide in and out of all night.

For a moment, the image crystalized...and in that moment, Lois poured all of herself into that image, in making it real, in believing it.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos...so mote it be!"

Rose gasped, sucking in air...and then Lois Lane's hand tightened as the thrashing woman tried to scream....and something flowed out of Lois, leaving her cold and empty inside, exhausted and weak...but she felt the adam's apple recede beneath her fingers...and as she looked down at the pale form, the tiny cock and balls seemed to suck themselves up inside of her, inverting themselves into a perfect little pussy...and on her chest, the flat tits slowly swelled as they should have done in puberty, until a pair of ripe tits hung off her body.

Lois let go of Rose, and the voice that gasped out "Whatthefuck," was soft and sweet...and Lois let the newborn woman fall forward, to hold herself aloft on the toilet....and Lois sank back on her heels, cock flopping out of the distended anus, blood and cum on her dick.

"You...how did you...I'm..." Rose was patting herself all over, amazed at her own body. She squealed when her fingers found her pussy, didn't even seem to care about the pain in her gaping ass. Lois closed her eyes, feeling the emptiness inside of her. Magic spells really took it out of you...

Then a pair of hands were gripping the reporter's face, a tongue pushed into her mouth...pierced tongues twirling around against each other...and when Lois opened her eyes again, Rose looked earnestly into the tired reporter's face and whispered with excitement:

"Can you make my tits bigger? Like, massive?"

Lois sucked in her breath...and felt her cock twitch. It felt so much bigger and heavier than before.

"Give me a few minutes," Lois said.

In her lair, Blaze watched the reporter sit on the toilet, stroking her cock back to hardness. The newmade woman was sucking on the tip with her mouth, eager to throw away her new virginity. The demon smiled as she prepared to feed Lois a bit more power for her next spell...feeling her hooks sink deeper and deeper into the reporter's soul. Soon enough, her corruption would be complete.