End: Pregnancy Chance 200%

Lois Lane blinked at the screen, confused. Lana, trapped beneath her, plucked the phone from the reporter's hand. The redhead scrolled through the messages, her face at first baffled, and then alarmed, and then...something the reporter couldn't really process.

"What do you think it means?" Lois asked.

Lana looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I...think..." she chewed her lip. "Twins run in our family, but it tends to skip a generation."

The reporter thought her aching cock, finally softening after its many exertions, couldn't get hard again. She quickly found out she was wrong.

"Urrgh," Lois grunted. Twins...

"You better be that excited when I'm big as a house," Lana teased. "If I go through with the pregnancy."

The reporter made a noise in the back of her throat, like a dog when someone grabs its bone.

"I mean here I am..." Lana said with a dramatic sigh. "Almost a spinster, over thirty, unmarried, pregnant...I don't know if I could go through such a pregnancy on my own..."

"I'll marry you!" Lois blurted.

Lana smiled. It was the kind of smile a swimmer normally only sees beneath a fin cutting through the water.

"Before we get ahead of ourselves," Lana said. "I think we need to figure out who is behind this app, and whether these genitals are...or could be...permanent."

Two intelligent, resourceful women, with the proper incentive, can overcome great difficulties. It was only a couple hours between Lois and Lana carefully picking their clothing from underneath spent orgiasts in a filthy bathroom before they found themselves, cum-stained but presentable, knocking on the door of the manager of the club...and the creator of the DMN app.

The demon Blaze sat behind a large wooden desk that could easily have doubled as a sacrificial altar. Her skin was like fresh blood on parchment, the wild main of black hair fell down past her shoulders, dark horns peeled back from a wide brow, shadowing deep-set eyes that were pure white, with no pupil or iris. Her frame was slim, bony, athletic, and on clear display thanks to a garish kind of dark orange tunic that barely covered her small breasts, but left her arms and sides exposed, tying into a belt of metal disks from which a kind of loin-sash extended, leaving her long legs bare.

Her smile was secret and knowing, like the Mona Lisa.

"Lois Lane," she said. "Lana Lang. Congratulations."

"So...I want to keep the dick," Lois said, cutting straight to the point. "Or something like it."

The demon nodded. "Of course. That's what the other women said...the ones you came here to look for. Did you want the full gender transition package, or just the cock?"

Lois blinked. She had forgotten about the missing women. "Just the cock."

Blaze opened a drawer of the desk and brought forth a sheet of parchment. She brought forth an old-fashioned quill and started filling in blanks.

"And Miss Lang? You'd like your pussy to still be able to handle it?"

"Pussy and ass, if that's...doable." Lana said. "What do you want for this, anyway?"

The devil nodded absently, filled in a few more blanks, then pushed the contract across the desk toward the woman and dickgirl.

"For the two of you? Nothing. Sign at the bottom, please." The demon smiled. "I keep meaning to go parchmentless, but some of the old contracts are difficult to code..."

Lois and Lana read the contract first. Apparently, the changes were free...unless they asked to reverse the changes, in which case Blaze would own their souls. The women frowned at each other.

"I think we need an explanation," Lois said.

Blaze leaned across the desk. "You impregnated her, correct? You're going to get married? And you want to permanently swap your pussy for a cock, and she wants to swap her human pussy and ass for ones that can handle said cock?"

"Yesss..." Lois said.

"Then I will have gotten everything I wanted," the demon smiled. "Because neither of you will be in any fit shape to fuck Superman ever again."

Lana and Lois exchanged glances. Something unspoken passed between them.

They signed on the bottom line.

Blaze's smile grew into a grin. "A pleasure doing business with you. Your...bits...will change to look more human and natural, but I assure you that they are perfectly functional."

Lois nodded. "You know Superman is fucking Wonder Woman, right?"

The demon's smile faltered. "What?"

"Yes, ever since the last cosmic multiversal mixup. They've been a couple."

"And even if he wasn't, Supergirl would jump his bones," Lana offered.

"Maxima." Lois added. "Encantadora. Power Girl. Zatanna. Hell, that's just the women."

"And that's assuming we don't do a threesome. I mean, I've never been in a polyamorous relationship before, but it would be super hot to see Superman fuck you, Lois Lane."

"Hmm. You think the Big Blue Boyscout would go for it?" Lois teased. "Maybe Wonder Woman will let us borrow him before you get too big..."

Blaze looked down at the contract in her hands.

"No backsies," Lana Lang said.

The demon shrank back into her chair, as the enormity of her error settled on her. Lois and Lana left her there, walking out of the club arm in arm. Soon, Blaze would receive other visitors...or the superheroic variety...and perhaps they would shut the DMN app down and banish the demon back to hell, and perhaps the scarlet succubus would escape. By that time, Lois and Lana would be deep into a conversation about baby names and wedding venues.

Lois Lane's night out was over; her life with her new cock and Lana Lang had just begun.