End: Rose Wants To Try The Spell

Lois Lane shivered as she slipped out of the bathroom, Rose dragged along behind her. Journalistic instincts felt eyes on her as the pair slipped through the club, back downstairs. Through the Black Door. To the temple...the statue...and what lay beneath it.

Rose bit her lip and brushed hair out of her face as Lois brought the book out of its hiding place. The reporter had found it was much easier to move the statue, now that she knew its little trick.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" The transgirl asked.

"Nope," Lois said. "But if it worked on me...maybe it'll work on you! You could be a real woman."

"Yeah..." Rose said, her voice uncertain. "A real woman."

"Right," Lois said as she found what looked like the right page. "Now...just focus on the ideal form of your desire...and I'll say the incantation."

Lois Lane looked at Rose as if for the first time. A goth, pale of skin and dark of hair and eyeshadow. Short, trim, with the slightly budding breasts and androgynous appearance that Lois associated with transwomen on hormone replacement therapy. Lois could picture her little back panties with the white skull beneath the dark jeans. The prince albert piercing through the head of her cock...the shaven ball sack, oddly deflated.

She wants to be all-woman, Lois thought. So let's do it!

The incantation was easier this time...smoother. The pins-and-needles sensation prickled all over the reporter's body, and she wondered if that wasn't the spell she had cast on herself...and then it seemed to shift, to intensify. As Lois focused on the spell, on what she thought was Rose's ideal form, the pin-pricks in her hands and feet faded...and then her legs and arms. Like it retreated, concentrated. The pins-and-needles were so intense in her chest that it felt like a hive of bees poked her relentlessly...and then it shifted down to the reporter's crotch...

Once before, Lois had managed to change her genitalia just by desire alone, thanks to this spell. She wanted that for Rose...for the transgirl to be who she wanted to be...

"I...I can feel something!" The goth said.

Lois shook as the last syllables passed her lips. It was like an invisible something drained out of her. She couldn't feel her dick anymore. The pins and needles faded slowly...slowly...and Lois realized as she staggered that she'd let her eyes close. They were so heavy, it was hard to keep them open. The reporter's whole body sagged.

"Wooo...sorry about that," Lois said as she closed the book. "I think I felt something. Did it work?"

"Oh yes," a much deeper voice said.

Lois Lane blinked at looked at Rose. Then stared upward.

The goth transgirl had been about a head shorter than Lois. Now, Rose loomed about a two heads taller than her. The breasts which strained the goth's shirt were each as big as Lois Lane's head. The jeans had ripped, and now showed pale white slabs of muscle. Hard abs were revealed where the t-shirt fluttered, unable to cover Rose's midriff.

With hands suddenly much bigger than Lois's, Rose unbuckled her belt. What strained against the black panties with the cute white skull was not a pussy. Rose pulled the panties off with a snap.

Not just a pussy.

Moments ago, Rose had a dicklet. Pierced, but small, cute. What lived between her legs now was a great pale python, still pierced with a great brass ring. Lois saw no balls beneath it...the shaft ran straight down to a shaved labia.

A warm pink slit. The cock grew out of it in place of a clit.

"I do love women. I kind of think of myself as a lesbian," Rose said as she grabbed Lois and gently pried the book out of her hands. The reporter gleeped slightly as Rose began to pull at the reporter's tight pants. "But that I thought, if I really want to be who I want to be...maybe I shouldn't just be a woman. Maybe I should have the best of both worlds."

Lois was too tired to resist as Rose set her on her hands and knees. Big hands spread the reporter's ass. She couldn't feel any dick now...wasn't sure she still had it, or if she had somehow lost it in casting the spell of desire on Rose...but it was the reporter's ass that Rose pressed her big wet tongue into. The reporter gleeped again. A part of her knew what was going to come next.

"You've helped me," Rose said, and Lois grimaced as she felt the hard, cold metal of the pierced cockhead press against her wet pucker. "So now I'm going to help you. You struggled with the spell of desire, right? Because you didn't know what you want to be. But I know."

Rose was too strong. Lois, exhausted as she was from the spell, couldn't resist as the head of the cock slowly popped into her ass. It felt bigger than anything...and it was only the beginning.

"You desire to be my bottom bitch now!"

Unable to muster the will to resist, Lois Lane knew she was fucked...and more than that, she was about to get fucked. Skewered. Cornholed. Pain flared through her ass as it was **** open...and then a faint pins-and-needles sensation tingled around her abused hole, and the pain began to fade.

Up in her office, the demon Blaze watched on the monitor as the huge hermaphrodite slowly turned Lois Lane's asshole inside out. She smiled as the reporter's face transformed, eyes wide, mouth open in shock and awe as the little bitch she had fucked so freely above returned the favor.

"A satisfactory outcome," the demon said to herself. "Though perhaps not ideal. I wonder, Lois Lane, how you will extricate yourself from your new friend...or what further adventures await you. But that will have to wait for another time."