End: Split Personalities

The route back to Lois Lane's apartment took her along the edge of Metropolis Park. Not a place Lois normally wanted to be at night—she had heard rumors of what went on there after dark, hidden from sight. The public restrooms were a known cruising spot, sex workers tended to do their business in the bushes, and there had been reports of rapes... Still, she knew that she should be safe enough if she kept to the outskirts, and didn't go through the park itself.

Unseen by the reporter, the demon Blaze reached out her hand. The door that the reporter had opened had not closed, and the demon rooted around in the reporter's soul. Found those hidden, repressed desires...and gave them a name.

"Joanne Joy," the demon whispered...

The reporter's violet eyes dilated. Without breaking stride, she turned into the park. Pins and needles ran over her form as ass and tits swelled. Her tongue, split and with piercings in each tip, licked puffy, cock-sucking lips. Tribal tattoos crawled across her soft curves...and between her legs, a little bulge pressed against the stretched red pants as a little clitty and hairless balls made themselves evident.

Lois Lane wasn't even conscious of the transformation.

Without hesitation, "Joanne" stepped into the men's room. There was a black man at one of the urinals, jeans and jean-jacket, black boots and shades, taking a piss. The fat-assed tranny walked right up behind him and pressed her tits against his back. Her hands reached around to grab his dick.

"Hey," she said, voice husky and surprisingly deep. "Feels like you could use a hand with that."

"Yeah?" He said. "What'll it cost me?"

Joanne laid her head against his back as her left hand reached down to fondle his balls. Her right hand peeled back his foreskin. The head was soft...sticky. She felt something wet at the tip, and rubbed it around the spongy head.

"Oh baby...I'm not charging anything. You see, my ass hasn't been fucked in what feels like forever..."

"Well," he said. "I can help with that."

She pulled her tight pants down around her big ass as he peeled a condom over his dick. A dab of lube, and his rubbery prick-head pressed against Joanne's hole—so much puffier and nastier than Lois Lane's tight, pink little anus. This was the asshole of a dedicated anal slut...and as her anonymous lover's hands clamped onto her wider, fleshier hips, Joanna sighed as he slid his cock home, his hairy balls pressed against her taint. Squeezed her big buttocks as it stabbed in deep.

The joy that Lois Lane would never know...

Joanne looked in the mirror and tried on a leer as the black cock slammed in and out of her asshole. Her little clitty was leaking. She looked at herself and wondered if Lois would remember this, in her dreams. The stuck-up little cunt that had tried to lock her away. To deny her desires. Lois Lane's alternate self let her tongue-tips slip out from between her lips, wondering how much nastier she could get.

He finished with a grunt. By the time he was done, a line had formed. With half-lidded eyes, Joanne gave her most wanton smile.

"Who's next?"

Dawn spilled through the streets of Metropolis...and Lois Lane staggered as she realized she was on the sidewalk outside her apartment. She shook her head, tired, memories fuzzy. She had left the club...but that was hours ago, wasn't it? Had she been walking the streets of Metropolis all this time?

The reporter shook her head. Lois had the feeling she was forgetting something...but she dismissed the thought as she went in the building. She needed a shower, sleep. Her phone beeped, and she saw Rose had texted her. Lois gave a wan smile at the phone. The reporter didn't know what to tell the young transwoman. She wasn't sure she ever wanted to be a tranny again...

In her lair, Blaze laughed.

"Sleep, Lois Lane. Go back to being the chaste journalist. Your night has been well-spent...and you have not seen the last of Joanne Joy. Oh no. Your slutty side has been unleashed, and the more you deny her, the stronger she will grow..."

The demon's laughter echoed in more worlds than this one. But what would happen to Lois Lane and her new other self...that is another story.