End: Stretch That Pussy Around Her Cock

Lois Lane's asshole hadn't gotten any smaller. Blaze's cock hadn't gotten any bigger. Yet the reporter's body had become one great tube, and as the transformed reporter looked at her own reflection in the conjured glass, she could see how the dickgirl's cock was half as big as her body...and it felt like she had sat naked on a fire hydrant.

Angelica Blaze's fingertips teased the reporter's nipples as she pressed Lois down further. Lois felt herself begin to hyperventilate...it was too big. She could see in the mirror how her pussy stretched, but it felt like a football was being slowly stuffed into her cunny...and the dickgirl laughed devilishly as the reporter squirmed as much as her limited mobility allowed.

"Like a virgin," Blaze sang, in a sweet contralto, "touched for the very first time..."

The grip tightened. Lois groaned as the air was squeezed from her lungs...and then her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as Blaze slowly drew her deeper onto her dick. Sometimes, Lois Lane had imagined what giving birth might be like...but now she felt like she was getting a taste of it, in reverse. The swollen, rubbery head **** its way into her birth canal, and the transformed reporter could not even scream as she felt her cunt stretched far beyond what any human woman could endure.

In the mirror, she saw in her reflection the shape of Blaze's cockhead clearly defined as it distended her abdomen. A normal woman faced with such a penetration would have seen her pelvic muscles tear, hips shattered, internal organs crushed...and yet Lois didn't even feel any real pain as her bones bent like rubber, her organs squirmed and squished but didn't burst or splatter, and the cock head seemed to bury itself just beneath her rib cage, so that Lois could feel that terrible heat of Blaze's dick against her own beating heart.

"Fuck you're tight," Blaze whispered. "I don't think I'm going to last long."

Lois Lane thought she was going to hurl as Blaze pulled her body back up. She groaned in despair as she saw her cunt stretched and stuffed, the pink insides of her cunny clung to the massive shaft as Blaze pulled her off until only the purple head remained...and Lois felt as though all of her insides were being pulled out with it.

Then the reporter was shoved down once again, and all the air was pressed from the reporter's lungs..and that began the most degrading and surreal, humiliating fuck of Lois Lane's life. With both hands, the demented dickgirl slid the helpless reporter up and down on her cock, until the great tits shook and Lois' reeled as much as her limited mobility allowed, dizzy and sick to her stomach, punch-drunk and pressed to her limit...and, as much as she hated herself to admit it, wet and hot. It was like being fucked on a roller coaster, or perhaps by a roller-coaster. The reporter flopped helplessly on the mammoth dick, her whole body was on fire, her pussy juices dripped down onto Blaze's balls...

...and the dickgirl was working herself up into a frenzy, her laughter at the reporter's obvious upset replaced by harsh grunts as she sped up her ****. Faster and harder the reporter was slammed up and down on the dick, her pussy clung to the cock with a terrible suction as though unwilling to let it go, and shorter and shorter the strokes got until Lois knew the terrible culmination was not far off...

...and when it happened Blaze gasped and slammed her cock down into Lois all the way, so that the contents of the reporter's stomach were driven out of her mouth in a whitish spurt that echoed the terrible ejaculation that burst inside the reporter's body. If she could breathe, Lois would have screamed as she felt the throb of that meaty pillar with her entire body, and saw the dark distension as rope after rope of jizz, which felt like gallons of warm spunk, we pumped into her distended stomach.

The dickgirl sagged against the toilet. Lois Lane lay helpless against the hard abs, stuffed and bloated like any sex toy might after it has been used. Blaze smiled that strange half-smile, and reached down with one fingertip to play with the reporter's clit above her overstuffed pussy.

"A fun game, Lois," Blaze breathed. "Come back some other night, and perhaps we'll play again."

Like that, the darkness closed in on Lois.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter awoke the day after her night out, naked but restored to her normal form, on her own bed. Her body was sore, but the only evidence of her strange and inhuman sexual encounter was a thin trickle of black goo that oozed out of her cunny...a strangely persistent stream of liquid foulness that would not stop for three days.

The dreams of that night would last much longer...and the reporter found that she was not quite the same, after that night. Penetration featured more often in her masturbation sessions after that night, which became more frequent. Her fingers were not enough, or her sex toys, to get her off. Something more was needed, something missing...and more than once Lois thought back to those last words and wondered if she should go back...just once...

Yet that is another story.