End: The Terrible Toyman

"And after that," Blaze pressed. "Sex?"

"We get those women back, you can creampie my cunt all night long!" The reporter affirmed.

"Very well," Blaze gestured toward the van...and Lois watched as the tires suddenly seemed to melt, the whole vehicle settling toward the ground. The thugs in the blue jumpsuits were taken aback...but Blaze was already walking toward them, calm and unafraid.

Even as they raised their arms, and their gloved hands fell off to reveal a ring of barrels, which began to spin with a growing mechanical whine...

Black lightning formed a strange web in front of the demon as bullets cracked in the air in front of her. Lois Lane clapped her hands over her ears. The few people on the street immediately began to flee...but what Lois was looking at was a small man, barely taller than herself, in a hideously garish purple-and-green striped suit that was running for the van.

Leaving Blaze to deal with the robo-thugs, the shortstack reporter ran as fast as her thick thighs could carry her...and just as he rounded the corner, Lois finally got a good look at him: thick glasses, long red hair with a receding hairline...and the pair of dolls sticking out of his bulding pockets was a definite clue. What's more, she realized her recognized her as well.

"Toyman!" She hissed.

"Lois Fucking Lane!" he shot back, reaching into his pocket.

The reporter didn't slow down. She barreled into the villain, knocking him against the van...and he growled and backhanded her, sending the short reporter sprawling.

"Whore," he muttered. One of the dolls was out of his pocket now, a blue-and-red mannequin that bore a distinct resemblance to Superman, with a great metal key in his back that he was winding. "You want to take my precious dolls from me...but you won't! You won't!"

Lois stared in fascination as the chest of the Superman-toy folded outward like a transformer...revealing a fat dildo, that began to piston, the toy's eyes glowing.

"Now, my dear," he said. "You're going to..."

The reporter's heel shot out and caught him in the shin. The Toyman's knees hit the road painfully, and Lois was already rolling upgrabbing at the door of the van...which she slammed into the side of his face. The villain, dazed by the blow, lost control of the doll...which began to stiffly and mechanically step forward, it's dildo wobbling.

Which is when Lois had an idea that the old version of herself never would have.

Her hands grabbed the Toyman's belt and pulled.Pants and underwear came down, revealing a hair expanse of ass...and the doll's eyes grew brighter as it locked on target. The Superdick doll launched itself forward...and the Toyman screamed.

Lois Lane stood well back as she watched the toy sodomize the villain. Frantically, the Toyman tried to reach for the doll's key, but he wasn't that agile, and the doll was providing a painful distraction.

To tell the truth, Lois bit her lip, momentarily distracted. That's kind of hot.

"Hey," Blaze said. "Busted up the robots. What do we do now?"

Lois eyed the Toyman. She took out her phone.

"We get what we need for tomorrow's front page," she said. "And call the cops."

"...so he was trying to turn the kidnapped women into living sex dolls. Crazy bastard, he'll probably end up at Arkham," Lois shook her head. "Can you imagine doing that? Turning a woman into a living sex toy?"

Blaze, who was in the midst of dragging off the reporter's pants, paused. Her pure white eyes met the shortstack reporter's.

"What if...they wanted to be a sex toy?" She asked. "What if they choose to have fat tits, and an insatiable libido?"

"Well, that would be different," Lois conceded. She cocked her head and wiggled her hips. Her cunt was burning. The reporter had been up al night, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, she was exhausted and agitated. All she wanted was to feel Blaze balls deep inside of her, and another rush of hot spunk wash against her womb.

"Blaze, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The demon had a good poker face.

"Maybe later," she said, as she finished pulling the reporter's pants off. "I guess I just wanted to ask if you're happy as you are."

"I'll be a lot happier," Lois said with a grin, "when you slam that cock in me so hard that I cum while moaning your name!"

If Blaze ever had a twinge of conscience, it evaporated under the carnal heat of Lois Lane's glare.

Yet one cannot change the universe without consequence. Blaze knew, somehow, that the alterations she had made in Lois Lane's past would change other things too...and while she enjoyed the feel of that slick, hot cunt gripping her cock, she worried what else had changed...but they would find that out later. For now, the night was over, and Lois Lane was grabbing the headboards, her massive tits wobbling, her short, thick body utterly dominated by the fat cock that plunged over and over into her well-plowed furrow...and there were worse ways that this night could have ended.