End: Turning Lois Lane Into Her Cuntlicking Bimbo Pet

"Dig your tongue deep in there. Feel how wet it is? Slurp up all my juice..." Blaze said, her eyes glowing.

Lois Lane obeyed. The bimbo reporter's lips, plumper than they were a moment ago, pressed against the blood-red slit. Her tongue dove deep into the demon's hot box, stinging juice filling her mouth. The hot liquor filled her mouth, trickled down her throat, formed a warm pool in her stomach that spread supernaturally fast through her whole body.

Blaze smiled, her glamour slipping as she concentrated on producing more of her sexual fluids...the same substance that made up her bimbo ****. On their own, her demonic essence could unleash an individual's repressed desires, turning the most prim, proper, and intelligent woman into a simpering bimbo fuckdoll. Yet when she was this close, Blaze could guide the transformation.

Which is why, as Lois slurped and sucked, her breasts steadily inflated, skin stretching as twin fluid-filled sacks formed inside of them, not much different from the saline bags used for breast augmentations. The demon's lips curled as the reporter's slim, athletic ass filled out with similar cushions...and black lightning crackled along Blaze's horns as the tips of Lois Lane's black hair bleached, her fingers growing and taking on an unnatural pinkish hue. Two of the reporter's pesky floating ribs dissolved, the waistline shrinking into an inhumanly waspish hourglass.

"Good girl. You like licking my pussy, don't you? I'll bet you can't live without it anymore. You're just addicted now...a real cunthound..."

Lois blinked dully as one by one Blaze pulled the thoughts from her brain. The reason why she had come here, her job at the Daily Planet, the long years at university all dwindled away into nothingness against the sweet ambrosia that poured forth from Blaze's cunt. It made her whole body feel tingly, especially between her legs. With a burst of enthusiasm, the bimbo's tongue slurped and sucked with feverish abandon, the hot juices running down her chin and dripping down the valley between her enormous, bowling-ball size tits.

The demon huffed as Lois slobbered over her Satanic slit. Moment by moment, the reporter changed...the cheekbones a little higher, the pussy a little tighter, inner labia so swollen they pushed their way out and made a puffy mound between the former reporter's legs. Anyone who looked in now would see a cosmetic surgery addict...an inflated bimbo with impossible proportions, her tits nearly scraping the ground, ass bulbous and standing out on her impossibly thin and trim body, beestung lips, long feminine pink nails...

The only part of Lois that was exactly the same were those vivid violet eyes...once so fiercely intelligent, now vacant and lust-crazed. Blaze smiled as she gave up her glamour at last, pouring ever more power into curdling Lois Lane's brain, IQ dropping like a rock.

After all, Lois Lane didn't need to be able to count or spell to lick her cunt...and that was all she was good for now. Triumph flared in Blaze's eyes, as it always did when she turned one of these goody-two-shoes into mere puppets for her will, hollowing out everything they had been. Nothing got her off so much as breaking a bitch like Lois Lane so completely that there was no recovery, no going back.

The best part was, the bimbo had done it to herself. All the decisions she had made tonight had led her to this inevitable conclusion...and the scarlet succubus gave a mocking laugh at the sight and knowledge of what Lois Lane's night out had resulted in.

Tongue still wagging into the hot cunny, Lois smiled. Blaze was laughing. That must mean she was doing a good job. It made the bimbo feel warm and happy to know she was enjoying having her cunny eaten out by Lois.

It was the happiest night of Lois Lane's whole life up to that point.