Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Lois Lane's Body Is That Of A Cow, But What Is Left Of Her Mind?

Enough To Realize What She's Lost

In those few hours, as the strange milky fluids worked their terrible transformations on her body, Lois Lane was more preoccupied with what was happening to her mind.

There is that sensation when a word is just on the tip of your tongue but you can't remember it...and Lois Lane now struggled to even define her situation as one by one, the words seemed to just...slip away.

Got to get free! Got to...get...Supe...sup...surp...no, that's not it. He's a her..herc..no, no, flying brick person who saves the day. That's a...um...strong. Stronger than a...train...thingy...

Lois Lane struggled against her bonds. Her titanic titties wobbled, the puffy nipples shivered and swayed, and the pink sludge that provided the fuel continued to flow down her gullet, even as her ass swelled and her thighs thickened and the flat plain of her stomach softened a little as her stomach expanded.

I'm a writer person! Lois thought desperately. Good with words! I...I won prize...

Tears flowed down the former reporter's eyes as she struggled to put together a sentence in her head. To hang onto the last gasps of literary ability she was so proud of. In desperation, she regressed to repeating the alphabet in her head.

A...b...c...d...g...b...s... Lois sensed she had made a mistake and tried again. A...b...c...d...E...f...f...

The thought trailed off. Lois Lane's brow furrowed. She strained to overcome the block. The next letter...what came after f? It was right there, she knew it, she just couldn't get at it!

Lois was still struggling when Blaze came back to check the merchandise. Her hands slid over the reporter's softer, squishier, curvier form.

"Perfect," Blaze said. "Well, almost. One last little thing."