Epilogue: Exploring Her Pussy Powers

Lois Lane smiled as she strolled out of the office of Dr. Tetons. In just a few short weeks, he had been as good as his word. Tight bandages wrapped her much larger breasts, and she clenched her pussy to hold in his cum—the repeated exposure to her pussy reinforcing her control over him, as it did for everyone.

The reporter walked through Metropolis as though she owned it. Her hair was longer, her clothes were the latest brands, and she'd begun to openly wear jewelry—gifts from her "admirers," the kind they couldn't buy for their wives or girlfriends. Soon, she hoped, she would be able to put her expanded assets on proper display...

More than that, however, Lois Lane had begun to think on the possibilities her powers offered her. As a reporter, they made her job almost too easy. There were few that could resist her pussy. Only one in recent memory had put up any kind of resistance.

Sister Larissa had been at the convent of the Sacred Heart in Metropolis for eighteen months. A good-looking young black woman, originally from Ghana, short and thickly-built, devoted in service to God...and utterly unable or unwilling to answer any of Lois Lane's questions about the rumors of sexual **** and **** in the diocese. The clergy were all tight-lipped, unwilling to say anything even if they knew anything...but Larissa was just new enough to not be a part of their inner circle, and here just long enough that she had to have heard something.

It was just a matter of finding the right key to unlock her secrets.

Lois had asked innocuous questions at first—on her life at the convent, her ministry—and she observed the dark woman carefully as she slowly ramped up the pheromones that her pussy was pumping into the air. More than enough to make any man to grow hard just from the rubbing of their cock against their underwear...or to make a lesbian wet. Yet Sister Larissa was unperturbed, utterly straight and uninterested.

Which is why Lois smiled gratefully and accepted a cup of coffee when Larissa offered it.

She made to sneeze, and Larissa never saw her take the capsule from her pocket. Looked past the nun's shoulder, just obviously enough so that the woman turned her head...and just that quickly, a few drops splashed from the capsule into the nun's cup.

They drank, Lois hiding her smile. Direct exposure to her fluids was always so much more effective...

WIth just a few sips, the reporter could see it begin to take effect. The irises in the dark eyes began to dilate...the skin began to glow as a light perspiration broke out on her brow, and Lois could see the tell-tale squirm as she unconsciously started to rub her ass against the seat of the chair.

"This coffee," Lois said. "Does it taste a little off, to you?"

"N-now that you mention it..." Sister Larissa said, beginning to pant slightly. She shook her head as thought to clear it. "I'm sorry, Miss Lane, I feel suddenly unwell."

"No," Lois stood up and stepped closer to her. "You're just thirsty, is all. Isn't that it? So thirsty."

The nun began to swoon. Lois reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her pussy. No panties, just a bare strip of hair to help hold in her scent...the nun's eyes went wide, her thick lips opening to protest...and then her pink tongue came out. The reporter raised her leg, hand grasping the nun's head as she guided the unresisting woman toward her pussy.

The mouth lapped at her cunt inexpertly, but desperately. Like a woman dying of thirst...and the more of Lois Lane's cunt juice she had inside of her, the more strongly Lois could feel...her. It was like she could feel the other woman's body from within...the sexual heat building inside of her...the buttons and levers of her mind. With just a thought, she could turn this chaste, celibate nun into a raging slut, utterly consumed by lust...

For just a moment, Lois almost did that. There was no reason why she shouldn't do that. Except...that wasn't why she had come here. So it was with some regret that Lois pried the nun's head away from her crotch, the thick, sticky juices dripping down from her chin...and asked her questions. Got her answers. And left Sister Larissa with no memory of what had passed between them.

Just thinking about it made Lois wet. Dripping, really. Drops of her personal musk fell down onto the streets of Metropolis, marking it with her scent...and Lois Lane could almost feel the wave of lust spreading through the crowd around her, subconsciously turned on, eyes following her, desire flaring through them. She smiled, the easy grin of the wolf in a field of sheep, knowing she could pick off any of them at will...and perhaps she would.