Epilogue: Lesson One: How To Steal A Penis

"Progress," Blaze whispered into the reporter's ear, as her crimson fingers sank into Lois Lane's puffy pussy, "comes from the overcoming of obstacles. My lessons to you shall come in the form of challenges. To overcome a challenge is evidence of your growth as a sorceress...and slut..."

"Y-yes, mistress..." Lois had said as she let the demon's power flow through her body. Her breasts swelled and shrank, her ass grew taut, then flabby. Nipples surfaced and sank back down beneath the skin. It all felt so incredible.

"First," Blaze whispered. "You must steal a penis from one of your coworkers."

Lois Lane pored through the book after the demon had gone. She had done some reading outside of just Blaze's grimoire; she knew that in the witch trials of the middle ages in Europe, there were many accounts of witches stealing penises...sometimes all at once, sometimes inch by inch. In Blaze's grimoire she found the spell to do it.

It was a little more complicated than the spell of desire that Lois used on herself, in part because her desire would have to be matched against the desire of the victim. It was relatively easy if the subject was willing, but if they resisted it could be difficult. Lois chewed her lower lip as she thought about her coworkers. She didn't really want to hurt any of them, but the enticement of learning more magic was almost addictive.

Then she thought of Jimmy Olsen.

A Mona Lisa smile graced her lips. Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult as she thought.

Jimmy looked sharp in a plaid suit and bowtie today. There was a hint of eyeliner, but that was all. Lois Lane stalked him quietly through the early hours of the Daily Planet offices, running the spell over and over in her mind, wondering how and when she should strike.

She required a connection to him, she knew that...and her opportunity came an hour before noon. While making smalltalk, she dusted some invisible lint from his collar...and the fingernail clippers concealed in her hand snipped just a few of those orange hairs. He didn't even feel it, and she was back at her desk, the orange fuzz caught between thumb and forefinger.

In front of her computer, Lois closed her eyes. Focused on the hair between her fingers. A piece that was still connected to the whole. She stoked the flame of her desire, and opened that gateway in her mind that she now knew led to Blaze, the font of her power.

Desire was key. It wasn't enough to just imagine Jimmy's penis shrinking, sucked into his body, inverting. She had to want it. In her mind's eye, Lois could picture that slim male body.

Male? No, not male. JImmy had dressed in skirts and makeup too often. Everyone could see what he was, but Lois could see what he...she...could be...and as she imagined that small, pink penis and hairless shaven balls shrinking, a sensual warmth flooded her pussy. Just like that she was wet, her nipples were hard, a flush came to her face, her breath came in little gasps...and she sent that desire out along the connection she had forged, and Blaze's power flowed behind it.

There was a moment of resistance. The weak, ineffectual will of Jimmy Olsen to retain his pathetic penis. Yet the redhead's own hidden desires were inflamed as Lois pressed, and the reporter shivered as he fought a losing struggle, like a clump of mud in a stream...but there was some core to him that, try as she might, Lois could not wear away. In frustration, the apprentice sorceress opened herself up further than she had ever dared. She let Blaze's power flow like a river through her, to wash all resistance away. Lois could almost feel as the pink cock shrank, the balls shriveled and rose, sucked into his body...until the tiny pink nub of his glans curled into a clit, and the cleft of his new cunt formed.

It was a giddy experience...and Lois saw, now, that this was the purpose of the lesson. To push Lois to go past her self-imposed limits. To realize what she could do...and perhaps to learn the lesson that desire alone wasn't enough, and that Blaze's power could wash away all resistance.

She opened her eyes. A wisp of smoke arose from between her fingers, where the ginger hairs had been reduced to ash. Lois turned as Jimmy Olsen frankly sprinted towards the men's room...and she smiled, as she imagined they would see a lot more of Jimmy in skirts from now on.

"Lois?" Clark Kent knocked on the wall of Lois Lane's cubicle. "Are you alright? You're a bit flushed."

The reporter blinked and smiled up at Clark. "Hey, Smallville. I'm fine, just a little overheated...I need more sleep," she said honestly.

She smiled at him. For the first time, she wondered what Clark Kent's cock would look like...and how hard it would be to steal it...