Epilogue: Spiraling Into Corruption

In a way, Maria's submissive desire to be changed was like a release valve. At work, whenever Lois Lane felt the need to use her powers, she could simply divert herself with a vivid image of some transformation...and she would feel the power flow through her, so much easier now, as at the reporter's apartment the young woman suddenly shifted and changed in unexpected ways.

They hadn't really discussed Maria moving in...it had just seemed natural. She was Lois Lane's fuckpet, her companion, the sponge to absorb all the needs and wants and temptations that built up in Lois during the day.

The book had a word for that. It called Maria her familiar.

Lois studied the book by night. There were warnings, after the spells. Heady metaphysics that it was difficult to wrap her head around. Strange histories like folk tales, quotes from other books, more spells...spells of fertility, of attribute theft, to blight cattle and crops, to heal and ease pain. The reporter would read standing over the bed. Maria wouldsit on the floor, her head resting on the edge of the bed, her massive tits in her lap, Lois Lane's balls pressing against her chin as the reporter slowly fucked her throat, trying to hold back her load, to make it last. Maria's fingers were playing at her pussy, absolutely content to be no more than a cocksocket.

The reporter experimented on her. She had been able to achieve some novel effects. One night she had turned Maria jet black, with pure white freckles like stars or snowflakes. Another night, she had subtly stretched the woman's pussy, nearly doubling its length, so that Maria's abdomen distended to accomodate the extra cunt-tunnel. Lois had slid her hand into the hot, sticky tunnel, and had nearly been able to get her arm in up to the elbow.

Tonight...tonight was a special one. Lois had been studying medical textbooks. Amazed at the variety of the human form, the quirks of anatomy. If tonight's experiment worked, Lois thought she might be ready to work on someone else.

The dickgirl reporter pulled her cock out of Maria's mouth. THe hard shaft was stiff and dripping with spit, and Maria gasped, panting as she fingered her cunny.

"On the bed," Lois ordered.

Maria grunted, the boulders on her chest swaying and pulling painfully on her muscles. She was shorter, and broader of hip and ass. Lois smiled appreciatively as she watched the extra higgle of that ass, the thick thighs and well-shaped calves. The reporter felt good reason to admire them: she had shaped them herself. No gym or binge of ice cream would give an ass so swollen and perfect, or tits that were wider than Maria's torso.

Her familiar took her position on the bed...head on the pillows, legs spread wide and knees up, so that her pussy was clearly visible. Lois could barely see her face, the wobbling tits sitting heavy on her chest, nipples hard.

"Spread yourself," Lois ordered.

The fingers slid under and around the mountainous tits, reaching down between her legs to grab and spread the labia. Lois smiled as the pink tunnel was exposed. Here was her workshop.

Lois sat on her knees, cock pointing forward. She slowly opened the floodgate of power in her mind. It would have been so easy, so tempting, to just throw it open...but the book had warnings about that. No, Lois had a very specific image in mind...something that had been knocking around the back of her brain for days, intruding at odd times. An article about a woman born with an odd anatomy: two vaginas, each with its separate uterus, ovaries.

Hands on her knees, Lois **** herself to relax...pins and needles filled her brain as she directed the power, so slowly, so subtly, as much like a sculptor as a surgeon. Focusing her desire like a scalpel...and before her eyes it began to take effect. Organs shifted to make room; the first parts were entirely internal...her uterus cinching in the middle, as though giant fingers pinched them. Ovaries duplicating. Fat burned from the soft belly to provide the mass, and energy burned like black lightning through Lois Lane's body to provide the power.

The reporter found herself grinning, nostrils flaring as the split continued. There were two individual uteri in Maria's body now...and the birth canal was splitting, growing, forming a Y-shaped branch, the central leg becoming shorter and shorter, and Lois could see it now, the pink line dividing the darkness in Maria's vagina...all the way up to the mouth of her wet cunt.

"Fuck," the young woman shook, her entire body flushed, nipples hard, eyes dilated. "I'm so hot!"

Almost absent-mindedly, Lois felt ovaries pop out eggs into Maria's fallopian tubes. It happened so automatically, the reporter almost didn't realize she'd done it.

Nor could Lois stop as she turned her power on herself. Like an automaton, her violet eyes fell down to her throbbing cock...and pins and needles encompassed her rigid prick. A depression formed, all along the center of the length...and chasm that deepened as Lois felt the power flow through her. She felt like she was simply watching what was happening, a voyeur shivering in unnatural heat as her invisible scalpel cut through the dick...and Lois only came back to herself with a gasp as the incision was complete, and two dicks bobbed free, connected to her body at the root.

Deeper inside of Lois, the reporter could feel other changes taking place. New gonads formed and swelled inside her heavy scrotum, prostates and seminal vesicles swelled. Sperm pumped into existence, a painful throbbing ball of pure need.

Lois gasped, panted, nipples hard. She hadn't intended to "operate" on herself...she had gone too far...lost control...

Then she saw that Maria was still holding her labia apart. Clear liquid was brimming inside the pink pussy, the two vaginal canals clearly visible.

"F-fuck. Please. Breed me," Maria gasped. "Mistress?"

The doubly-endowed dickgirl leaned forward. She had to **** her pricks together, so that side-by-side they could squeeze into the tight entrance...and then each cock went down its own tunnel, and Lois groaned, utterly enraptured by the tremendous heat, the tightness, the doubled sensations overriding her brain. Lois slammed her cocks home, and semen burst deep into the twin cunts in a simultaneous premature ejaculation.

Lois laid on top of her familiar, dicks plugging the doubled cunts. Her hands came up to grab the swollen tits, hands sinking into the warm, pillowy masses.

"It seems the experiment was a success," Lois said. "But we should...conduct further tests."

The hazel eyes of Maria glittered. A stupid grin on her swollen, cocksucking lips.

"Anything, mistress. Anything."

Dark desires flared inside Lois Lane. Her hips moved, stiff pricks sliding through their own cum as they sought to inseminate their little breeder again. Inside Lois Lane's mind, the demon Blaze cemented her control. Little by little, Lois Lane was spiraling into darkness...little by little, she was becoming the perfect tool for her plans. All she needed was a little nudge...an incident to provoke her.

Something Blaze could easily arrange.