Epilogue: Stuck In You

"What do you mean you don't know how?" Blaze, in Lois Lane's body, growled with the reporter's voice.

"I mean I've never been a demon before. I don't know how to do magic!" Lois insisted, shifting her new genitalia to a more comfortable position. Fucking her own body with Blaze's cock had been a novel and rewarding experience, but now she just didn't know what to do with her junk.

"You just...ah fuck!" Lois watched the now human Blaze hold her head in her hands. "You don't...I don't...have any magical potential. I can't cast the spell."

"You mean you're stuck like this?" The now-demonic Lois couldn't even recognize her own voice when it was coming out of Blaze's throat. "But...I've got work! I have to be at the Daily Planet on Monday!"

"And I'm currently pregnant with four babies!" Blaze screamed back. "You think I want to be stuck her until I...you...we give birth?"

Demon and human both blinked, the implications sinking in.

"Okay, so just...tell me how to do it. This body has plenty of magic, right? Magic coming out of your pretty red ass!"

"It's not that simple," Blaze sighed. "Soul swapping is advanced magic. It's not one of those things were you just mutter an incantation and wave your hands. It'll take you months to master the necessary skills, even with my help."

"Help!" Lois seized on the idea. "We can call someone. You must know a bunch of demons that can undo this, right?"

The big violet eyes grew large. "No. Absolutely not. Even if I didn't expire from embarrassment, in my weakened state they would be sure to take advantage of my infirmity. For the sake of our unborn, I cannot allow that."

The now-human woman rubbed her tummy, as if imagining the bump that would grow there. "We could call...some mortal sorcerer. One of the defenders of this realm. They would be honor-bound to help us. But I don't...exactly know how to get in touch with them."

Lois snapped her crimson fingers. "I do! I have Zatanna on speed dial. She owes me from that thing at the time in the place."

One frantic phonecall later, Zatanna blinked into the remnants of the underground poker game. Instinctively, Lois bent over, trying to cover her cock with her hands. Blaze stood proudly and defiantly naked, jizz still dripping from the reporter's pussy.

"Explain this again," the witch said. "Carefully."

"Well, you see," Lois began. "I was investigating these women that had gone missing..."

Zatanna listened to the whole story, Blaze chiming in at moments to add a few missing details that Lois didn't know, or to cackle over her little victories during the poker game, or to go into sufficient detail about their lovemaking to make Zatanna blush and Lois feel the cock start to harden again.

"...and that's why we need your help," Lois said finally, smiling. Too late, she realized that displaying her fangs might make her look more threatening than friendly.

The witch was quiet for several minutes. When she finally spoke, it was with measured tones.

"That was the more nonsensical horseshit I've ever heard. You're a card-carrying evil demon bitch, and you acted like a slut trying to lose her virginity on prom night." The white-gloved hands rose to rub at her temples. "I cannot believe you two actually think getting together and having a relationship and raising babies is a good idea."

She sighed.

"Which is why I want a show of commitment from both of you." Zatanna crossed her arms in front of her chest, inadvertently putting her cleavage on greater display. "You're both going to stay switched until you get legally married."