Epilogue: The Corruption of Lois Lane

After a sex-drenched weekend, Lois Lane stared into the mirror, the book open before her. The image that met her eyes was so strange...her desires had changed her from a slim, small-breasted woman to a fantastically stacked, pierced, hung shemale. Yet all fun had to end sometime...and Lois focused on her body, on her desires.

She no longer had to speak the incantation out loud. It wasn't even a matter of will. To the reporter, it was more like...letting go. Letting the power or energy or whatever it was flowing through her. Every time, it got a little easier, the transformation a bit faster, her control a little finer. Lois Lane breathed out, and it was like a river of electricity flowing through her body and soul...and her body shrunk, shifted, re-assumed its normal proportions.

No more cock between her legs, no pierced, bifurcated tongue. Just Lois Lane as she had been, no one the wiser.

Lois grinned at her reflection. "Until tonight."

Maria lay on the tumult of sheets on the bed, cum dripping out of the new woman's pussy. Lois smiled as she recalled the exhausting journey of discovery they'd had...the young woman was a veritable nymphomaniac, and her excitement and need was infectious. Right now, she was chest-down on the bed, her one small breasts bloated into sizable pillows, easily some of the biggest natural breasts that the reporter had ever seen.

But they could be bigger, the thought came to Lois Lane's head. The reporter moved forward, touched the exposed tit-flesh, and her mind recalled the incantation...and once again she could feel the floodgates open, the power flow through her...and before her eyes, the pale, bloated tits began to swell, gently pressing outwards beneath the weight of Maria's body...and Lois watched them in fascination. So rapt in the slow expansion that it was a sincere mental effort to cease the spell, when the tits had already gotten plainly too big, each one rivaling Maria's head in size.

Well, it serves her right for asking for massive boobs, Lois thought.

She left her sleeping lover, and left for work.

It was strange, having this new power. Lois moved through the crowded streets of Metropolis with new confidence, eyes roaming over the crowds and seeing new possibilities. With but a thought, she could restore the breast of a woman who had a mastectomy...or help a transwoman transition into a woman...turn a morbidly obese man into a bodybuilding hunk...heal genitalia that had been mutilated...restore the faces of those who had been mutilated in a fire...

In truth, Lois wasn't quite sure what the limits of the Spell of Desire were. If her desire was strong enough, she could be the Mistress of Flesh...a Shaper of Bodies. She smiled absently to herself, lost in the potential uses of her power to help people.

Which is why she didn't pay quite as much attention as she should have when she ducked down an alley, her little shortcut that led to the Daily Planet's loading bay, bypassing the often-crowded front lobby. Didn't see the figure lurking there, not until a hand clamped a damp rag over her mouth, a chemical odor flooding her nostrils. Lois instinctively held her breath as the man who'd grabbed her gripped her tight, pinning her arms to her sides with a hug.

Lois went limp, playing dead...and, luckily, her assailant bought her act, and took the rag away.

The chloroform-soaked rag clutched against her breast, squeezing the reporter's clothed tit roughly.

"Not much in the way of tits," the man's voice grunted as he dragged the limp reporter deeper into the alley. "But I bet your cunt is tight."

A ****, Lois felt anger flare inside of her...fear...and, most useful of all, desire. She followed that feeling, strange and out of place as it seemed in this situation.

I don't want him to **** me, Lois thought. I want...I want to turn the tables. I want him to know what it feels like. Take away his weapon. Make him as weak and **** as the women he preys on. I...

The image burned in the front of Lois Lane's mind. She felt him prop her atop a garbage can, his hands pushing up her skirt to get at her panties. Her pussy.

The power almost seemed to press itself down on her. Like Lois was a dam, holding back a vast reservoir. All she had to do was open the floodgates.

His hands pulled down her pants. Something hard and slimy pressed against her labia.

...I want him to know what it's like.

Lois opened the floodgates. The incantation ripped through her mind, the power an electric wave that shot out from the point of contact...his cock touching her pussy. Lois could feel him transfixed as the pins-and-needles sensation engulfed his entire body...and her own crotch. Her pussy bulged, shifted, inverted as a heavy swollen cock pushed out.

As she waxed male, the would-be-**** waxed female. Paralyzed, he could not even scream as her growing dick pushed against his shrinking cock, maintaining the point of content as he once-average member became a micropenis...a large clitoris...a stiff little nub of flesh. Steam burst off his body as he lost inches of height and pounds of muscle, bone warping to a smaller, softer frame. Faty deposits built up on his chest as his breasts surged forth. Dark body hair retreated into his body as the hair on his head lengthened, male pattern baldness reversing itself. Lips plumped, ass filled out and his pants slid down thinner thighs and wider hips.

The dickgirl reporter stood up, no longer pretending to be out of it. She turned, her throbbing cock pointed forward like the mighty weapon it was...and saw before her the young, diminutive, wide-assed, big-titted woman whose pants were falling around her knees, long blonde hair falling over her face, unable to understand what was happening to him...to her...

Possibilities ran through Lois Lane's mind. Why stop here? I could turn her into an obese slob...a bimbo fuckpuppet...reach into her brain and tweak her mind so that she thinks she always was a woman. Or maybe just bend her over and give her a taste of what it's really like to be a woman...

The dark desires flared through the reporter. Her cock was still touching the former man's pussy. It would be so easy to push forward, and break that cherry...

Lois shook herself, and stepped back. The spell ended with a snap, leaving behind the transformed ****...who, not sure what was going on, grabbed their pants and fled.

The reporter let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and felt drained from the unexpected effort of calling back the tide of power that had almost answered her dark desires. She adjusted her panties, tucking away the cock and pulling down her skirt to cover it. Lois didn't feel like changing that back to a pussy, not yet.

It worried her that she had come so close to just remodeling the ****'s life like it was clay.

"Power corrupts," Lois reminded herself, as she headed into the building.

Truer words than the reporter knew.