Epilogue: To Bimbo And Beyond

"You need to eat Lois Lane's ass out for at least six hours," Raven said.

Supergirl blinked. "What?"

Wonder Woman, Power Girl, and Zatanna sat around the table with the young blonde. There was an anxious atmosphere, not least because Wonder Woman was in her full armor, sharpening her sword, a heavy shield leaning against her knee.

"We need to draw out as much of Blaze's power as possible, and we need time to track the connection," Zatanna said. "The more time you can give us, the weaker Blaze will get...and then we can strike hard, capture the demon, and save Lois Lane's soul."

Supergirl squirmed in her seat. Her knees rubbed against each other.

"Will...Lois be okay? You said the more I ate her ass, the more...bimbo she would get."

"She'll start to change," Raven said, her voice carefully neutral in tone. "Everything about her transformation will grow...more intense. The longer you eat her out, the more **** the changes will be; the more **** the changes, the more power it will draw from the demon. But once we've dealt with Blaze, we should be able to reverse any changes. If she wants them reversed."

Power Girl reached over and gave Supergirl a hug. "This is for Lois' own good. You have to eat her ass. For justice."

Supergirl raised her head. Determination on her face. She smacked her fist into her palm.

"For justice!" she whispered.

"So, I just want to go all in. As long as I can! That's cool, right?"

Supergirl smiled. She was in her civilian clothes as Linda Lee, her blonde hair up in pigtails like her girlfriend liked, and wearing the sexy, lacy pink underwear that Lois had bought her. The reporter tilted her head, she smiled winningly.

"Of course sweetie, I'd love that. But...all night long? What if I fall asleep on you?"

The young woman gave what she thought was a sultry smile. Lois had never told her she looked like a slightly stunned rabbit when she did that. It was the big blue eyes. In all of her twenty years, Linda had never learned how to flutter her lashes.

"Then maybe you'll dream of me tonight," the young woman said...and Lois laughed.

"Alright, love. Let me go play with the hose, and then you can eat my ass out as long as you can stand it."

Lois Lane disappeared into the bathroom...and in a burst of super-speed, Supergirl picked up the room, changed the sheets out for red silk, turned off the light and lit a dozen candles, scattered rose petals over the bed, rinsed her mouth out...and when Lois emerged, an hour later after thoroughly cleaning herself inside and out, her eager young lover was almost vibrating in place on the edge of the bed.

Once, the reporter's hair was raven-dark, and fell barely past her chin. Now it was bottle-blonde, and falling down her back past her shoulders. The slimp hips had widened, the ass was meatier, with that slight overhang that jiggled just a little as she walked. Her breasts, which had once been bare palmfuls, now sagged and hung in front of her. When Lois raised her arms above her head, Supergirl could see the edges of them from behind, which drove the young woman wild...and she wore not a stitch, except for a small black pair of panties that had a heart-shaped hole cut in the ass to allow easy access.

"So," Lois said as she sauntered forward, rolling her hips. "Where do you want me?"

Supergirl's hands were small, tight fists on her knees.

"Face down. Butt up. If...if that's okay."

Lois leaned forward, letting her breasts jiggle and hang. Supergirl raised her face so that they could share the kiss...lips opening against each other, the blonde reporter's tongue slipping just past her teeth...and then Lois broke away and slid onto the bed like a cat. The bimbo grabbed some pillows and planted herself on top of them, thighs apart, ass wagging in the air.

"Well?" Lois said to the darkness. "Come and get it."

On her hands and knees. Supergirl approached her lover from behind. She loved the way the reporter's big ass stretched the black panties. The clean smell of her skin. The way she could just taste her pussy as the tip of her tongue touched the very bottom of her cunny...and then slid upwards, into the warm and welcoming hole that seemed to gape open eagerly, welcoming her in.

"Oh yeah," Lois said, laying her head on the side and folding her hands beneath her tits. "Get deep in there..."

On the floor above, Raven floated in midair, cross-legged, eyes closed.

"Contact has been established," the young woman said, her ass almost itching in sympathy as the emotions from below emanated up to her. "Zatanna, are you ready?"

The witch nodded. She sat cross-legged in front of Raven, a polished obsidian sphere on a velvet pillow between them, and intoned. ".ezalB ot kcab knil ecarT"

Green lines, like pale cracks of fire, crawled across the surface. Slowly the sphere rose to float between the women...and Wonder Woman and Power Girl, looking on, saw that the green lines were taking on the shape of continents...mountain ranges...

"Have you ever...?" Power Girl said.

"Yes," Wonder Woman sat stiffly in her armor. "Amazons prefer to use honey. Sometimes in the fall, we give enemas with wine or mead, using hollow gourds. It is part of the festivities in honor of Bacchus."

"Huh." Power Girl said.

"You?" Wonder Woman said.

The big-breasted heroine chuckled. "A couple of times. Not sure if now's the time to kiss and tell."

"We have hours to kill," the Amazon said, her eyes fixed on the floating sphere. It had begun to turn, slowly adding more and more detail. "So...tell me."

A normal human might not have seen the changes. Yet as Supergirl's tongue ran around and around the rim of her lover's asshole, she could feel and see what was happening to Lois Lane's body. Face down and moaning, Lois couldn't see slow swell of her thighs and ass as muscles bunched and grew, fat cells divided and divided again. Small scars faded, skin stretched and tore and healed at a microscopic level. It was unnatural, and slow...achingly slow. In half an hour, the reporter's blonde hair grew a millimeter. Her hipples became a shade pinker. The ribs stood out just a hair more as her abs and muscles became more defined.

Yet the changes had only begun...and the longer they made love, the more they wracked up. Minutes racked up as Supergirl's tireless tongue slid in and out and around. Her hands roamed all over the reporter's ass, squeezed her thighs...and Lois was panting, moaning, moving back and forth as though to fuck her ass on her young lover's face...an Supergirl teased her, letting the tip of her tongue pull at the edge of her ass with just a touch of superhuman strength, forcing it to stretch...

"How do you do that..." Lois sighed happily.

A part of Supergirl wondered what it felt like, to Lois. To feel her anal muscles stretched and tested, constantly teased and stimulated. What kind of heat must be building up inside of her body, how melt-feeling her asshole must get. The superheroine could smell and feel the wet heat of the reporter's pussy leak through her dark panties...and she was aware too of how the fabric of the panties was slowly stretching as the ass and hips grew...and a part of her wishes she could touch those swelling breasts, the lips that were now puffy and beestung.

An erotic thrill went through her tight young body when she first heard Lois Lane's moans grow in pitch...an earnest, aggressive panting need that kept rising and rising in volume until she turned her face into a pillow and screamed, her thick thighs shivering as Supergirl quickly ran her tongue around and around, faster and faster, her face buried completely in that fat ass which had begun to grow like hot bread dough. Supergirl could feel the heat on her face and knew she was losing herself in the act...that she wanted to make Lois cum more and more and more...to watch her grow, to bimbo and beyond...

A bright burning green-white spark showed on the surface of the glowing globe between Zatanna and Raven.

"We've got her," the pale-skinned young witch said, dark circles beneath her eyes, sweat dripping from beneath her arms. Wonder Woman and Power Girl could see how hard Raven's nipples were through her unitard, the way that her butt had been instinctively clamping for the last couple of hours. They said nothing. All the women could feel it. The heat in the room, the moans from belong that had been wafting upwards hour after hour. "Get ready."

The two female powerhouses stood up. Zatanna's eyes opened, shining with green light, her mouth moved in the words of an incantation: ".ereht su ekaT"

In a club, beneath a club. The naked, sweating, and exhausted demon writhed on the floor, three fingers of her right hand buried in her ass. Dark horns rose from her brow, but the coiled dark masses of her hair were limp, the leathery blood-red skin was wrinkled as fine as crepe paper, all skin and bones. She had never imagined that Lois Lane would ever draw this much power...and the sensations carried back over the link had reduced the demon to a puddle of lust.

Totally unprepared when green light burst into her darkness. Power Girl's boots landed directly on the demon's spine, crushing brittle bone into powder. The demon shrieked and rolled, her free hand whipping out, five lines of **** cutting burning swathes into the ceiling. Wonder Woman's sword caught the hand at the wrist, and it slipped away. One booted foot kicked hard, staving in ribs...and with **** Blaze pulled her right hand out of her ass, pointed twisted claws at the Amazonian, who was flung back by invisible ****, smashed into the far wall.

"Cunt!" Blaze rasped, black sparks shooting from her pure white eyes. "I'll..."

Power Girl's fist cracked against the corner of the demon's jaw. Bone shattered, and the jaw hung limp. Red lips peeled back to show fangs..and Power Girl punched the demon right between the eyes.

"For justice," the big-titted blonde said.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos!" Raven intoned, and Blaze screamed as black lightning erupted from every part of the demon's body, the last of her power squeezed out of her like a sponge...and as the ruddy color of her skin faded to a reddish-grey, she slumped. Wonder Woman pulled herself from the wall as the demon's power failed. They watched as Blaze lay there, the wounds slowly healing, but the succubus not moving.

Zatanna held up a small jar in her left hand. With her right, she pointed to Blaze and said. ".evaw tnemnaitnoc livE."

The broken form shifts and swirled in a spiral of green fire, drawn into the small jar...which Zatanna quickly stoppered.

"Well," Power Girl said with a smile. "That was mostly painless!"

Raven and Zatanna shared a look. Wonder Woman and Power Girl saw it.

"What?" Wonder Woman said.

"Blaze was far weaker than she should have been," Raven said. "I fear Lois may have absorbed far more of her power than we predicted. We need to find them now."

The bed had collapsed beneath her weight.

Lois Lane had shifted into a sitting position on Supergirl's face. They could see the young woman's lower body poking out from beneath buttocks the size of medicine balls. Tits like sacks of basketballs bounced as the gigantic bimbo rubbed a clit the size of a golfball. The reporter had to be at least twelve feet tall, with exaggerated hourglass proportions, a flowing length of golden blonde hair that, if she could stand up, would surely have gone down to her ankles.

"Oh!" The reporter's voice boomed, violet eyes sparkling as the four heroines appeared. "Snookums...we have visitors!"

Lois lifted her hips a little...and reached down to pull Supergirl's head out of her asshole with a wet pop. The dazed heroine gasped for air and sat up...and Lois lowered herself down again with a soft crash. She reached forward and gathered her lover to her like a body pillow, crushing Supergirl between her breasts.

"I...don't know if we can fix this," Raven said.

The giant bimbo's lips were perpetually pouty and swollen, but she managed a smile, showing big perfectly white teeth.

"Fix what?" She said as she cradled her lover between her breasts. "I feel fantastic!"