Epilogue: Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Lois Lane woke up before the alarm. Eyes wide, she stared at the ceiling. Trying desperately to hold onto the last lingering remnants of the dream...the same dream she'd been having for a month. There had been men waiting for her, at the gloryhole in the club. The first stop of the night. Lois could almost taste those cocks...

Then the alarm sounded, and she **** herself out of bed. To shower, shave her legs. All the little ablutions of the day, the daily maintenance that kept her body firm and thin.

And for what? Lois wondered as she soaped up her breasts. In the dream, her tits were huge, soft, pillowy masses with pierced nipples that she could tug at while strange men fucked her ass. The reporter's bare palmfuls were so...disappointing by comparison. She let the hot water rinse the suds off of her chest and stepped out of the shower, so that the cold air could shock her back into reality.

Face it, Lois Lane, she thought to herself. You're not some utter slut with big tits and a fat ass. Only in your dreams...

On the way home from work, Lois stopped off for a beer. She couldn't say why she wanted one, or why had gone three blocks out of her way to stop at this particular bar, which was oddly familiar to her. They had a particular microbrew she liked, a heather ale made at a local Metropolis microbrewery, and Lois sat in a booth and drank it while reading a book on her phone...and before she knew it, Lois realized she'd had three of them, and she had to pee.

The crowd, she saw, was much rougher at this hour. The bar was close enough to Suicide Slum to get some of the better class of petty crooks, the blue collar workers who moonlighted as lookouts, drivers, and muscle. Lois hurried into the bathroom, and noted with disgust that there was actually a hole drilled in the side of the stall...and then she smiled and almost laughed as she sat down to do her business. Because wasn't this just the sort of place that her dream-self would go?

It was Lois Lane who sat down on the toilet...but when two fingers poked through the hole, with a twenty-dollar bill, it was Joanne Joy who took the money, and didn't even bother to wipe her cooch clean as she settled her knees on the sticky floor.

The cock that popped through the hole was only half-hard, thin and sort starved-looking. Joy took it in two fingers and swirled her forked, pierced tongue around and around the head, clearing off the smegma and loose pubic hairs before her pillowy lips around it and began to suck. Absently, she heard the door open and close, the shuffle of feet. A line was forming. Which suited Joanne just fine, because she was thirsty.

As she slurped to her first cummy load of the evening, Joanne brought her smartphone up and held it to the wall just above the hole at eye level. She immediately found her place and kept reading. It was a good book, a biography of Lois "Lipstick" Long, the famous flapper reporter of The New Yorker in the 1920s. Joanne loved how carefree and jaded and sexually unrepressed she was...

Sometime past midnight, Joanne Joy swirling the last load of bitter, nasty jizz around in her mouth while on her way to the park to get some cock for her ass, when the smartphone rang. She didn't even break stride as her tits and ass shrank, the tiny dicklet inverting into a perfect, tight pussy. It was Lois Lane who swallowed the strangely salty and nasty wad of filth in her mouth and answered.

"Lane," she said into the phone. It was Perry White, her editor at the Daily Planet. "What's up, chief?"

Sirens came from her right. Explosions. Lois found herself already heading in that direction. Superman was fighting the Parasite in Metropolis Park. She didn't even think about why she was already heading that way, this late at night. It didn't matter. Lois was on the case...

From her lair, Blaze stared into the scrying-pool, watching the reporter hurry toward the site of the battle. The two sides of the same coin were beginning to blend into one another. Though neither Lois Lane or Joanne Joy were aware of each other's existence just yet, the transitions between the two were already quick and seamless...and soon, the demon knew, more and more of Joanne's activities would bleed into Lois Lane's daily life.

Of course, that could take days...weeks...months, even. Many human maintained a double life for years.

"No, sweetmeat," Blaze said as she placed her hand near the surface of the water. "You need a little push."

A black spark hit the pool.

Thunder crashed above the park, setting the trees nearest Lois Lane ablaze. A massive blow set the Parasite crash across the sward, digging up turf and bursting through park benches. As fist-sized hail began to rain down, Lois sought shelter in the nearest structure still standing...a public bathroom.

She wasn't the only one. The place was stuffed to the gills with the homeless, with people looking to use this place for a late-night hookup...it reeked of sweaty bodies and stale piss, but with ice crashing down outside, Lois found herself squeezed in.

The reporter didn't even know where the first hand came from...but she felt it on her ass. Outnumbered, tightly packed, an instinctive desire to pull away or say something died in her lips. Indeed, a strange heat filled the reporter...something shifted inside of her. The overhead light went out, and now she realized how utterly dangerous it was, to be here a woman alone, surrounded by men...and then a voice she didn't recognize spoke, a sultry, husky voice that she recognized only from her dreams.

"Well boys...how are we going to entertain ourselves?"

Lois blinked in the darkness, sure for half a moment that the voice had come from her own throat.

Then the hands started grabbing at her from all sides. Pulling her pants down, then her panties. Fingers squirming to find her holes. Pushed and pulled between dirty bodies as she was manhandled toward one of the walls, hands groping at her titties, invading her lips...and then Lois felt the edge of a sink right above her crotch, and lightning flashed bright outside...just enough, for a moment, to see herself in the mirror.

It was a reflection she didn't recognize. Not while awake.

Then the flash was gone, and Lois felt the first cock squirm into her asshole...and it should have hurt, but it almost felt like she was used to this...