Get Fucked

"You're like me, aren't you?" The goth said. "Just a horny little pierced slut. Begging to be fucked."

There was something about the way the shemale said it...the heartfelt longing and lust in her voice. For a moment, Lois wanted to be that person.

A moment was all it took.

She could feel her throbbing erection shrinking, pins and needles as her cock changed to be a pathetic little pecker. The feeling crept into her asshole, her backside shifting to meet her desires. Lois could feel her pert pucker shift into a swollen pink donut, the veteran whole of a complete anal sex addict.

"Yes. I want your cock," Lois said, hardly recognizing her own voice. "I want your cock in my ass."

They quickly shifted positions. Lois kept her pants pulled up just enough to hide her new equipment, exposing her swollen and eager asshole as she bent over the toilet.

"I haven't topped in a while," the goth said. "I...I'm a bit backed up. But I'll try not to cum too soon."

She produced a small pocket packet of lube, tore it open with her teeth, and poured it over Lois Lane's ass. Then a condom wrapper hit the floor. Safe sex. The goth tranny was really doing things properly. Lois knew that she should take as much care, if she was going to do this more regularly...and then wondered where that thought had come from.

Lois hugged the toilet as she felt the condom-covered little prick touch her twitching butthole. A sense of breathless expectation filled her. Clammy hands grabbed her ass as the little goth pushed her prick inside. She could feel the heavy metal of the thick-gauge prince albert piercing, hard and cold, right through the condom.

Her asshole swallowed the cock like it had been made for it. Which, Lois reflected, it kind of had been. The spell had reshaped her body according to her desire, and her desire had been to be what her new lover desired. Her lover...

"H-hey," Lois Lane said as the tight little balls brushed against the waistband of her pants. "What's your name?"