Give Me The Dick

Lois blurted out. It was the first thing that had come to mind. She wasn't scared, really, as much as bewildered by the strangeness of the scenario. The demon wanted her to have a dick. Lois wasn't sure what that would entail, but a part of her was...excited at the possibilities.

For this spell I need access

Spread they dainty legs

Expose thy cunt to my caress

This, Etrigan doth begs.

Lois blushed. Then nodded. The reporter's thumbs hooked the waist of her pants and pulled them down, panties and all, to her knees. She bent over, steadied herself against the wall, to expose her hairy pussy to the onlooking demon from behind.

"Is that enough?" she said, as she looked over her shoulder.

In answer, Etrigan unrolled the tongue from her mouth...except it was now bright red, forked, and about fourteen inches long, the two scarlet tendrils waving like the tentacles of an octopus. The demon dropped to all fours and crept up behind Lois. She could sense her presence by the heat she radiated—palpable even in the steamy warmth of the basement—and her breath on Lois' bare backside was almost painful, like bending over before an open oven. The reporter dreaded the intrusion she half-knew was coming.

Yet when it first came, it was almost light as a tickle—both in her pussy, and against her rectum—the slightest, most questing of penetrations, sliding in easily on its own lubricant, not a hard thrust or inquisitive tongue, but small quivering worms that made their twin ways through her wet tunnels. Almost in spite of herself, Lois felt herself to begin to respond. Her heart beat faster, her pussy and ass almost instinctively trying to clench against the soft invaders, and she struggled to hold onto herself, to not react as they slid in deeper...

She dropped her head, looked down at the toes of her spread legs, the pants and panties bunched around her knees...and the dark depression growing on her panties as juices dripped from her pussy. She pulled up her shirt, a little, to see the patch of pubic hair above her cleft, and the bit of skin right above it. The tongues felt rather deep inside her now, and the heat—an intense, unnatural heat—was building. She watched with fascination as a yellow pentagram outlined itself on her stomach, just above her pubic hair. It seemed to glow right through her skin.

Then, as quickly as they came, the invaders withdrew. Lois panted a little at the friction of the tongues against her inner walls, but stifled a moan as they slipped out.

All's well, our delicious slut

Fairly made was the hex

Soon your balls will fill with nut

Your shaft to grow for tonight's sex!

Lois tried to puzzle out the demon's rhyme...and then doubled over in sudden pain. She stared down at her crotch, and saw the pentagram burning there...but the outlines were spreading, growing more complicated, and finally began to bulge out of her skin. It was a strange and terrible feeling, the flesh of her body shifting and and twisting, bent to those bright curving lines...

It took a minute to get a definitely phallic shape. Huge and thick, it hung off her crotch like a new forearm, the bright yellow head ribbed with soft spines like a cat's penis. She felt sick looking at it, hovering almost level with her tits, then the blobs of testicles began to swell out—the size of hen's eggs, and then lemons, taut and terrible and potent.

As soon as it came on, the geometric lines and shapes of the spell faded...but the cock and balls remained. Lois stared at the heavy veins that ran down its length, the slight bulging curve in the last third of the shaft which looked like a real cuntbreaker...and at the point where the cock melded, imperceptibly, with her own flesh. As she looked the sallow color was already fading, changing to her more natural skin tone.

Sensation came to her—the hot air of the parking garage on the sensitive exposed head. The shift in balance from having this thing hanging off of her crotch like a small third leg, which thankfully was beginning to wilt, growing soft and shrinking. The terrible heat and pressure from behind her testicles...had the demon given her his prostate too? It certainly felt like that.

Awkwardly Lois tried to pull her pants up, and found that even quiescent it would be impossible to conceal it. The bulge of the balls alone shown prominent through the stretched fabric of her tight pants, and she had to tuck the upper third of the cock into the bottom of her shirt. As long as she didn't move or breath too hard, no one would see it...