Ignore It

Lois pulled her pants up, doing her best to ignore the creeping erection as her cock stiffened inside her pussy. She was a professional reporter, and had dealt with stranger transformations than this in her day. No cock would slow her down when she was on the trail.

"So. Cult." She prompted the goth. "The Black Door. Show me."

Reluctantly, Rat led on...down the hallway, around a corner. Each step, the cock inside of the reporter seemed to dig in a little further. She had never been one of those crazy people that tried to walk around with a sex toy inside them, and just walking was difficult—like getting fucked, but not in a pleasant way, the cock rubbing against all the wrong placed inside, the base of her dick uncomfortably tight. She distracted herself by focusing on her breathing and paying attention to their surroundings.

Lois saw that they were at the entrance to some kind of underground parking garage, a freight elevator on the left, and on the right...a slab of darkness, eerily and precisely rectangular, which seemed to drink the light.

There was graffiti around it. Weird, crude stuff somewhere between cave paintings and H. R. Giger. Lois noticed a lot of figures which combined male and female genitalia, men and women with bloated bellies defined by great black spirals...

The goth led Lois up to the patch of darkness and reached out a hand to rap on it. A moment before he made contact, a square of light appeared in it, quickly shadowed by a pair of eyes. It seemed to stare through them.

"What do you breeders want?" The voice was of ambiguous sexuality—deep like a female bodybuilder.

"A drink," Lois said firmly. "And some action."

"Yeah?" The eyes narrowed. "Don't know if you can handle the kind of action we got in here, sweetheart."

The reporter stared the bouncer down.

"Try me," she insisted.

"We got a toll. You want in, you need to deliver one load of fresh cum."

Lois didn't flinch. "Not a problem. Rat? Front and center."

"What?" He said, taking a couple steps forward. "What am I doing?"

"Drop your pants," she told him.

"What? Come on, I just..."

Her hand hit the back of his head, sending him staggering forward a step. With an accusatory glare, he undid her black jeans and slid them down, exposing his skinny dick.

"Get hard," Lois ordered.

"I can't just..." Rat protested.

"Get hard now."

Her hand slapped down on the cock hard enough to raise a mark. A thin squeal hissed through Rat's clenched teeth...but two more slaps were enough to get his cock up to full mast. Lois grabbed the prick like she owned it.

"Where do you want it?" She asked the bouncer.