Infiltrate the Cult

The spell I cast...it's fueled by desire! Lois Lane thought. And I know it can make inanimate objects, because it made the metal piercings through my nipples. So if I can just imagine it strongly enough...

She stared through the gloryhole. The two men turned, not bothering to cover up, giving her a good view of their caged crotches. The reason why was readily apparent; although the men insisted on standing up to pee, they couldn't aim their trapped pricks very well, the cages were a dripping mess, which they had to clean as best they could with paper towels.

Lois Lane fixed her gazed on their trapped flesh. The swollen meat sticking out through the iron bars. Tried to make herself think what it would feel like...to have manhood, only for it to be locked away at someone else's whim. She found herself mumbling under her breathe a litany of soft obscenities...as if trying to hypnotize herself into the realization of what she wanted...what she needed...

Pins and needles stabbed into the reporter's crotch. She didn't dare look down, but kept her eyes focused on the men patting ineffectually at the steel harnesses caging their junk. The waistband of her tight red pants tightened as the crotch bulged forward unnaturally. New signals hit her brain. Cold metal. A terrible numbness, followed by pain, as sensitive flesh pressed against steel bars too small to hold them. Lois reached down and scratched at hr pubic hair, now in plain view as the cock cage pulled the pants and panties lower...and when the men zipped up their filthy jeans to hide their shame, Lois reached down and quivered to the touch as she felt her fully intact testicles and cock...locked away in steel.

The two cultists exited the bathroom, and Lois quietly slipped out behind them. Her big tits with their new piercings jiggled bra-less beneath her shirt, and the caged cock between her legs felt like it jutted forward like the prow of a ship. She kept her distance, but followed them a little ways through the crowd. A glance at her smartphone showed her it was later than she thought, the cultists would be meeting in half an hour. The men moved toward the bar, no doubt to get a bit of liquid courage before the ceremony...and Lois debated whether to go down to the sanctum sanctorum early, or to wait until the men headed that way.