Lois & Lana Never Read The Fine Print

"If you had," Blaze said, her pure white eyes glowing with their own light. "You would have seen that the DMN app is allowed to make other changes to your body as necessary to accomplish the change in your genitals...or as the owner of the app desires."

The Mona Lisa smile split into a toothy grin.

"And sweetmeats...I desire."

Red hands rose, thumbs and fingers snapped...and Lois Lane and Lana Lang fell down as their legs suddenly changed shape, failing to support a bipedal stance. The smartphone hit the bathroom floor with a clatter, and Lois stood up...on four legs.

The reporter quickly took in the changes. Her formerly human arms and legs had become four hairless dog-like limbs, poorly contained in her clothes that now did not fit her. Lana Lang was in a slightly better position, since her skirt rode up on her waist, the scarlet cock hanging luridly down from her flat stomach.

"You...you won't get away with this!" Lois managed, more to say something and distract the demon than to try and change her mind. The reporter's mind raced as she thought about how to get both her and Lana out of this predicament.

"Hmm. In the long run, you're correct. Beyond the boundaries of this club, the DMN app has no power, and your forms will revert. But for now...it amuses me to see you two sluts behave like the animals you truly are. Here, you, firehair—mount your lover. I would enjoy seeing you fuck her in the manner of two dogs humping in the street."

Lana Lang, to her credit, did not immediately move to do as Blaze had ordered—but Lois Lane saw in the command a possible opportunity. As long as the demon was distracted, there might be some opportunity to escape or turn the tables.

So Lois dropped down and raised her ass, letting her tight red pants slip down, since her legs and hips could no longer wear them properly, bearing her cum-filled cunt. The redhead needed no other invitation, though she asked:

"Lois...are you sure?"

"Just fuck me," Lois said, waggling her butt back and forth, her hind legs stiff. "It's okay, babe."

Trotting forward unsteadily on her new limbs, Lana made a kind of hop, scrabbling with her front limbs for purchase as she sought to stab her crimson cock into the reporter's puss...and unseen by Lana or Blaze, Lois tapped at the smartphone that lay beneath her own paws.