Lois Gets A Truly Cavernous Cunt

Circe pulled her cock out. Blood followed, first a little torrent, then a trickle. Lois mewled in pain...and then green fire began to play beneath her skin. Reknitting broken muscle-strands, turning fat into integument and other bodily tissues. Repurposing Lois Lane's entire body to fit the sorceress's whims.

Most cocks top out at six inches. Five is average. Seven-inch cocks are porn star territory. Eight and nine inches are one in tens or hundreds of millions. One in a billion might have a cock ten inches or longer. Statistically speaking, foot-long dicks don't exist. The Guinness Book of World Records lists the biggest dick in the world at 13.5 inches...and that's it. One in six or seven billion.

So imagine the kind of cunt that could take a dick that big as easily as a normal woman would take a six-inch prick.

Lois Lane's hips cracked as they spread. The rings in her labia jangled. She could actually see her abdominal muscles being pushed up as her pussy grew in length and girth, pushing pesky organs out of the way, pelvic muscles stretching, reinforcing, growing to accommodate their new task of taking cocks as big as the average forearm. New nerves grew as well...and the reporter could barely process that, the sense of new, untouched territories inside of her, bundled nerves in her pussy gathering...

...and her clitoris was growing to match.

Most of the clit isn't visible on the surface. It's buried in the pelvis, out of sight but never out of mind. Lois grew short of breath as she felt the visible part of her clit swell, hood growing taught over the pink nub that was the size of her pussy, but now hard and erect was as big as the average cockhead, though still smooth...it wasn't like women bodybuilders who look like they have little cocks. It was just that her new cunt was built on a bigger scale. This was the kind of pussy that humans might have evolved if foot-long cocks were average.

At this point, Lois Lane's hips were as wide apart as her shoulders. Her pudenda was swollen, instant camel toe. Circe reached down, her hand obscenely small by comparison to the reporter's cavernous cunny, and her hand slipped into the tunnel as easily as another woman might slip in a finger.

Lois gasp, new nerves on edge, supremely sensitive.

"What do you want," Circe said, her voice triumphant, indulgent. "My arm or my cock?"