Lois Gets Hornier

The reporter growled as sudden pain pierced her skull, the weight of her horns growing heavier. Her tongue felt too big for her mouth, and she let it hang out, feeling it split...and then she could taste Alice, her pussy only inches away, her mouth open as she drank in the young witch's scent...and other things began to change as well.

Lois arched her back, terrible pair of itches growing there, a discomfort like drawing a needle beneath the skin. The reporter panted, pussy burning with need. Black Alice took a step back, and on hands and knees, Lois Lane moved closer, forked tongue flicking out, bolder and bolder, nearer and nearer to that bare pussy.

"What...what's going on with her shoulders?" The young witch asked, voice fascinated. "There's something moving under the skin."

"I think..." Deadman said, standing some ways off, "...let me get her jacket off."

Hands tugged at the collar of the reporter's jacket, and Lois drew her hands up and out of it. Her shoulders were burning now, and she could feel new muscles twitch and scrabble. Alice stared in awe and horror at the two lumps protruding beneath the back of the reporter's shirt.

There was a tear like wet oil cloth being sliced, and the reporter gave a little roar of pain...and then relief, as her wings burst through skin and cloth, opening and closing instinctively in the air.. She couldn't see her knew limbs, but she could feel them, small and batlike, tiny claws scratching away at the tattered shirt and dead skin.

There were other changes inside of her. Lois could feel her clit, hard and hot. It felt bigger than before. So too, there was a mirroring itch at the base of her spine, right above her ass. Lois paused on her advance against Alice to pull down her pants and panties to mid-thigh, suddenly **** for relief.

"Oh shit," Alice whispered. "Is that her clit?"

"And the start of a tail," Deadman said, a hint of worry in his voice.

The reporter's hands grasped Alice's thighs, fingernails suddenly black and curling into claws

"It's uh...it's as big a dog dick," the witch observed, placing her hands on Lois' shoulders. "Does she want to...you think...?"

"Pussssy..." Lois hissed, and with a surge of strength knocked Alice onto her ass.

Deadman's hands clamped down on the reporter's shoulders then.

"DMN transformations tend to be accompanied by a surge in libido and drop in inhibitions," he said. The reporter's clit was now four inches long, thin and pointed, blood red. The pussy beneath it looked swollen and puffy, dripping with a clear, viscous slime. Deadman grunted as the transformed reporter began to struggle harder.

"Maybe we can...let her get it out of her system?" Alice's microskirt had ridden up her thighs, bare pussy on clear display.

Lois could feel her thighs twitch, wanting to bury her clit in that bald cunt.

"I don't know if that's...wise." His grip on her wrists almost slipped for a second, and Lois tried to break free, but he tightened them again at the last moment. "But if you're willing, I'm not sure I can hold her until the transformation is complete."