Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Does Lois Go Mad, or Get Mad?

Lois Goes Mad

It began as a chuckle. Tears began to stream down her face, mouth twitching at the corners. Lois gripped the chair arms and ground her ass down into the wooden peg that felt like it was splitting her apart, and heard the laughter spill out of her mouth, increasingly louder and unhinged.

"Doing okay down there pet?" Circe said.

Lois cackled, trying to push herself down, to thrust the wooden cock deep into her asshole. She wanted to feel what it was like to have a tree up her ass. Wondered if it would sprout and go clear through her, to come out her mouth, what that would feel like...

"Let's just get you healed up..."

The reporter's scalp itched, like ants crawling over her open wounds. The pain settled to a dull throb, and then simply lines that seemed to pulse and burn, settling finally into a dull itch. The former reporter squirmed harder, wondering how big her asshole could get. She'd never tried to fist herself before, and she wondered why...

A wet sponge pressed against the skin of her scalp, washing away the blood. Lois couldn't suppress a giggle. She was so pretty now. Circe had made her so pretty! She shook her tits from side to side, watching the rings jiggle, admiring the fine work on the tattoos, inky black shadows against her dark tanned skin. She loved her new body. Wanted to see what else her mistress had done to her.

"Okay now. I want you to see this," Circe said.

A mirror appeared in front of Lois, hanging in the air. Behind her, Circe held another mirror. Between the two reflections, Lois could see what had been tattooed on her head, freshly healed by the sorceress' magic.

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"My hair..." Lois said, watching the fuzz grow in. But not the typical raven black. It was a different color, lighter, almost...lavender. Just like Circe's. A part of her knew she should be horrified, but as it was it just felt...perfect.

"One more little secret," the sorceress whispered in her ear. "You'll have to dye it, if you don't want your coworkers to find out. But now...what do you want, my pet?