Lois Grows A Piercing, But Not A Dick

The taste of the metal in her mouth fascinated Lois. She let her tongue play around the head, lips soft against the shaft as she started to suck. Listened to the Goth transgirl breathe a little harder as her dicklet stiffened. In truth, Lois did admire her. The way she had taken control of her body, sought to remake it. The desire began to build in Lois, the need, the energy, the buzz inside of her that demanded release...but now that Lois was aware of it, she wondered if she could shape it instead of letting it transform her according to every random desire.

So as the reporter knelt in that bathroom stall, sucking the cock of a transwoman she had just met, she tried to imagine what her own pierced pussy might look like. Something bold, maybe...like a series of eyelets on either side of her labia. Maybe...six on a side. Something that could be tied together with a ribbon to deny access, or pulled apart so that her labia would be spread...or little weights could be hung from them.

The image swam in and out of the reporter's mind, and she had to suck harder to focus. Tasted the salty, sticky pre-cum on her tongue and felt the transwoman's hips begin to buck, the tiny balls tighten. Not every transgirl on hormones could cum, but some did, and Lois knew that this one was getting close...

The buzzing in Lois Lane's body reached a fever point. She could feel herself on the edge of her self-control, the desire demanded release, and she held that image of her pierced pussy in her brain...but she didn't know how to get the desire to flow into that shape. To make it reality. There was something missing...some trick that she lacked...

Don't **** it, a voice came into her head. Relax. Let it flow into shape of your desire. Work with it.

Lois did. Still holding the image in her mind, wanting it so badly, she stopped trying to hold back her desire...and as her acquaintance shuddered and spurted into the reporter's mouth, Lois felt the sharp prickle in her pussy, the pins-and-needles sensation as it reshaped itself...and Lois knew if she looked now, there would be six golden eyelets on each side perforating her outer labia.

The reporter rocked on her heels, empty and exhausted from this bit of magic, and slurped at the last of the salty seed in her mouth as the transwoman withdrew...and Lois Lane was faced with a sudden very important question.