Lois Has Become A Medusa

The dark coils of Lois Lane's hair writhed. Violet eyes opened as small mouths gaped, their tiny fangs dripping with strange venom. The transformed reporter lay sprawled on her hands on the floor before Blaze's throne; her upper body that of a woman...lithe and beautiful, the small breasts perfectly formed half-teardrops, the abs flat and cleanly muscled.

Yet where the hips should have shaded into shapely buttocks and long, sinewy legs, there the black scales began. The ridge of her spine continued into a long, curling tail that ran three times the length of her old body, smooth and shiny. When at last Lois had gathered her body beneath her into a coiled heap, she opened her eyes...the violet eyes slit with snake-like pupils...and stared down at the monster she had become.

"Magnificent," Blaze whispered from behind Lois. The demon's cock drooped, black jism oozing from a urethra that was stretched and open, purple and raw from the transformed reporter's emergence. "Avert your eyes, my children. Let none of you gaze into her perfect face, for I have invested her with all the power of the gorgons of old."

One acolyte, lost in ecstasy as another tried to buried both hands into her ass at once, failed to heed the demon's warning. She arched her back, supported on hands and feet with breast toward the sky...let her head fall back...and her eyes met Lois Lane's for a brief moment.

The scream that echoed forth did not come from the acolyte's surprised lips. It was from the mouth of her lover, who strove now to remove her hands, trapped in an ass of pure granite.

Behind the medusa, the demon chuckled.

"Go now, Lois Lamia. Do as I bid...and bring me the head of Superman!"