Lois Has Had Enough

The reporter heeded the demon dickgirl's warning. Her head was throbbing...both of them.

Between her legs, a cock rose. Nothing monstrous, not a third leg that would break pussies, but it was a solid six inches long, with a dangling pair of testes underneath. Virile, Lois Lane did not doubt. The head seemed to jump in time with her heartbeat, swollen purple head poking out from the foreskin...uncircumcized, of course.

She stared at Angelica Blaze. "Is this what you wanted?"

The dickgirl smiled. "A fine specimen. I'm sure you'll be a good milker once..."

"No," the reporter grabbed the chalice and pulled. Blaze tightened her grip, confusion written across her features.

"What are you doing? Don't spill it..."

The dickgirl was stronger than she looked, but a cold anger moved through Lois Lane now. She knew that she had been played, from almost the moment she had come into this club. Set up, goaded along, poisoned with XXX, and now finally transformed...and she was done with all of it.

Her grip shifted to the bottom of the cup, one hand grabbing the back of Angelica's neck and she moved, pushing instead of pulling, bringing the Black Grail to the dickgirl's lips.

"No, stop-glub!" Angelica said.

In truth, Lois didn't think she could have **** the cup to the woman's lips unless she really wanted it. Her every resistance was half-hearted, and grew progressively weaker as the jism flowed from the dark cup into the waiting mouth. Lois felt her cock twitch as she saw the eyes roll up into Angelica Blaze's head, until only pure whites showed. Her throat bobbed, swallowing as the jizz flowed forth from the Grail...and rent terrible changes to her body.

Lois held the cup to Blaze's lips as the woman's arms fell limply away. There were bulges growing beneath her dress, and Blaze lifted them away to show her swelling genitals. The testicles were already the size of cantaloupes, covered with fine blue veins, hanging heavy and hairless, skin stretching until they hung between her knees. The cock that rose from it was already at the edge of human possibility, thirteen inches long by the reporter's eye, and as thick around at the base as a can of soda.

"Still with me, Blaze?" Lois whispered. She stared at the Black Grail, feeling the terrible potential there. Any more, and Blaze would give up any hope of human life...but was that any less than what she deserved, after what Lois had seen in the other room?