Lois Is A Blonde Bisexual Slut

The human mind, the demon thought as her slippery fingers slid in and out of the reporter's cunny, is a magnificent thing.

That was the brilliance of the magic shampoo. It didn't change Lois's mind at all, it simply made her more open to suggestion. Once the reporter accepted what Blaze told her, it was the reporter herself who worked up all the justifications to support that decision. All Blaze had to do was plant a few ideas, and Lois Lane would do the rest herself.

"I'm a slut," Lois said, as if to herself. "I...of course I'm a slut. Sex feels good. I like sex. I want sex. Nothing wrong with that."

Angie Blaze smiled. Now that Lois had accepted the idea, the suggestible state was fading, and the reporter's old intelligence was incorporating the new facts about her being.

"That's right," Blaze said, her left hand squeezing Lois Lane's left breast. She wondered if Lois needed a little push. "There's nothing wrong with being a slut. You're an adult woman after all. In control of your sexuality. It's not like you're a whore."

A shudder went through Lois, and her cunt muscles tightened on Blaze's fingers. The demon's smile widened. She had definitely struck a nerve.

"That's right," Lois said, breathing heavy. "I'm not a whore. Just a slut. An ethical slut. Exploring my sexuality. Nobody can tell me who I can and cannot fuck. Men, women...at the end of the day, why limit myself to just one? Th-they're both...att-tractive..."

Blaze sped up her fingering. She could tell Lois was close to cumming. Once that happened, the suggestible state would be totally finished.

"That's right. Men and women are both beautiful in their own ways. What do you find sexually attractive about women?"

"The-their lips. Their breasts," Lois began to moan and grind her hips. "Tits. I love tits. Big, small...I want to suck those nipples hard. The shape of their ass. I...I always sneak stares of their asses. I thought it was...ah! Ah!"

Blaze shifted her grip, not so much fucking the reporter's cunny with her fingers but rubbing the stiff clitoris as fast as she could. The demon almost wished she could be in the reporter's head right now...as the suggestions and prompts sunk down into her subconscious, and the new, very different Lois Lane was ready to emerge.

With a full-body shudder, Lois Lane's thighs clamped tight, and Blaze clutched her tight, coaxing her through the orgasm...and then she guided the reporter under the stream from the showerhead. The magic shampoo's power was spent, and now Angie Blaze washed it out of Lois Lane's bleached blonde hair.