Lois Lane's Dick Has Grown Bigger

The reporter stared down at her tiny cock—and was it her imagination, or was it bigger than before?

Her fingers stroked the little thing. When she had first seen it, her cock had only stood out an inch. Like her clitoris, but thicker and jutting out, the rounded glans had barely poked out of the foreskin.

Now, the head had fully emerged. The foreskin was pulled back behind the edge of her little helmet, and the whole thing had swollen up like a mushroom. One finger teased the piss-slit, and Lois wondered if she could actually pee out of it...or if she could ejaculate.

"Bigger...it actually got bigger!" Lois whispered to herself, unable to keep her fingers off of it.

Lois Lane's tongue-tip touched her upper lip. The words...she had said the words before and it had worked, hadn't it? Maybe she had said them right after all. Maybe if she said them again...

The reporter sat, bottomless, on the edge of the bed. The book fell open to that page, as though it wanted to be read.

"O friend and companion of night..." Lois recited, her heart thumped harder against her breastbone, the excitement rising. She hadn't thought much about the words the first time, but now she wondered, as they tumbled out of her mouth, what she was sacrificing.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos...so mote it be!"