Lois Lane's New Friend Explores Her Body

The tattooed, muscular blonde hit the stop button, and the elevator lurched to a halt. Lois Lane swallowed as the woman drew close, unsure how to react...and then the woman's hands were pressing against the reporter's breasts through her shirt, the big, soft fat tits giving way. This close, Lois could smell her friend...they smelled like strawberries, tequila, sweat, and gasoline exhaust. The face leaned in, a tongue stealing out to lick the transformed reporter's swollen lips.

"I'm Diesel," the woman said.

"Lois," the reporter managed to stutter. She could feel her bigger ass pressing into the metal wall of the elevator.

Diesel smiled. One of her hands dropped down touch the waistband of the reporter's pants. Lois knew there were tattoos there, over the flat stomach...and then, without preamble, the hand slid down, pushing past the sweaty tuft of carefully trimmed pubic hair, until Rose was cupping the reporter's slit.

"You're fucking hot, Lois," Diesel said. "And I want to eat your pussy. Do you want that?"

Pins and needles tingled behind the reporter's eyes, and she felt suddenly light-headed, body even warmer than before. She wondered if that was the spell, working off her desires...rewiring her brain.

"Yes," Lois huffed. "Please."

Diesel dropped to her knees. Lois Lane's big breasts heaved as she sought to understand what was going on inside of her. The muscular woman's hands pulled at the reporter's pants, squeezing them down over her expanded derriere, exposing her dripping pink pussy. The reporter's forked tongue ran over her lips, the tongue-studs running over the piercing of her lips...her body was so hot, and the pins-and-needles sensation in her head was moving deeper inside.

"You're such a hot slut," Diesel said, before burying her face in between the reporter's legs. Lois stiffened and shuddered, her hands with their big pink nails grabbing at Diesel's head. The tongue pressed against the reporter's lips, and Lois Lane's eyes rolled up into her head. She wanted it to feel good, and so it did feel good. In fact it felt great. The better it felt, the better Lois wanted it to feel, and the pins-and-needles sensation blossomed in her brain, and Lois shuddered as parts of her were re-written to match her new desires...and right now Lois had only one desire overriding all others...