Lois Lane's Prison Becomes A Womb

Crimson flesh flowed over the reporter. A thick tendril of it slid down her throat, even as the cocks in her pussy and ass lengthened, softened, and filled her holes. The glob of scarlet meat that had been the demon Blaze completely encapsulated the helpless reporter...and though she could not scream, Lois did not drown in that meat either. Trapped in darkness, she yet felt things around her shift...

The bloody globe of flesh molded itself around the reporter. Black lightning crackled over the surface as Blaze reorganized her tissues to new and sinister purpose. Dimly, Lois Lane was aware of the drowsiness that came upon her as the demonic limbs that impaled her slid deeper inside...she was vaguely aware of small tendrils that slithered up her nostrils and into her ears as though they intended to meet in her brain...and even more dimly was aware that the all-encompassing heat around her grew more intense. Sweat filled the small space where she was confined...and more than sweat. A black, viscous liquid oozed from the walls, and before long Lois could feel it all around her.

When the flesh released her arms and legs, Lois was too tired to struggle. She floated in the darkness, so exhausted that she hovered on the edge of unconsciousness. Around her, the fluid-filled sac grew taut, a bubble in which she was held suspended as the tentacles in pussy, mouth, and ass invaded her systems. Though she could not see it, Lois could feel the invasion of her cells...the black blood that began to pump into her veins, to flow throughout her body, the tiny tendrils that slipped into her skull and began to spread throughout her brain.

Pride and lust had been the reporter's downfall; and these were the sins that Blaze had known and treasured as old friends. The tentacles swelled in the reporter's pussy and ass, to **** her holes wider, and that extra stimulation sent the reporter over the edge. The terrible climax shattered her consciousness and as her back arched she slipped into a darkness that welcomed her...and Lois Lane's last conscious thought was of a dinosaur trapped in a tar pit, sinking down into eternity.

Which is when the living womb that was Blaze began her true work.