Lois Lane Goes From GOAT To Goat

To Blaze, it seemed that Lois Lane's entire body writhed beneath her. The violet eyes went wide...and the pupils stretched horizontally, as though they were going to split in two. Black hair, dark as that on the reporter's head, pushed through the skin of the reporter's legs; her carefully trimmed pubic hair began to spread, hirsute and wet, the cleft between her legs darkening and widening, shifting into an animalistic parody of the formerly tight, demure slit.

Above her eyes, the reporter's brow thickened...something pushed against the skin on either temple, distending it from within...and then burst forth in a bloodless spasm, the dead skin flaking away as the pale nubs of goat-like horns emerged. The reporter ran a tongue, longer and pinker than Blaze remembered, around her lips. The whole face shifted subtlyy in aspect. The small nose broadened a little, the small nostrils widened and flared as the demonic reporter flexed her ass around the demon's cock.

The reddish flush of the reporter's skin shifted and became more natural, settling in as a deep pink, from her pointed ears down her trim, athletic body. The whole lower half of her below the waist was a mass of dark straight hair, and Blaze felt the hard impression of hooves on her buttocks as Lois tightened her grip.

With a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a bleat, the reporter arched her back...the swollen teats wobbled on her chest, and beneath them Blaze could now see four more budding nipples, the flesh beneath filling out, pushing their way into existence. Six breasts in two rows ran down Lois Lane's torso.

It was an unholy amalgamation of woman and beast, no longer fully human, but not a mere animal either. To Blaze's practiced eye, it looked not unlike some of the depictions of the devil in medieval books and codices, the half-informed guesses informed by pagan myth and legend of fauns, satyrs, the Great God Pan...but there was no doubt that the writhing demonic creature beneath her was all-woman. The smell of her pussy was an animalistic musk that sent steel into the demon's dick...and Blaze felt the subtle tug of the corrupted reporter's power.

This new Lois Lane, it appeared, had at least some of the powers of the succubus...and when she spoke, the familiar voice huskier, struggling with the words with her longer tongue, Blaze knew that the changes went far beyond mere physical transformation.