Lois Takes The Pill

The reporter hesitated. She hadn't really believed Tyrell when he'd told her about the bimbo pills. **** that make your tits bigger and cause brain damage? That just didn't seem realistic. Yet Lois Lane also knew that super **** existed...**** that gave superpowers. Super speed, super strength. Suddenly, faced with this strange, almost naked woman, the reporter could well believe that this little pink pill would do exactly what Tyrell said it would.

Yet Lois also knew that journalism entailed risks. While she had never taken **** while undercover before, the reporter had done other things...legally questionable things. Gone through gang initiations. Sworn oaths. She told herself that this Blaze obviously wanted her to buy her ****. That one taste wouldn't hurt her...and maybe, just maybe, Lois was curious what it would be like. Just once. If the **** did work. To be a big-titted bimbo.

So Lois Lane smiled, the perfect buyer. Leaned forward and opened her lips. Closed them on Blaze's fingers...her tongue tasted the woman's juices...and pulled the pin into her mouth.

Automatically, Blaze's hand clamped on the reporter's mouth, fingers digging into edges of her jaw. The almost-naked **** dealer's other hand caressed the reporter's throat in little petting motions.

"Swallow," Blaze whispered.

Lois hesitated...the hairs were standing up on the back of her neck, and the hands on her were inhumanly hot...but she found her resolve and dry-swallowed. The pill slid down her throat and hit her stomach, where it seemed to blossom into a little ball of fire.

Blaze smiled. She didn't show any teeth. Just the slightest bow to her lips. Like the Mona Lisa.

The "demon" let Lois go. The terrible eyes fixed on Tyrell.

"Thank you," Blaze said to the black man. "You may go. I'll deal with her in private."

Lois looked back...almost wishing Tyrell would protest. But the black man was already stepping back into the freight elevator, drawing the doors down. They shared one last glance...and then there was the clunk and whirr of the engine, and Lois Lane was locked in the room with the **** dealer...

"Onset is typically ten minutes, when ingested orally," Blaze said. She sauntered over toward the crowded table and found a mostly-full bottle of vodka. A sweep of an arm cleared two chairs, and Blaze sat in one. "Come. I want to describe what you're about to experience."