Lois Tries To Change Her New Friend

As the transwoman's tongue explored her pussy, Lois Lane found herself wondering about her new friend. The heat of her desire built up inside Lois as this strange tongue licked at her folds, not skilled but eager...and the reporter thought of all the changes that the Goth had done to herself. The hormones, the piercings...the efforts to remake her body, to gain control of it.

The reporter's hands gripped the back of the Goth's head, to direct that mouth back to her clit. Such a submissive little slut, so eager...and Lois could still taste her cum. It excited the reporter strangely, the heat blossomed inside of her mind, face flushed...she wondered if perhaps she could help her...

She is like clay, waiting to be molded, the voice spoke in her head. She will resist, but you are stronger. Because your desire is greater than hers. What do you wish her to be like?

Lois Lane thought back to her own life...the disappointment with puberty...how glad she had been when she finally grew breasts, how sad she was when they stopped. Something puberty had denied this young transgirl...but perhaps.

"Faster," Lois ordered. "Use your tongue. Flick my bean. Quick as you can!"

Obediently, the transwoman did as she was told. The pink tongue fluttered over the reporter's stiff little clit, and electric waves rushed over Lois Lane's spine as she neared her climax. The energy built and built within her, Lois aware of that desire now, aware of the uses she had for it now...and as she teetered on the edge of climax, her nails dug into that transgirl's scalp and she pushed it down, down into that body...to the stiff little nipples and the almost flat chest, pushing the work of hormone replacement therapy beyond its limit.

In her mind's eye, Lois saw those tiny teats grow and swell...layers of fat growing, stretching the skin, filling out...tiny nipples thickening, nerves building themselves...and beneath her she heard her new friend cry out in wonderment and lust...