No, I'd Like To Spend More Time With You

Lois Lane didn't want to think about what changes would go through her body if she went to a gloryhole.

"Can't we...have a bit more fun...just the two of us?" Lois said.

The goth swallowed hard. Their pierced dick hung down limp and spent. She looked at the nearest stall.

"I can't really get it hard again fast unless..."

"Unless?" Lois prompted.

"...you want to go into the stall and eat my ass?"

"Sure," Lois said, still smiling. She was sure that was one thing that she wouldn't want to emulate.

They decamped to the stall. The goth, hovering over the toilet, dropped her pants. Lois Lane had never been so glad to see a pasty-white pair of hemispheres in her life. No tattoos, no piercings. And, thankfully, her friend was clean back there. Apparently she'd been hoping for a little anal action and had come prepared.

Lois Lane licked the backside, and thought about her cock. She could feel it, in between her legs, straining against the crotch of her tight red pants, the heavy metal ring through the glans. Just like the dick of the transsexual whose ass she was eating out.

She dipped her tongue between the cheeks, letting the tip run around the rim of the anus, the little starfish fleshing as her friend pushed his ass back, encouraging Lois Lane to go deeper. A born bottom, this one, Lois had no doubt.

But I'm not, she thought, reaching forward to take the pierced cock in her hand, gently rubbing it. If I have a dick, I don't want a little one like this...it should be...bigger...

Lois felt her crotch getting tighter. She waggled her tongue against the middle of the pucker, feeling the little sphincter give way, letting her in, only a touch of bitterness, no worse than sucking on asparagus. Her finger tugged gently at the ring through the glans, and she felt the tranny's cock begin to stiffen.

I should have a big cock, Lois thought, picturing the kind of dick she really wanted to have. She wondered about the spell, the limits of it. So far, she had been transformed by random desires, what she saw.

But what if I focused on what I wanted, instead? Could I actually give myself the cock of my dreams?

The reporter couldn't see the results, with her tongue slurping the butt in front of her, but she could feel it. In her mind's eye she imagined the kind of cock that she wanted to have. Long. Thick. With a hefty pair of balls beneath. The kind of cock that would put most men to shame. That would make bitches squeal. And yes, it would still have the Prince Albert. That would be the piece de resistance. Pins and needles filled her crotch, pants getting tighter and tighter. Painfully tight. **** for release.

"Ah...I...I think I'm ready for more..." the transsexual said. Her pathetic pecker was hard again in the reporter's hand.

"Yes," Lois said, feeling her own, much bigger erection in her pants. "You are."