Overdose

Pink liquid flooded out of the crimson cunt in front of her. It scalded the reporter's tongue and burned down her throat, and when it hit her stomach her whole body roiled. Blaze held the reporter's neck in a grip like velvet-wrapped steel, not allowing Lois Lane to pull away as the burning liquid filled the reporter's mouth and splashed down her chin.

"You would have done it anyway, eventually," Blaze said as a terrible heat began to grow in Lois Lane's body. Her violet eyes grew wide in shock and fear...before dulling over, suddenly placid as a cow. "One too many pills. The **** eating away at your brain like acid. Tits swelling bigger than your head. The perfect bimbo body on a brain fit for a sheep. More animal than human. Only good for one thing. Fucking."

A trickle of blood ran down from one of the reporter's nostrils. Her eyes refused to focus. Inside her mind, the bits and pieces that made Lois Lane the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, that made her a person, were dying. Her frontal lobes shrank...and so to, for the most part, did the rest of her grey matter. Memories vanished, vocabulary gone, higher reasoning regressed. Lois couldn't even feel sad about the parts of her that were burned away as the demonic **** ripped through her mind. She couldn't even remember the parts that were gone.

As her mind shrank, other parts of Lois swelled. Her already sizable breasts began to push out further, the skin stretched to the breaking point as what had once been small handfuls inflated to nearly spherical cannonballs hanging off her chest. Hips creaked as her ass grew bloated and taut, which pushed her face and its longer tongue deeper into the demon's crotch; her waist constricted almost painfully as her lower ribs dissolved, forcing her into an almost inhuman hourglass shape. New instincts kicked into gear as Lois lapped at the salty slit, unaware of the smaller changes...her fingers and hair grew and teeth whitened. Her swollen lips sucked at Blaze's cunny, and the demon ran her hand over the night-dark hair that now reached down to Lois Lane's waist...and contemplated the uses she had for the bimbo fuckslut eating her pussy.

"Now the question is," Blaze said aloud. "What to do with my new bimbo pet? Should I keep you for myself? Or let my black gangsters downstairs run a train on your pussy and dump their nasty loads into your fertile cunt, so that I can deliver to Superman his one true love, utterly ruined, destroyed, and knocked up?"

One red finger pressed against the bimbo's forehead and **** the lips away from the blood-red slit for a moment. She stared into the reporter's dumb, uncomprehending eyes as she tried to figure how to put this in terms Lois Lane could understand in her reduced state.

"Slut want cock?" Blaze asked. "Or cunt?"