Play Along, Keep It Talking

"Sure," Lois Lane said, forcing her voice to remain calm. She stared into that strange face, Lana Lang's features distorted as some other face pushed forward from beneath the skin. "But I want to know who and what I'm fucking with."

It was a challenge, and they both knew it. The bifurcated tongue touched the reporter's cheek...but Lois Lane wasn't shedding any tears. Whatever shock or fear she had felt at first, the reporter had control of herself now.

"Ah, such willpower," the creature said, and there was a cracking of bones as it shifted into a kind of bipedal stance. The "knees" were on the floor, but the figure was unfolding itself inside of the Lana Lang-shaped skin. It loomed over Lois, the arms and legs stretching out...and then all at once, the thin skin burst and fell away, like a tree shedding all of its dead leaves at once.

Which left Lois stuck in a bathroom with a giant woman. Her horns scraped the ceiling. Arms and legs were thick as the boles of trees. The naked skin was red as blood, and so liquid-looking that for a moment the reporter thought she was actually bleeding...but no. It was just that the skin was stretched tight over the demonic figure's muscles, the skin stretched tight over her bones as if she was going to burst through that skin too. Lois could see the shape of her skull through the skin...and the deep sockets of the eyes showed twin white flames rather than pupil or iris.

Proportionally, the demon's breasts were modest...but when you're fifteen or twenty feet tall, "small" tits are the size of medicine balls. Lois felt her gaze drawn to the dark, hairy thatch between the giant's legs...and there was something wrong there. It was too dark, almost completely black, like staring into empty space on a moonless night...except there was a musky smell that made the reporter's nipples go erect.

"You may call me Blaze," the demon said, and the reporter felt the blast of heat from her breath like the open door of an oven.

Giant red hands closed in on Lois, gripping her suddenly. The reporter beat back a sudden surge of terror as she felt that hot skin on her own. This Blaze was burning hot. Lois swallowed, but tried to retain her composure.

"Alright, Blaze," Lois said as she stared the devil in the eye. "You've got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"