Pleasure His Pecker

Lois Lane trotted forward. She could only imagine what she looked like, her nose drawn back by hooks, a curly tail sticking out of her backside, breasts hanging freely from her chest, arms and legs bound together so that she "walked" on her knees and elbows, little piggy-ears on her head. The big blue eyes of Superman, similarly bound by Circe's foul magic, swelled with pity.

That wasn't the only thing that was swollen.

He tried to move as she got closer, but Lois brushed her cheek against his. Just a brief bit of skin contact, but he was so warm, and smelled of summer days and clean air. A part of her dearly wished to whisper to him that it would be all right, that she wanted to help him...but what came out of her mouth was a plaintive grunt, like the sow that Circe pretended she was.

Undeterred, Lois brushed against the naked Superman's side, her head dipping under her chest. She could see the swollen balls and stiff, leaking prick, the head almost flush with his chiseled abs. He grunted, tried to retreat...but Circe, who watched the whole thing, tsked him.

"Now now...it looks like your little sow is trying to be affectionate. Why don't you be a good boar and roll over."

It wasn't a request. Heavily, Superman fell onto his side, and rolled onto his back, his "trotters" in the air. Lois moved over him, staring down at those perfect muscles, the little curly hair on his chest, the tiny pink nipples...she had never thought of Superman with nipples, yet there they were, the tiny nubs hard as rocks.

Between his legs, his massive testicle sack sat unnaturally bloated. Lois stared in awe and sympathy; it looked like his hen's eggs had become ostrich eggs. She knew that male pages sometimes had massive testes, but she knew there was no way the Kryptonian could stuff such huge balls into his tight red shorts. It had to be more of Circe's terrible magic.

Lois could do nothing about that. But she could at least help him release some of his pent-up pressure.

She knelt as well as she could on her trotters, laying her head on that hard-muscled stomach, her tongue stretching out to lick the clear juice from that swollen purple cockhead. An electric thrill seemed to go through the reporter as she tasted Superman's precum for the first time—she swore that the tip of her tongue went numb, and yet a surge of power seemed to go through her.

Emboldened, she inched closer, until her mouth could press against that purple head. The hooks pulled painfully at her nostrils, but Lois didn't care, as she endeavored to take all of his hard purple cockhead in her mouth, suckling like a piglet at a teat, obscenely hoping to taste more of that delicious treat.