Possessing Her Daughter

Her mother's face pressed against Lois Lane's...and seemed to melt. The reporter had never stuck her face into warm taffy, but she imagined this is what it would be like. A heavy, viscous flow that moved over her with its own volition. Instinctively, her hands struck out at the mass, but they quickly became ensnared, and she felt it flowing thickly over her arms.

Lois Lane's eyes were open, light warped as it passed through the gelatinous mass that had been, a moment before, Ella Lane. Hearing became muted as it covered her ears, sliding deep within the canals. Lois tried to struggle as it enveloped her whole head and arms, but it was like moving through molasses...and the worst part was she could feel part of it in her mouth, sliding over each tooth and her tongue, a thick film that she couldn't bite or chew through...and it was heading down her throat.

Yet she did not feel like she was drowning, and it swiftly slid down her skin, underneath her clothes. Once, Lois had been talked into trying on latex, and this reminded her of that. The way it seemed to squeeze and compress all of her muscles at once, to cling to her skin...it was like being hugged everywhere at once...and then the three streams merged and Lois wiggled her hips desperately as if to keep them away from where she knew they were headed.

The mass flowed over and into her pussy and ass at the same time. Somehow, this silent, soft penetration was more terrible than any other. It didn't hurt at all, but it was inexorable, and it slid in deep, deeper than Lois had ever been penetrated by anything.

A few heartbeats later, the last of the goo slid down her legs and over her toes...and Lois was cutoff from the world. She stared out through the now-transparent covering, her vision only a little dimmed. Hearing came back to her after a fashion, only slightly muffled. But she found that she couldn't move at all, trapped in the position of leaning forward, mouth open as it had been to meet her mother's lips.

It was a kind of hell.

But only for a moment.

The transparent layer contracted slightly, and Lois felt her mouth close, her back straighten. It pushed, and Lois Lane's neck twisted, eyes scanning the room. There was no sign that anyone else had seen what happened. Then, without a sound, Lois felt herself pushed to her feet.

Trapped inside of her mother, the reporter knew she was being puppeted—but where? And why?