Jessica Cruz, Green Lantern

Lois Lane caught only a bare glimpse of the female Green Lantern...a green patch glowing over one eye, ring an emerald burning on her hand. The reporter was busy sticking to fingers down her throat, trying to vomit...

It wasn't working.

The burning sludge was moving throughout the reporter's body. She could feel it move inside of her, uncomfortably swiftly, and her pussy began to burn and itch immediately. There was the hiss and sizzle of a fight, but the reporter couldn't bring herself to watch any of it. The heat was growing in her body like a fever...her skin felt too tight, and between her legs...

There was a wet, slippery sensation as something gave way inside of her. A sharp pain like the worst bloating during her period. The reporter stared down between her legs, struggling out of her pants, and saw bright red blood on her inner thighs...and something else, something squeezing its way out of her labia, hairless and bulbous as a pair of chicken eggs. Her clit was painfully stiff, unnaturally erect...three inches long, standing erect as a pencil wrapped in meat. Lois moaned, not wanting to touch it, **** to rub it. The unnatural fever heat seemed to be boiling her brain.

The pain was driven out by Blaze's sudden scream, echoing in her ears, her head, her very soul.

There was a wet smack as the dickgirl's head hit the floor.

"Madre de Dios!" Jessica Cruz swore. The Green Lantern was trembling with the after-effects of adrenaline. Green smoke was rising from her ring. "I thought...I thought she was going to kill me."

It took the Hispanic woman whole minutes to compose herself...and all that while, Lois could feel the heat spread throughout her body. The supernatural chemicals in Blaze's cum roiling in her gut, reaching its tentacles into her brain. Causing her clit to swell, bigger and harder, fat burning off the reporter's frame as it was repurposed to rebuild her genitalia into a dick to be proud of. Lois could already feel that it was five inches long, the head already a swollen and rubbery glans, a second urethra splitting open at the tip, so that a single drop of blood ran down the narrow, veiny shaft toward where her aching new testes rushed the first batch of sperm into production.

Yet the changes weren't all physical. Lois sniffed, suddenly keenly aware of the delicious smell of the heroine's pussy. She could actually see the outline of the cameltoe on the green energy construct that served as a uniform, tight as a second skin.

Awkwardly, the reporter found herself crawling toward Jessica Cruz...trying to come to terms with what was happening with her body...to fight the new instincts that were telling her what to do to that nubile woman as she struggled to regain her composure.

"Miss Lane?" Jessica said, finally getting some measure of control of herself. "Are you okay?"