Epilogue: The Further Corruption of Lois Lane

The encounter with the would-be **** left Lois spooked. The rest of the day, she felt hyperconscious of every whim, every desire, every small brush of contact with someone else. Now, like never before, she could feel those floodgates of power, ready to be let loose...but now Lois was aware of how easily, how reflexively she could use that power.

It's not that I'm afraid of it, the reporter admitted to herself at the end of the day. I just don't want to go around accidentally transforming people. I'm not God. It doesn't do to get a swelled head about this sort of thing.

Something else was swollen. Lois grimaced and shifted her purse so that she could carry it in front of her crotch, to conceal the erection that was pushing against her panties. The elastic was cutting painfully into the sensitive underside, but the reporter didn't dare do anything about it until she got home, and didn't feel like trying to get rid of it completely, not while navigating the crowded streets of Metropolis.

What I need to do, the reporter told herself as she tried to avoid jostling anyone else. Is set up a strict code of ethics. No using my powers on anyone without their permission. Not even in self-defense. And work on my level of control...maybe read more of the book, do some outside research, try and really master this ability.

Resolve strengthened in the reporter. She was a good person. She knew she could do this.

Just think: "What Would Superman Do?" Lois thought. Once I'm confident of my control, I can start healing people and changing lives...

Lois opened the door...and all thoughts stopped as she stared at a pair of tits the size of basketballs.

Maria was wearing Lois Lane's favorite nightgown. However, her tits lifted the dress up so far that the hem was just barely on the level with the young woman's pussy. The young woman gave a little stretch, and Lois could clearly see the pussy exposed, like the curtain lifting at a theater.

"I hope you don't mind," Maria said, batting her hazel eyes. "But when I woke up this morning, none of my shirts would fit."

Lois was numb. Most big tits hung down low against the body, but these jutted out. They were as perky as a teenager's and as big as...Lois didn't know. She let Maria pull her inside, absent-mindedly closing the door behind her on autopilot. The reporter's gaze was drawn to those massive mammaries.

Did I really make them that big? Lois thought, unable to remember exactly. Maria had been asleep on her chest, so perhaps Lois had misjudged the size, but still...it was unnatural. Uncanny. The young woman looked like a cartoon character.

The reporter frowned. Actually, now that she thought of it...Maria's ass looked bigger too. The lips a little fuller, almost beestung. Lois swore she seemed shorter, too.

"Maria...have you...noticed anything else different today?" Lois asked.

"Hmm," the young woman pulled the nightgown up and over her head. Lois gasped as she saw the prominent pink nipples, the areolas swollen as big as saucers, the deep blue veins in the bodacious boobs. The elastic of the reporter's panties snapped, the rigid cock pressing forward against her skirt. "Now that you mention it, I've been feeling a bit...weak and out of sorts all day. Hungry, too. No matter what I ate, it just didn't seem to fill the need. I think I have a vitamin D deficiency."

Lois sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wrap her mind around what was going on...even as Maria hiked up the reporter's skirt, and wrapped her tits around Lois Lane's cock.

Did I cause this? Lois thought. Desperately, she tried to review her day...there had been times she had thought about Maria during the day, it was true, but she hadn't said the words...hadn't touched Maria all day.

Can I...can I affect her from afar? Lois thought, utterly horrified at the implications.

Warm tits like squishy basketballs squeezed around the reporter's rigid pole. Maria's puffy lips kissed the tip, ran her head around the glans...

"You haven't washed all day," the young woman noted, using her tongue to scrape up the white smegma that had built up under the dickgirl's sensitive crown.

"S-sorry," Lois said, losing her train of thought once again.

"Don't be," Maria said, taking a deep breath. "I like it."

The head bobbed down, engulfing the reporter's cockhead in her mouth...and Lois groaned and sank back. Grasping her massive melons in both arms, Maria began to shuffle the impossible tits up and down, keeping them squeezed around the reporter's dick. The hot friction was like nothing Lois had ever felt before. It wasn't a pussy, but the mouth was hot, sucking hard, the tongue twirled around the head.

This isn't good, Lois admitted to herself. I have to 'fess up...maybe I can turn her back.

"Maria," Lois said with a groan. "I...I think...I accidentally made some changes to you. While I was at work. If you...if you stop...I can try and turn you back..."

The sucking pause. Maria pulled her mouth off the aching prick...and then she stood up. Crawled onto the bed, to straddle the reporter's hips. Lois was breathless as Maria leaned forward, pressing the weight of her terrific titties against the reporter's much smaller chest. Guiding the dick to her hot, wet hole. The hazel eyes burned into Lois Lane's own.

"I don't care what you do to me," Maria breathed. "You gave me this body. I owe you my life. If you want to turn me into your little bimbo fuckpet...ah..."

The cock slipped into the tight cunt. Maria slid her hips down, and laid her whole body against Lois Lane's. The weight of each breast was enormous. They had to weigh twenty pounds each.

"Then that...is what...I want," Maria licked her lips. "Go ahead. Change me. Whatever you want me to be. Shorter? Bigger ass? Cocksucking lips. Tits so big I can't stand? You want me Black, or Asian? I'm yours. I'm your slut. That's all I want. That's all I ever wanted...to be a real woman."

It was crazy, terrible, fucked-up...but the worst part was, Lois Lane's brain almost seemed to throb as words ran across her mind.

You heard her. She just gave us permission. We can do anything to her.

There was something wrong with that, but all Lois could think was...it was okay. If Maria was asking for it.

She let the floodgate open, just a little. Maria moaned as her full lips began to fill out. The reporter ran her hands over the young woman's thighs, which began to thicken and swell slowly. Hips widening. Spine shrinking. No mass lost, just...redistributed. A bit more bottom-heavy. A bit shorter. Big plump cock-pillow lips. The reporter's hands sank into the meaty ass that ten thousand squats wouldn't have given Maria. The reporter's cock seemed to explode inside of her, but neither of them were done yet.

While the reporter was occupied, Blaze pressed herself more deeply into the reporter's mind. Searching out the nooks and crannies. There were memories there...repressed desires. Smoldering urges that the demon could coax into a flame.

The best part was, she hardly needed to nudge the reporter at all. Lois was using the power of her own free will...and the more she used, even with the best intentions, the more firmly Blaze's power permeated body and soul.