Lois Lane Trips Balls

They tasted like shit. Gritty, squishy, bitter and foul. Lois chewed and swallowed the mouthful, immediately regretting her decision. A part of her wanted to spit them out and vomit, but Aisha and Maria were laughing and howling. The black transwoman grabbed a bottle of vodka from the altar and pressed it to Lois Lane's lips.

The liquid burned as it poured down her throat, but it washed the taste of the shrooms away...and then Maria was pressing the blunt to the reporter's mouth...and the three of them were drinking...smoking...Aisha swallowed the little blue pills...and Lois blinked against lights that were suddenly too bright. The gravid idol on the altar seemed to leer at her, with the ugly little stump of a head. Maria shrugged out of her shirt, and the reporter's gaze became fixated on the pendulous breasts, the stiff nipples pierced with the little balls on either side...and the colors of the tits began to run...

Lois fell to her knees, staring about her in wonder and horror as blossoms of light seemed to erupt behind the walls. She felt like she was in two places at once. That she was both herself and someone else, someone who had once stood in a place much like this, kneeling before an idol, whispering muttered prayers as she stared at that swollen belly, hoping, praying, wishing for her own womb to quicken...

Aisha and Maria laughed and drank and smoked, moving in a circle around Lois as she swayed on her knees. Dark skin and pale skin seemed to melt away, leaving behind skin the color of fresh blood on parchment. Their clothing gone, Lois swooned as she saw bushy pussy, stiff and slender prick...

In a daze, Lois felt them pull off her jacket and shirt. The bra was released, and Lois Lane's small breasts hung free. A shadow was growing behind the idol, gathering itself. Lois had the impression that it formed a massive-bellied figure with pendulous breasts...dozens, hundreds of hanging teats, animal and human mixed together, dripping black milk...the head...the head was vaguely horned like a goat, and Lois tried to tell herself that it was all an hallucination, that none of this was real. She cast herself face-first behind the altar...and eager hands pulled down her pants, exposing ass and cunt.

The moment of penetration seemed to pierce the reporter to the core. A hot tongue lapping at anus and cunny without distinction, and Lois imagined it was Maria with a goat's head, long pink tongue lashing at the reporter's cunny...and hands roamed over her ass. The laughter of the women mingled and changed into a deeper timbre, running together like two streams trickling...Lois raised her head, her stomach throbbing. Glowing cracks like flashing gold were visible in the belly of the idol, when seen from beneath, and that shadow...that shadow the other-Lois had prayed for, seemed to reach down to touch her...

...just at the moment that the cock sank into the reporter's quim.

Instinct seized Lois, as the finger scratched at her abdomen, a point of cold fire that put her every nerve on edge. The reporter reared up, pulling herself off the spurting prick, and ran, away from the altar, into the darkness...and behind her there was only the ****-out laughter of two women...