Epilogue: Private Session With Beast Boy

The men's dorm was on the other side of Titans Tower. Lois Lane tugged at her skirt and thought through the plan. Beast Boy had the best sense of smell and taste of all of the Titans. He would smell Raven on her before she even knocked on his door...but he would also have been smelling the tailored pheromones that soaked the reporter's body.

The dickgirl reporter hoped that would be enough to tip the balance.

She held her smartphone in her left hand as she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Beast Boy shouted.

The door hit a bong as it slid open. The room was unlike Raven's quiet Goth cave of meditation. There were piles of clean clothing, the mattress that Beast Boy lounged on was somewhat askew, and a laptop sat on a stack of dog-eared zoology books. He stared up at the ceiling, where pictures of Raven were plastered. He wore no shirt, so that Lois could see the flat, toned green muscles, the exact same shade as his hair, and his eyes.

The reporter closed the door behind her. He looked at her, nostrils wide as he snuffled the air.

"Garfield. I was just talking with Raven. We were talking a bit about you...your sex life."

His brow furrowed, and he frowned. Beast Boy sat up.

"You're...there's something different about you. I don't..." He began.

"She said when you have sex, you always adopt the form of animals. You never use your human penis. Is that correct?" Lois said as she approached the bed. He was wary, like a cat that didn't want to be pet, and the reporter did not immediately sit on the bed next to him.

"Rae...she told you that?" Beast Boy said.

"Yes. She also told me she loved you, very much," Lois set her smartphone on a stack of books so that the screen faced him. "Do you mind if I record this? Just for background. I won't use any names. Off the record."

His teeth gnawed at his lips, but he nodded. Lois smiled, pressed a button...

There was a little white flash that made Beast Boy blink. For a fraction of a second, he had seen Mighty Endowed in all of her glory...and while the hypnotic effect was lessened when done through the screen, Lois knew it would make the green hero a little more pliable.

"So you haven't shown her your human cock," Lois said. "Why?"

Beast Boy rubbed his upper arms. "I just never felt...good enough for her."

"You're concerned over your size?" Lois asked. She pulled off her other glove, the palm of her left hand wet with concentrated pheromones.

He nodded.

"Size isn't everything," Lois said. She sat down next to him on the bed. Tried not to look directly at the smartphone, because she knew it would flash again in a few seconds, as it was programmed to. One pheromone-laden hand touched his shoulder. "Are you sure there isn't some...other reason?"

The smartphone flashed. Beast Boy blinked, shook his head. The image of the hypnotic breasts subliminally written onto his brain.

"I don't...I just want to make her happy. Feel good. I..." He said.

"Have you ever used your powers to turn into a girl?" Lois said.

Beast Boy shook his green hair and looked at her. The eyes looked watery.

"What?" he said.

"Concerns over size can be indicative of more general issues of body image. In some cases amounting to body dysmorphic disorder. Which is very common among transwomen," Lois said. She moved her hands to the back of his neck, fingers massaged the muscles like she might a dog, and he looked straight ahead.

...three...two...one... Lois counted.

Flash. This one went longer, a full second. Beast Boy stared forward blankly.

"I'm not...not trans..." He said.

"Do you think Raven wouldn't love you, if you were a girl?" Lois said. "If she knew?"

The reporter turned to put her right hand on his arm. That was one way to build rapport with a subject, skinship.

"Why don't you try it? Just to see what it feels like. Just so you know. It'll be our little secret."

...two...one...

Flash.

The suggestion was driven into Beast Boy's brain as a hammer drives home a needle. His whole body shivered...and then it was different. Small breasts stood out on the naked chest. The hair wasn't any longer, but the face was a little fuller, rounder, the lips plumper and eyelashes longer. Altogether more feminine.

"Why don't we look at your body?" Lois said. "Here, I'll take off my shirt."

This was a risk...breaking contact with him long enough to shrug out of her blouse. She sat back down and re-established contact as Beast Girl stared at her naked breasts.

"Your turn," she said as she massaged the back of the green young woman's neck.

Garfield—they would have to work on that name—pulled off her shorts. No green cock and balls down between those legs now, just a tuft of green hair above a vertical slit.

"It looks like a pretty pussy," Lois said. "But now that you've shown me yours..."

She stood up and faced Beast Girl, so that she was right next to the smartphone. Hurriedly she pulled down her skirt, and her cock popped free just as the flash went off...and Beast Girl stared forward dully as Lois stroked her dick into hardness.

"Mine is bigger than average," the dickgirl said. "Is this bigger than yours was?"

The green head nodded. The green eyes seemed fixed on the bobbing dick.

"Raven tells me you like oral sex. Do you remember her taste?" Lois said.

Another nod.

"Go ahead," the reporter urged. "Sniff it. Taste it. See if you can taste her on it."

The nostrils flared. Hesitantly, almost shyly, the plump green lips opened...the Beast Girl's tongue was darker than the rest of her, rougher. Lois placed a hand on the young woman's head as the lips closed around the head of her cock.

"That's it. Breathe it in. Get it good and wet. Raven still loves you. She'll always love you. Maybe you can't satisfy her as a man—but there are other ways you can satisfy her. I'm sure she'll love the new you...the real you. But the decision is yours. Who do you want to be? Bitch Boy—or Beast Girl?"

The phone flashed, but Beast Girl was cross-eyed as she struggled to take more of the reporter's dick. Lois let her work on it for a minute, until a slimy drop of saliva ran all the way down to the base...and then she gently pulled the green face off her cock. Sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Come on now," she said as she slapped her knees. "Don't you want to know what it feels like?"

She did.

Tight. Hot. Wet. Lois Lane held the young woman as she felt the head of her dick hit that spongy barrier within her. The gasp and whimper as her cock ripped through Beast Girl's hymen. Held her close as the smartphone flashed...

They stayed there for several long seconds, as the newly-made woman got used to the cock...and Lois was surprised when the door opened. Raven came in, her uniform gone, dressed in a kind of diaphanous black gown. She let it slide to the floor. The reporter's cum still gooey in her pussy. Lois Lane and Beast Girl watched her as the witch got onto all fours, like an animal...to sniff and lick at the blood that was smeared on Lois Lane's cock.

That was how they fucked, that first time. Beast Girl whimpered in pain and need. The white flash that burned into her mind as Lois Lane whispered that she was a girl, a woman, and soon to be a mother...and Raven's eager mouth licked and kissed at that green cunt, speared by the pale, stiff shaft...until the pain passed and Beast Girl began to move on her own. Hips thrust as she began to bounce. Lois grasped her small breasts from behind, and wondered how big they would get when they filled with milk...and when with a roar Beast Girl came Lois began to flex her butt fast and hard. She jackhammered the green cunt hard and fast, and when she slammed it home, and her white jizz burst deep inside of the former Beast Boy...the smartphone flashed and held the image for ten long seconds.

Ten seconds in which Beast Girl experienced climax after climax, frozen and cunt clamped tight.

"Now then," Lois said as her cock popped free, and Raven's hungry mouth latched onto the half-soft dick. "Aren't you glad we talked? I'm sure we'll have much more to talk about, in the months to come..."